Dimensional Descent

Aina watched with raised brows. Even she hadn't expected something like this. It had been a very long time since Leonel Crafted anything. Usually for most, their skills would be dull. But it was as though the time off had only made Leonel more powerful in this aspect.

Truthfully, Leonel had already had an enormous breakthrough that day he forged armor out of Cursed Beast skins back during the Void Palace True Selection. However, without his quill, and because he lost Little Tolly soon after, he had never had the time to consolidate that breakthrough.

Someone else might have allowed that feeling to fade, but for Leonel who had an entire Dream World in his mind, he didn't have to physically practice to improve. In fact, the months of pondering and patience actually allowed him to accumulate more experiences and build atop of that breakthrough he had made.

This horned dragon, formed of stone, was an accumulation of all of that, coming together to form a power far beyond Leonel's own and superseding the limits of the younger generation's existence in this place.

The form of the dragon came from the Luxnix family Force Art, its foundation came from the Dwarven Race's protective Force Art formation, its ability to accumulate and expel powerful flames came from [Dimensional Cleanse] and very specific Runes of his Scarlet Star Force Stars, and finally, the Force Art that catalyzed its change in form from a building into a creature was that Morales family's Force Art!

Leonel's accumulation of knowledge came together and his use of Force Arts evolved from strict and stringent copying, to something that contained its own life and vitality. He no longer felt restrained by singular Force Art languages and could seamlessly switch between them all, even fusing them into one to form a new language that even the likes of Avras wasn't able to recognize.

When he was drawing this Force Art, it felt to him as though his quill had come to life. It became less unruly and it almost fused into his arm as though it couldn't get close enough to him. Leonel could even faintly feel it trying to break free of its Gold Grade shackles to truly become a Life Grade treasure.

It could never have expected that the puny Sixth Dimensional existence that had claimed it could possibly give it such a surprise.

'It's still copying, though…' Leonel thought to himself lightly.

Without the foundation of the Dwarven Race's protective formation, Leonel knew that he wouldn't have been able to succeed.

While it all sounded impressive, the truth was that Leonel's actual input was minimal. All he really did was give the formation a new form. It was almost like he had stitched together pieces and limbs from different corpses and called it life.

He had used so many Seventh Dimensional materials, an entire building's worth, and yet the strength output was still

toward this sort of result. After all, they were just designed for use as

as his points jumped up by millions with every

in a certain direction and the paw of the horned dragon rose up, slapping the javelin out

BANG!

shock wave wiped out another troop of

"Kill," Leonel said lightly.

its lip and spit

thin line rocketed through the air,

of a building without a single sound, leaving a hole so small it was

BOOM!

beam collided with the ground, a dome of fire

the attack that collided with its neck, the ringing sound of metal rebounding off of

above it suddenly doubled in size. And then it sunk down once again

seemed to have formed a

Human Class demons no longer hesitated, turning tail to run. They seemed to realize at that moment that the worst thing they could have done was

was too

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