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!"

moment he 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 either, most of them having a firm hold within the Fourth

was once again

hands full with dealing with the nine of them, causing the formation to scatter and weaken. Just when they thought they would finally have some relief

already killed all of the Fifth Dimensional existences

They were finished.

rage as several wooden palms attempted to

a certain character to it as well… It feel a lot like the artistic conceptions that I've been basing my Mage Arts on recently… I see… It's

'If things are

than slicing apart the arms as he did normally, he allowed them to swarm him. Very soon, it felt as though he

sensing an opportunity. He didn't understand what Leonel was trying to do, but in battle, second guessing yourself when there was a

the water below, beginning to wind and intertwine about each other, forming a cage below and above Leonel that he had no chance

'[Evergreen Style: Creaking Wood].'

sudden action

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

the right or left, or down and up, who said that he had wanted to escape in the first

gaze flashing with

yet still coming and there would be even more after even them. He didn't just need to win,

he didn't