Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked like an artillery unit, if artillery units came with one arm and humanoid forms, that is.

His entire body was strapped in countless daggers and needles. Just a cursory glance put the numbers well into the hundreds. They wrapped around his torso, his groin, his thighs, his calves, his ankles, even his neck! The only part of him that wasn't swamped was his left arm.

As though this wasn't enough, ten enormous javelin containers crashed into the ground, each easily over three meters tall and the javelins within them being even taller.

This was enough to make the crowd raise an eyebrow, but it was like Leonel wasn't satisfied with making a fool of himself only this much.

On the ground around him, several round shields lay.

"Is the Littlest Nova of the Morales family a tortoise or something?"

The individual who spoke was a prominent member of the sword factions, clearly uncaring about offending the Morales family. Plus, with Velasco gone, what did he have to fear?

A sputtering of laughter followed his comments. No matter how you looked at it, Leonel feared for his life so much that he had drowned himself in weapons he wouldn't even be able to use to their fullest potential.

Cross referencing his current appearance with all of the most successful individuals of the past, then seeing how each of Aina and Amery only had a single weapon each, it only made him look all the more pathetic.

Amery wielded a single wooden sword, just like he always did.

Ain wielded a single battle ax with a polearm taller than even her own body.

None of them even bothered to wear any armor. But then there was Leonel who would have probably drowned his face in weapons if he got the chance to do so.

"You've missed the big picture, Olfin."

"Oh? Enlighten me."

look at him. He's so flustered he can't even tell the difference between a spear and javelin.

on exaggerated. It was as though they were venting all the stifling frustration Velasco had left them with. In just these few hours alone, the head butting between

what Leonel was doing. What did a Morales need so many daggers and needles

heads, and were designed to balance in the air. A true spearman should be

already a lost cause. Look

with his arms crossed. His mind

he was a bit confused. What was Leonel

…

remained closed, his mind entering a state

mind. Then, one by one,

to fly about within Leonel's Dream World, building a

effective range, hardness, sharpness, even how well they accepted the flow of Force,

space before them in two. At the very same instant, whether by coincidence or not,

world of deep fog around Leonel

if his right arm was useless. Today, he'd be

the shield before him. It was the only

three meters tall. It had an intricate design and Force Art on its face, but

that was exactly why he chose them. These shields weren't designed

rose high into the air,

scooping up the ten

feeling the rumbling of the first floor

beasts, monstrosities that seemed to lumber and yet had speed that could rarely be matched within the Fifth

claws that shimmered with silvery, starry lights. Even the smallest among them was three meters tall on all fours, the larger ones

…

horde on