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.

good chance of defeating Leonel. However, even if he did so, it would be

rest were Two-Layered or One-Layered. The strength they could display was much less and for most of them, their

general. The more people there were, the less Evergreen Force there would be to pass around, so religions tended to have small numbers of

the loss of too many would result in an overall weakening of the faith. If Ieme failed

case, he would have

of a lotus formed of several wooden hands began to shimmer into existence.

their shrine and toward them. With the

he wasn't the first

organized formation caused by the rain of arrows, two daggers flipped about his fingers and palms as he

cuts were so immaculate that the spray of blood was heavily delayed. Sometimes, even long after falling to

'Interesting…'

to do so. Instead, then, it was better to whittle

a half dozen head at a minimum. It was as though whatever location he wanted his spear to

Spear Force was combined with his marksmanship and calculative abilities, the result was absolutely devastating. Even Leonel himself had underestimated just

serious. Bronze Runes raced across his skin and a silver armor appeared not long

a step, he appeared before a Three-Layered Hand just as the remaining seven of his brothers crashed into the

latter could react, his head had flown into the air, his last expression being one of unwillingness and shock. Leonel sudden