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."

between a spear and javelin. Tell me, you think he thinks the more spears he has, the

faction bordered 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 the sword and spear factions was quickly

Morales need so many daggers and needles for?! And could he

balance in the air. A true spearman should be able to tell the difference with

you've overestimated his intelligence, Sarod. If he thinks so many shields will help him, he's already a lost cause. Look at him, he hasn't even opened his

with his arms crossed. His mind

he was a bit confused. What was

…

mind entering a state

this Dream World, a perfect replica of his current state reflected in his mind. Then, one by one, the daggers, needles and knives dotting

within Leonel's Dream World, building a new Dreamscape in the blink of

effective range, hardness, sharpness, even how well they accepted the flow of Force, everything was labeled and

At the very

world of deep fog around

didn't care if his right arm was useless. Today,

was the only one that didn't

meters tall. It had

exactly why he chose them. These shields weren't designed for protecting

the shield, it rose high into the air, soaring three meters up

round shields scattered around him shot forward, scooping up the ten javelin containers

of the

yet had speed

with silvery, starry lights. Even the smallest among them was three meters tall on

…

beast horde on