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.

at once, the Taur Ancestors rose to their

only faint flecks of gold, but now, they radiated a dense golden energy

and swung

weapons collided and the world fell into silence for just

air snapped and crackled, and the region for countless kilometers was lit up

to nose. They leaned forward, even somewhat crossing over their own weapons

at that moment, Armand's

his chest as though it was nothing more than wet paper. He severed flesh and bone as one, cutting

a mouthful of blood, and then another. The intent to battle was still blazing in his eyes, the golden idol to his back making that intent clear.

toward the cracked

unfortunately, they were only of the gold 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, how could his weapon Force be superior to Leonel's

These Heir Wars weren't about his own selfish desires to do battle, his goal here was

moment of silence as

battle," he

the height of Leonel's construct. At that moment, he could have crushed his badge and escaped, but seeing the slaughter of his clansmen around him, his eyes dimmed. For

once and Armand's head

fell into silence. Veins popped across their forearms and foreheads, the heat in their surroundings rising