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.

and wider. It had never been this powerful before, but it seemed to be drawing on an endless store of energy, descending down toward the world as though

their strength was far beneath that of their Tiers. Even those well into

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 the number Leonel had killed was nothing more than a drop in the bucket, it was as though they could finally see their own

spun and the arc of his Spear Force seemed to gain a new sort

then two, then three. His laughter filled the air as he seemed to be dancing all alone, each stroke of his Spear Force shooting out for dozens of meters and cutting down those that

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

Leonel Morales.

ROAR!

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

through the battlefield, the violet dragon roaring forth as

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

BANG!

flickered back and forth. The current Leonel, just by virtue of his improved Universal Force, was on a

on the battlefield as though he couldn't be bothered to fight anymore, as though his boredom had taken hold and

Malcuhorn were infuriated. He had just pointed his spear at them and provoked them, before he entirely ignored their presence. However, what could they do with their archery being

"RISE!" Malcuhorn roared.

line. Malcuhorn swapped his bow for a staff, using it as the

of meters around him, but this only made things more convenient. They