Dimensional Descent

Billowing plumes of royal blue fog came from Leonel's Divine Armor. Standing in the middle of a region that had been entirely cleared by him, he looked like a war god descended from the very skies themselves, untouchable and noble.

BANG!

His Gravity Field seemed to activate on its own. The Dwarven Race members that were rushing to fill in the gap were crushed instantaneously. Their faces were driven into the ground before bursting into a puddle of flesh and blood.

Leonel's free hand grasped out at the air, space itself solidifying to the point he could run his fingers through it as though it was the surface of a calm lake.

Suddenly, his hand which had been moving slowly pressed down with great force. The Gravity Field's range expanded to double its original range. The carnage was devastating. From hundreds, thousands of Dwarven Race existences were compressed from the head to their feet, falling into condensed bags of meat.

Ularora and Malcuhorn finally couldn't stay still any longer. They raised their bows, attacking in unison. They had a beautiful tacit understanding, their arrows spiraling around one another and suddenly fusing. They didn't seem to believe that Leonel could ignore any and all arrows.

Unfortunately...

BANG!

"[Emperor's Edict]."

Leonel suddenly disappeared. The lockdown of his Spatial Force vanished, the siege towers having been rendered useless within the range of his Emperor's Edict.

its range getting wider and wider. It had never been this powerful before, but it seemed to be drawing on an endless store of energy,

arrows, their strength was far beneath that of their Tiers. Even those well into the middle Tiers of the Seventh Dimension, and even some of the higher Tier, couldn't last a single strike against

in their future at almost no cost to themselves. But now, although the number Leonel had killed was nothing more than a drop in the bucket, it was as though they could

arc of his Spear Force seemed to gain a new sort of character to

be dancing all alone, each stroke of his Spear Force shooting out for dozens of

and faster and faster. The rumbling roar of a beast slowly crescendoed.

Morales. Welcome to

ROAR!

His spear swung, carrying the momentum of the

trench was torn through the battlefield, the violet dragon roaring forth as it took out hundreds of Dwarven Race members a

amount of togetherness and teamwork that could block it. Everyone in the line

BANG!

growing another size as the light of day and night flickered back and forth. The current Leonel, just by virtue of

turned his back on the battlefield as though he couldn't be bothered to fight anymore, as though his boredom

could they do with their archery being useless? Without it, they weren't much more powerful than their

"RISE!" Malcuhorn roared.

beam of light connecting them in a line. Malcuhorn swapped his bow for a staff, using it as the center to connect

surrounding dozens of meters around him, but this only made things more convenient. They could target him without harming any of their own.