Dimensional Descent

1959 Emptiness

When Armand looked up, he could seem to see Leonel's gaze. Despite the armor, despite the construct, despite the rippling obstructions of Force, he could still feel it.

It was a gaze of dominance, a gaze that demanded submission, a gaze that wanted to crush the pride in his heart and force it into obedience.

An absolute defense circulated around Leonel. An absolute offense graced the tip of his spear. And with a step, a flawless synergy seemed to be formed.

The blade of his black spear grew and dwarfed Armand's blades in the blink of an eye.

"Kneel."

It was just a single word, just a single syllable, just a single breath. However, the world seemed to change colors.

When the tip of Leonel's spear appeared before him this time, Armand saw that it was bathed in a violet light as well. Sometimes, the essence of a spear technique didn't need a long phrase behind. Often an emotion didn't need a long explanation attached to it. Leonel's spear seemed to embody this, and it demanded surrender.

The unwillingness bubbled up from deep with Armand and his battle intent quickly turned to fury.

BANG!

At that moment, the shimmering image behind him solidified and grew with a towering majesty. The form of a golden minotaur stood. Its horns shimmered like two gems, its body looking as though it was carved of the most precious gems.

Ancestors rose to their feet, the

the veins coursing throughout his body pumping. In the past, there were only faint flecks of gold,

swung to

for just

a large crater spreading out. The air snapped and crackled, and the region for countless kilometers was lit

The faces of his construct and Armand were practically nose to nose. They leaned forward, even somewhat crossing over their own weapons as if they would

that moment, Armand's blades gave

his chest as though it was nothing more than wet paper. He

then another. The intent to battle was still blazing in his eyes, the golden idol to

looked down toward the cracked battle axes in Armand's

grade. After their first few exchanges, they had already shown signs of cracking and fracture. Although Armand had tried to protect them with his Battle Ax Force,

about his own selfish desires to do battle, his goal here was bigger. He was already indulging enough by fighting Armand alone and not teaming up with Aina to finish it quickly in the first place, he couldn't

silence as

battle," he

he was on a knee, he barely had to, his increase in size having been enough that even while down, he was almost the height of Leonel's construct. At that moment, he could

of Leonel's spear trembled once and Armand's head was severed from

Taur family fell into silence. Veins popped across their forearms and