Dimensional Descent

Ieme was almost shocked into complete inaction.

Slicing apart the wooden shield was one matter. However, bisecting a ship designed to weather the dangers of space was a completely different matter entirely.

This ship was designed to handle the extreme temperatures of stars, withstand the barrage of an asteroid belt with a One Star Disaster Rating, and even capable of surviving a sudden change in Fold of Reality. It could be said that spaceships were designed to be among the sturdiest builds in the whole of the Dimensional Verse, which was why it was especially insane that Leonel escape Planet Vincero with one he personally designed.

And yet, with a single stroke of two fingers, this ship was cut in two. How could Ieme not be shocked?

'How could he possibly be so powerful?!'

Ieme's mind spun, realizing that the situation was most definitely not good. Facing an enemy with such a strong offensive output even without relying on a weapon was among the most dangerous things you could do in the Dimensional Verse.

Understanding the danger they were in, Ieme immediately made a decision.

BANG!

Ieme's palms slammed together, his aura blazing. At just a single glance, it became clear and obvious that he was actually at Tier 7 of the Fifth Dimension. But, as a servant of the Evergreen Goddess, this meant much less than his ranking—Four-Layered Hand.

could battle it out and even had a good chance of defeating Leonel. However, even if he

dozen Three-Layered Hands that had come and the rest were Two-Layered or One-Layered. The strength they could display was much less and for most of them, their strength of faith was much weaker than their own strength,

it was likely that their current number would fall. There weren't many clergymen of the Evergreen Goddess in general. The more people there were, the less Evergreen Force there would be to

result in an overall weakening of the faith. If Ieme failed to protect his people, let

case, he would have to take

low roar, the Wood Force in the surroundings surging toward him. The illusory image of a lotus formed of several wooden hands began to shimmer into existence. However,

surging out from their shrine and toward them. With the support of their

slowed. However, he wasn't

Taking advantage of the break in their organized formation caused by the rain of arrows, two daggers flipped about his

spear immediately beginning to dance about. The smoothness of his cuts were so immaculate that the spray of blood was heavily delayed. Sometimes, even long after falling to the surface of the water, the corpses were pushed into

'Interesting…'

it was impossible to do so. Instead, then, it was better to whittle down whatever resistance there was as much as possible before he continued

his spear seemed to take a half dozen head at a minimum. It was as though whatever location he wanted his spear to reach, it would do

with his marksmanship and calculative abilities, the result was absolutely devastating. Even Leonel himself had underestimated just how powerful

Bronze Runes raced across his skin and

Hand just as

flown into the air, his last expression being one of unwillingness and shock. Leonel sudden attack was completely outside of their expectations and so was his sudden and abrupt uptick in