Dimensional Descent

Those words that Leonel had spoken seemed to echo in their minds again. It had been too long since he had killed anyone of note, so they had forgotten... But at this moment they were reminded once again.

As many as he came across is as many as he would kill.

He had spoken those words boldly and beneath the disdain of many. But weeks later, the crowd seemed to have grown stunned to the point of being numbed. He had really done it, even when Amery, the treasure of the Suiard family stood before him, he hadn't hesitated to strike to kill for even a single moment...

At this moment, the weight of what Leonel's actions really meant were slowly sinking in. However, it was right then that the situation suddenly changed.

Amery, who should have been on the final legs of life, suddenly reached up and grabbed Leonel's spear.

Leonel's gaze narrowed, but he only watched as Amery pulled himself from the tip of his spear, pulling back until the last of the blade was out and blood fell down his face. It was an eerie sight, one that made it look as though countless rivers of blood were dripping down the peaks and crevices of the Sword Deity.

Leonel felt an unprecedented sense of danger that didn't allow him to move. It wasn't that he couldn't move, but he didn't want to move recklessly, feeling that he had been locked onto by something. A single incorrect movement at the wrong time could take his life.

When he had learned that Amery was the fiancé of a half Spiritual Race woman, he had decided to use this opportunity to attack the latter's forehead. He thought of the possibility that Amery might have also learned a method to separate his soul from his body, allowing him to survive worse wounds than most could imagine.

If that was the case, then Amery's most vulnerable point should definitely be his Ethereal Glabella, so Leonel had struck to shatter it.

The wound that was left behind was incomparably smooth and it looked like it had caused minimal damage, but that was only because of Leonel's exquisite control. The reality was that the entire inside of Amery's skull should be nothing but mush at this moment.

Amery shouldn't even be able to think, let alone glare at him with battle intent and even move.

created. But as he had expected, there was no Ethereal Glabella. Even though he had expected this after Amery's unexpected survival, seeing it still

Gaia Force surged and he trembled just once before a large amount of Life Force from the ground below and Water Force in

that had already streaked down his face. With his horns and his demonic presence, it truly made him seem to be a devil

a battle of life and death can a person breakthrough. This must be how you improved so quickly. After these Heir Wars are finished,

trembled once again and his sword surged into it, slapping into his palm

As though the atmosphere had been ripped away, for as far as the eye could see, only a vastness of twinkling light could be seen. It felt as though one was standing in an observatory, standing in the middle of a dome

an intent of the sword. From time to time, these streaking stars would flash again,

broken through, leaving behind the Natural Light Realm

above them. Of course, the likes

to battle those of the Fifth... The

the Seventh Dimension to battle those

insurmountable. It was as exaggerated as the difference of night and day that

suddenly chuckled. His

is that what it was?

SHUU! SHUU!

air twice in quick succession, leaving behind a howling and

a flicker, his armor shone and the silver-gold lights took a more prominent role. At that moment, just a single clone was formed, splitting

couldn't tell even after a second glance which was the clone and which of them was real. What made it even more difficult to accept was the fact that the "clone",

The White Lion Bow.

aura taking shape as he vanished, appearing high in the skies and pulling back

of me isn't enough, two will