Dimensional Descent

The rage of the clergymen was practically palpable. As much as they were infuriated that someone had killed their fellow Brothers and Sisters, they were even more infuriated that this individual had actually destroyed the seal of their Goddess.

Ieme was especially furious. The more Three-Layered Hands that died, the more likely it was that he would be punished and the less likelihood he would have at defending a position on this world. This Leonel had to die!

Ieme roared, his lotus finally completely forming. However, compared to the others, there was a clear and striking difference.

His own pumped with veins of gold, giving the wood a more ancient and dignified character. Just the pressure it exuded alone was enough to dwarf the other lotuses entirely.

Whether it was One or Three-Layered Hands, all of them fell into the category of Junior Clergymen. However, upon stepping into the Four-Layered Hand ranking, Ieme officially became a Senior Clergymen. His power was on a completely different level compared to the others.

However, just as his confidence was hitting a peak, he was immediately shocked to find that Leonel had appeared before him. It was as though Leonel was waiting for the perfect time to come. Knowing that it was impossible to stop Ieme, he instead chose to come right this moment before he could even think of targeting the others.

"Leave it to us, Cap!"

By the time Leonel appeared before Ieme, there were exactly eight of the twelve Three-Layered Hands left. It was clear that this was by no measure a coincidence.

"CHARGE!"

did, the silver wings of the half dozen boats in the distance split, revealing a flood of warriors. Though they weren't the most elite troop of Avalon, they weren't bad

timing was once

them, causing the formation to scatter and weaken. Just when they thought they would finally have some relief as

and the others had already killed all of the Fifth Dimensional existences beneath the

They were finished.

as several wooden palms attempted to smash Leonel

more powerful, there's a certain character to it as well… It feel a lot like the

came to an understanding. 'If things are

body swayed and shuffled. Rather than slicing apart the arms as he did normally, he allowed them to swarm him. Very soon, it felt as though he was being smothered and

Leonel was trying to do, but in battle, second guessing yourself when there was a chance of victory right before you was a massive taboo. If you

the water below, beginning to wind and intertwine about each other, forming a

'[Evergreen Style: Creaking Wood].'

sudden action causing the trap Ieme had set to snap into place and block out

far more elaborate than the others descended with an unprecedented momentum. The waters beneath Leonel's feet had already split apart

escape to the right

sizzle, his gaze flashing with a slight

were more yet still coming and there would be even more after even

didn't do