Dimensional Descent

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Through these "clones", Leonel could extend his affinities. It felt like his Mage Core had multiplied over several thousand times, allowing him to call down atmospheric Force from thousands of locations at once. With his Stars as an anchor, it further allowed him to extend the ability to use Scarlet Star Force to each and every one of his soul constructs.

However, even this was only the tip of the iceberg. It felt that rather than controlling his clones, he was rather controlling extra limbs of his. With those souls as the mediums, all of Leonel archery skills, all of his spearmanship, all of his Mage and Knight abilities cascaded forth, crushing everything they ran into.

Every time another enemy fell, yet another warrior would be added to the total.

They rose up with flickering crimson flames in their eyes, marching forth with a deathly momentum.

From time to time, hundreds of railguns would fire at once, taking out dozens more each. Even when Leonel's "clones" were enveloped by a strike, they would ripple once and collapse, only to reform and begin their slaughter once again.

Without having to worry about crushing allies, the Skies family and the Oryx released volley after volley, draining themselves and then retreating to the back of the line before the process started all over again.

Any projectile that could drain a Seventh Dimensional existence in just three attempts was bound to be supremely powerful. Because Leonel wasn't worried about their recovery, he had gone all out. Even the current him could only fire those railguns a dozen or so times before he had nothing left, that was why he hadn't bothered to execute the Crafting of more than a few hundred.

All of a sudden, it wasn't Leonel's combat prowess that was on full display, but rather his Crafting. The danger he posed to those of the Human Domain skyrocketed. This was an individual who was not only highly intelligent, he was likewise highly talented and powerful. On top of that, unlike his father who could only be described as a head strong loaner, Leonel seemed to be an exceptional leader who was willing to rely on others to execute his orders.

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but by now, there were only a few thousand Gold-Grade threats remaining and his army of soul constructs had already grown to millions. Even if Leonel could no longer control them, dealing with

heaving. Every breath he took seemed to cause a hurricane-like event, the rushing wind

such great vitality was that reaching this point of fatigue was almost impossible. The bad news was that when he did, recovering was far more

forward as a wave of gold spread across his territory, their

a period of time and many changes could have taken place in this time. Even so, Leonel dragged his body

silence, like wisps of violet in the

15 or so hours.

took a deep

only be able to mirror his own strength when they were within his formation. However, outside of his

this wasn't

they couldn't match up to the Heirs, they were

were his limbs, doing so drained a great deal of

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entered the core of the village. In truth, it could no longer be called a village now, it was well and truly a city, and the core of it reflected that. The

added function of instant teleportation. This would save them a great deal of time and