Dimensional Descent

The six valiant warriors around Leonel shot forward; Leonel didn't even seem to need to personally control them at all; as though his gaze being focused on Simeon alone was enough to communicate everything that needed to be;

Simeon's expression warped, his pale features twisting as his lenses quickly rotated; It was clear that he couldn't be casual any longer; The Seventh Dimensional experts of the four families weren't individuals he could look down on, and somehow, they didn't seem to have lost any strength at all after falling into Leonel's clutches;

Simeon couldn't wrap his head around how Leonel could possibly control Seventh Dimensional souls to begin with, let alone so many of them at the same time; He didn't even seem to be struggling;

It was one thing for Simeon because his puppets were genetically modified; He didn't have to actively maintain control over them, they were bred into slaves with his own unique mark; They were reared to have a sort of symbiotic relationship with him that forced them to listen to him no matter what; Other than directing them, he didn't need to waste any stamina in controlling them;

But Simeon knew Leonel didn't have his Ability Index; And even if Leonel did, it was clear that this method wasn't the same as his own; So how was this happening?!

One after another; strong summons stepped out and surrounded Simeon; The more that appeared; the less grotesque and more normal they became; But it was precisely this that made them so much more powerful than the others; It was clear that the closer to normal evolution Simeon's puppets reached; the more power they were able to output;

An all out war broke out in the skies; Simeon might have only recently entered the Seventh Dimension in the last few years, but his number of Seventh Dimensional puppets wasn't small; In fact, they outnumbered Leonel's own;

Unfortunately for him. though. the quality of Leonel's was far beyond his own. And to make matters worse…

Ten of Simeon's puppets managed to surround one of Leonel's valiant warriors, their fists and legs lashing out all at once and suffocating it to the point it could react;

BANG!

The soul construct shattered. unable to withstand the blow.

But just when Simeon's puppets were about to rush toward another section of the battlefield, under his astonished gaze, the valiant warrior's illusory pieces fused back together once more, throwing out a sudden punch that cause the puppets off guard and killed three of them in a singles trike;

Simeon's expression was ashen;

distance with every stride; He felt invincible; as

as puppets; He couldn't use them as bait or hostages; and Leonel didn't even seem to react to their existence at all; What good were corpses in threatening a man who

could tell that Leonel

speed, how could he have

his strength. how could he not have attacked

means, why wasn't he

feel helpless; he wanted him to feel small; He wanted him to feel as though there was nothing in the world that could save him; no man; no

was the one with six arms and three heads, he was the demon striding through the skies, what surrounded him wasn't just a construct at all, it was a

several roars rocked the skies. Hundreds of men and women with streaming tears

even lashing against their skin, but they didn't seem to notice at all. Their faces were already covered in

the survivors of Leonel's devastation of the Moon, and for them to have survived such a thing there was no doubt that each and every one of them was an

hope. The Brazingers were all warriors, and they were all more powerful in a state of fury. Simeon simply didn't believe they couldn't turn

for a light of hope, Simeon had forgotten something very important: Leonel had already done this three

Tier 1 of the Sixth Dimension, been able to fight a battle against so many absolute geniuses

answer was that

there than feeling a final light of hope, only for it to be shattered to pieces before even gaining

…

within Earth's orbit, the rotating canons of a flagship the size of a moon finally cooled. Slowly, it turned

…

Seventh Dimensional experts caused the forest to tremble, the

only turn pale, their blood running

"Hand over your life!"

just died in her arms, just a small Fifth Dimensional expert who couldn't survive in the harshness of space. What chance had she stood with the atmosphere of the Moon being

valiant warriors, they burst into a rain