Dimensional Descent

1964 Worries

The ground began to rumble. The near immediate commotion was so great that it made Leonel's ears ring. Even so, he walked out from the core of the village calmly.

"Take your positions on the wall. The rest will be left up to me," Leonel said lightly.

The Skies family and the Oryx were already in position. However, the way they took up their positions could only be said to be odd. Along the walls, there were only enough positions for a few hundred of them. With what could only be described as precise organization, they formed lines behind these positions, only one stepping up and onto the wall at a time. At the same time, at the end of the line, a sleeping pod was lined up.

These first few hundred in the first batch positioned themselves behind railguns that reminded them eerily of the one Allan had used previously to hold off the Constellation Bow Alliance. However, these somehow seemed more... complete.

Despite seeing this, the worry on the brows of the Morales family elders only deepened. What were a few hundred railguns going to do? Even if it was thousands it wouldn't be enough.

These beasts were created to not have consciences. They didn't care about how many of their allies were dying and they only felt bloodlust. Their only thoughts were of rushing forward as quickly as possible and reaping as many lives as they could. Even if a hundred thousand fell, another hundred thousand would be right there to replace them, even if it was the last hundred thousand. They had no concept of morale or momentum, normal war tactics simply wouldn't work.

These upgrade challenges were designed to mimic the real life patterns of Invalids. There was simply no simple way to deal with them, and lining the walls with a few guns just seemed foolhardy.

These upgrade challenges were designed to mimic the real life patterns of Invalids. There was simply no simple way to deal with them, and lining the walls with a few guns just seemed foolhardy.

The only saving grace was that if the upgrade failed and the walls fell, Leonel could at least run away, but that would also unleash these millions of Invalids on the continent. At the same time, that would ruin all of Leonel's progress and his advantages would vanish into thin air.

wanted Leonel to fail didn't say anything. They didn't feel there was a point, the outcome felt inevitable. However, whether this was an outcome that Leonel wanted or not

about it, maybe Leonel had sent his most powerful combatants away

It seemed that Leonel's previous successes had left their scars,

stepped into the air calmly, his expression indifferent and his coarse linen shirt and

he flew several hundred meters into the air. He

"Fire," Leonel said lightly.

their ears. The few hundred on the walls gripped the handles of their railguns

not even a kilometer away. Their roars and clanging weapons grated on the ears, a

the first railguns

golden-yellow lasers streaked across the air, their projectiles hidden

the skies. Just a single ray seemed to take

railguns swung once more, lightning sparking

and seamless. Once again, another

what was a few thousand to several million? And to make matters worse, after just two volleys, the "marksmen" were already pale. Most would only be

situation seemed helpless, and yet

"Swap.

and a new marksman stepped in on each railgun. Renewed and rejuvenated,

had been sent and over 50 000 had died. There was no doubt that Leonel's approach was effective, but it still felt