Dimensional Descent

Chapter 769 - Why.

A pillar of golden light descended from the skies and seemed to blind the entirety of the battlefield.

Normand's roars shook the Capital, his conviction splitting the clouds in the sky apart and causing a fissure that divided the two opposing forces.

When he reappeared, it seemed as though he had been completely reformed. His body was flooded with a white gold light, making it look as though he was wearing robes. His golden hair had been completely cleansed and his emerald eyes shone like two true gems. As though his form had become ethereal, he seemed as light as a wisp of smoke and as fleeting as a fragrance in the wind.

Then, he moved.

Leonel's pupils constricted. He circulated [Golden Feather Step], causing two massive wings to appear toward his back. Their white gold appearance was no less dazzling, especially as each feather became more and more defined.

However, they had hardly formed when Normand had already appeared before him. It was as though it had only taken him a single flicker, a small twitch of the muscle, a minute intention, for him to suddenly cross a distance of hundreds of meters.

Like a streaking light, his sword struck forward, its speed so fast and its pattern so all encompassing that a singular thin blade almost formed a curtain all to its own.

Leonel frowned. '[Grand Bell Construct].'

DING! DING! DING! DING!

Leonel, his casting speed having reached ungodly levels. However, before he could take

an eye, Normand's sword lights doubled. In an instant, [Grand Bell Construct]'s defensive limit was reached

backward, a single flap of his

It seemed to take not a single ounce of effort to

Sight could see Normand's face almost as clearly as if he was standing perfectly

the brink of madness. The second was so fierce that it drew blood, causing crimson to drip down his chin and be whipped away by the wind. The last sparkled

Leonel's jaw set.

want to kill this man. Anyone with even the slightest shred of

way, that he should climb through a mountain of corpses to save this man he had only just met today. It was a silly, meaningless nicety, especially when he knew very clearly that this was

told him a single life wasn't worth how many he would sacrifice by taking such a route. Wasn't that how he had dictated his life until this point? The reason he hated killing so much was because he didn't feel that his own

that. Then, on the other,

madden wail of a wounded beast. His shout spread

thighs tore streaks of flesh away from his legs… He could even sense his heart pumping past its limits,

just going all out. He was going beyond his means for

To kill Leonel.

deep breath seemed to silence the entire

his feet or the shouts of his men. He could hardly even hear the

his eyes, the flow of his blood reaching a

did every choice he had to make come with such a dull pain? Why did he live in a world where he had

focus reached an extreme height. Beneath his thinking speed, even Normand's blazing speed seemed as slow to a snail's crawl.