Dimensional Descent

1790 Twin

BANG! The head of the young man snapped backward, a bloody hole appearing on his forehead. He seemed to enter a slight lull for a moment before his head exploded, a rain of blood and gore spreading in all directions.

Leonel didn't show the slightest hint of mercy. The Three Finger Cult was an existence that was akin to the oil to his water. As many as he met was exactly as many as he would kill. For making his father show him such an expression, they deserved nothing short of death.

Cherie and the others shivered. They had no idea that young man was still here. He was the one who had come to them with the earlier proposition. But they had never thought that rather than leaving, these individuals would have still been here monitoring their movements. Even though they had eventually decided to side with these individuals, didn't this mean that they had never really had a choice to begin with?

And yet, this person they had feared had been shredded to pieces by just a single attack of Leonel's. Leonel's fingers flickered and more arrows appeared from the Segmented Cube. He nocked three at once, pulling back in one fluid motion as his hair fluttered in the air. He locked onto several targets at once, in his eyes, they might as well have been standing nose to nose. In such a situation, how could they avoid him?

SHUU! SHUU! SHUU!

Leonel released his bowstring, the roar of a white lion echoing with a sonorous resonance. At that moment, the other five who had all been hiding in the general vicinity, seemingly with the intention of blending into the family, all erupted with their greatest strengths at the same time.

Three punched out at the same time, shattering Leonel's arrows. Even so, two of them grimaced in pain as the bones in their hands fractured, and the last of them was even more unlucky, losing their entire fist to just a single arrow. All three stumbled back, their steps causing the ground to crack and shatter.

arrows before the first ones landed, pulling back with a movement just as fluid and releasing. The world seemed to be devoid of all noise, the whistling

hidden experts shot into the air, radiant silver-black wings extending from their

Three Finger Cult,they had even sent someonewith the Aurora Black Lineage Factor, the fact that this seemed to be the best this squadron could muster, it was obvious that

be said that they had over estimated themselves. Leonel's three arrows spiraled around one

PENG! PENG! PENG!

The Dusky Steel Bat was well

wings. Even so, Leonel's attack left three heavy dents in the enemy's wings, sending him flying into the distance. Before he could even react, a fourth arrow appeared before his forehead, shattering his skull to pieces. The last look in his eyes was nothing more than sheer moments, he

The fact they could just went to show the sheer amount of talent was raising. Anyone who could survive more than a single strike from him while being in

These were Leonel's thoughts.

TWANG!

the air, catching the second Dusky Steel Bat Lineage Factor wielder off guard. Seeing how their companion died, she had thought that she would

arrows. If one was following his pupils, before his enemies even faced a fatal strike, he had already looked away from them. The confidence

any better. To anyone else, there was absolutely nothing there, but Leonel didn't seem happy at all. As expected, when the arrows entered a two-meter, a figure appeared from seemingly nowhere, a delicate hand waving through the air. As though