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.

this powerful before, but it seemed to be drawing on

of dying for simply being within range of a person began to fill the Dwarven Race with fear. Without their bows and arrows, their strength was far beneath

Domain War began, one of the other Races seemed to see the downside of their actions. It had seemed that there would be nothing but benefits to gain in their future at almost no cost to themselves. But now, although

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

be dancing all alone, each stroke of his

and faster and faster. The rumbling roar of a beast slowly crescendoed. Leonel's words seemed to

is Leonel Morales. Welcome

ROAR!

violet dragon manifested from the foggy energy around Leonel. His spear swung, carrying the momentum of the world

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

no escape, no refuge to take, no amount of togetherness and teamwork that could block it. Everyone in the line of Leonel's spear strike was wiped out, left without body and corpse, their final moments spent

BANG!

growing another size as the light of day and night flickered back and forth. The current Leonel, just by virtue of his improved Universal Force, was on a

anymore, as though his boredom had taken hold and there was nothing left that

and provoked them, before he entirely ignored their presence. However, what could they do with their archery being useless? Without it, they weren't much more powerful than their

"RISE!" Malcuhorn roared.

in a line. Malcuhorn swapped his bow for a staff, using

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