Dimensional Descent

No one would casually bring out their God Runes. In fact, many would bring out their Ability Indexes long before they chose to do this. A God Rune was the core of someone's being and comprehending it required pouring all of your comprehensions into one. In a way, it was a mirror into your inner being as well as one's strongest trump card.

However, any disciple of the Void Palace, especially those that could be considered geniuses even among this gathering of geniuses like Emonie and Eliot, were decisive. They realized they were in danger in a single instant.

Leonel's palm flipped over.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

For the first time in a long while, the Chain Spear made its appearance. Its sleek black body wrapped in chains vibrated like a flood dragon in its cage.

The moment it appeared, its blade trembled. One could almost hear it roaring into the skies, its excitement palpable.

All those with spears in the surroundings found their weapons becoming agitated, some even finding it difficult to contain themselves and even cracking in the process.

As for those that wielded swords, their weapons seemed to shrink beneath the pressure, hiding deeper into their sheaths and cowering into the corner of the spatial rings they resided in.

Emonie's vines surged for Leonel, but the moment they crossed the circle of wind, they were diced into pieces. It was as though dozens of blades had run through them in all sorts of directions, their bits and pieces falling to the ground without the slightest hint of life.

Eliot shot forward, his speed fast to many, but incomparably slow to Leonel.

Leonel's gaze drifted to Eliot's blue God Runes. They reminded him a lot of the gorillas he had fought in the Void Tower, quite an apropos comparison for a man like this.

Swift.

spear pierced forward, a spiral of energy wrapping around the tip of its blade. It was an absolutely gorgeous sight, the shimmering gold imprinting itself on the heart of all

was too late, one of his God Runes shattering on

coughed up a mouthful of blood, his rib

transferred to Eliot. It was as though it would be blasphemous to his technique for any backlash to harm

Forceful.

in the wind. It had gotten a hint longer in the year without maintenance, dancing into the air like shimmering filaments of pale

BANG!

The air collapsed.

as fast as the first, and yet it was as though the culmination of the

by another foot and its weight doubling. It wasn't much since the spear had only been

bloody hole tore through Emonie's stomach, the God Runes around it shattering. Hers weren't designed for defense to begin with, but rather area control. Faced with Leonel's strength, how could she

the pain of her roots holding up her body weight paling in comparison to the hold in

believe what was happening. Even if her runes weren't meant for defense, a God Rune

the middle of battle, doing

the leaning of her God Runes, she would be just fine even for several days. However, it was this

enough to know this and act accordingly. What kind of monster

heard Leonel's next words, she trembled

wanted to strip my Aina naked, right? Why don't you give everyone here a

off. He

However, before it could

"That's enough."

expression seemed placid and her eyes were