Dimensional Descent

A single aura of the Sixth Dimension was completely out of place in a sea of Seventh Dimensional monsters, even more so when these Seventh Dimensional monsters were geniuses of other races or the best geniuses that the Human Domain had to offer.

And yet, Leonel didn't seem to feel the weight of the matter at all. In fact, his gaze flickered with fancing crimson lights that danced like embers within his irises. Beneath the helmet of his Divine Armor, a wild grin spread.

The Human Race was weak, huh...? He would be the judge of that.

BANG!

The ground beneath Leonel shattered. A roar filled the skies as his soldiers landed behind him, the earth rumbling and tumbling beneath their weight. And yet, in front of this monstrous tide, a singular young man who was nothing more than a speck of dust before the vastness of the Void Battlefield seemed to become the center of it all.

Leonel's black rod rose, his ten Stars appearing to his back, one part hidden in darkness and the other bathed in a blinding radiance.

His foot sank into the earth, countless cracks and devastating, bowing, boulders of earth raising from the ground as he exploded forth.

He crossed the distance between the city and front line warriors of the Void Palace in an instant. He soared above their heads, a flourishing pair of fiery wings appearing around him as he crossed the no man's land toward the Dwarven Race.

He seemed to have entirely lost his mind, too excited by the prospect of war and battle, he had done maybe the most foolish thing he could have, entering a piece of land that only left room for death.

slowed due to the roaring lasers of the two Starships. This kind of region was absolutely deadly under normal circumstances, let alone when facing a race of marksmen

was an action they had lost track of the number of times they had completed. In truth, only one of them needed to act, but they had all reacted so fast that

wasn't exaggerated to the point of blotting out the skies, but it was simply too fast and too

that the people of the fortified city

me? It seems I need to introduce myself to

booming. The Anarchic Force seemed entirely incapable of stopping the spread of

coming arrows at all, instead it drew a perfect arc on the ground below. It didn't seem to

another, the volley disintegrated to ash. It was as though the dividing line Leonel had casually drawn had laid down a law of causality, an unbreakable rule decided by the

ash that remained of them continued to float in the air, dancing

tip of his spear trembled and he

again, he was standing before the frontline of Dwarven

dozens of

he passed by, his Spear Force would sparkle for just

one tried to target him, it would disintegrate even before making contact. As for the close combat skills of the Dwarven Race, they were worse

send out a wave of heat and destructive aura, shattering protective armors and Forces that were already struggling beneath the Anarchic Force

And then

air as several large eyes appeared in the skies. The Dwarven Race, which was already thrown into disarray by Leonel, was suddenly faced with an unending tidal wave of