Dimensional Descent

Even as the corpses fell in a pile of flesh and blood before Leonel, an entire warship collapsed to his right. All the while, the young man who caused it all only continued to leisurely stroll forward.

Leonel reached out a hand and a gun that managed to survive flew into his hands from the arms of an injured soldier. He balanced it in his hands for a moment, scanning it with Dream Sculpt in the fraction of a breath.

'This isn't made by Earth, it seems to be a copy. Is Earth using guns to fight and others chose to copy? Considering the fast reaction of this Graros individual, he seems to be quite the innovative and clever type. In that case, it's not impossible.'

Leonel walked forward, stepping over the piles of flesh and blood.

He casually raised the gun, firing a few times.

He seemed to be quite aimless in his aiming, shooting through doors, walls, ceilings and even floors. However, if one had x-ray vision, it would only take a moment to see tha he was actually piercing the forehead of an individual with each shot.

The commotion of the blast caused a large number of soldiers to rush to the bow of the ship to see what was happening, but most died even as they made their way to the location, not even making it to the hallway to see the face of the man that was killing them.

Just seconds later, Leonel walked out from the ship with a casual expression on his face.

He looked up as two powerful auras surged toward him, but he looked back again as though thinking about something.

He picked up the makeshift pole he was using to hold up Richard and tossed him across the kilometer space between the ship and flagship.

Just as he finished, the two Seventh Dimensional existences came roaring back, both of them sporting ugly expressions. They could sense that one of their warships had been entirely slaughtered, while a second had not only been slaughtered, but it even exploded as well.

They roared in fury, striking out with their palms at the same time.

"Three… Two…"

up again and stepped off of the warship, falling through the vastness

"One."

BOOM!

of the

a certain control over God Runes could accomplish. In addition, such individuals tended to be very deep into the Seventh Dimension as well. It simply wasn't possible for them who

of space. They hadn't come prepared to do that and as such, could only wastefully use their Force like propulsion engines to make their way back here, a process that was obviously much slower than their

their way back,

them outside of leaving some minor flesh wounds, what

landing on the

much bait as they could stomach to give up, he would eat until they were sick of

would dare to do all of this even if they seemingly had enough motive to do so. If Graros knew that Leonel had been hunted down, information that wasn't very wide spread as of yet especially since disciples weren't allowed to leave Void Palace, then he

still dared to do all of this just

BANG! BANG!

Dimensional experts finally landed,

four more to

smiled, ready to lift off again and

arms crossed about her

…

"Patriarch, there's been news."

simply dining room, far more simple than one would expect the ruler of a Sector to be found eating in, a middle aged man with streaks of white in his dark hair sat. He wore familiar white and purple robes and

fleet, correct? Send the envoys to the Ascension Empire and demand

"Um…"