Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked Anya in the eyes, his flaming arm burning through her chest.

Her mouth opened slightly, but nothing other than a puff of black smoke came out. All of her arrogance, all of her condescension, all of the prim and proper words she had spoken, vanished into the wind along with the ashes of her body.

Just because Leonel hadn't used elaborate illusions before, didn't mean he was incapable of it, it just meant that he couldn't be bothered to waste his Dream Force on her. But since she wanted to continue to push and push, speaking as though she was on the same level as him, above him, even, he chose that there was nothing more to do than to properly put her in her place... Forever.

Assimilation worked very specifically. It was best used with souls, but if Leonel wanted to use it on himself, there were restrictions, namely he had to be compatible with what he was Assimilating to receive the best possible results. This didn't mean that he couldn't Assimilate certain things, but rather that doing so would weaken them a large measure.

For example, when he Assimilated Lionel, the results were immediate and extremely powerful. But when he Assimilated the Force canceling Savant, it was much weaker, so much so that he had to be in direct contact with Anya's spear to dispel its strength.

These restrictions were far lesser when he used them on actual souls, but he clearly wasn't a soul, he also had a body to filter things through. This was another reason why having a fully separated soul was such an advantage, it gave one the purest chances to be powerful.

This aside, the combination of an illusion and Leonel's attack was far too much for Anya to handle. The moment he got into her range, her strength was meaningless. Everything his fist contacted dispelled her Force. She didn't even have a chance to protect herself.

When he looked toward the Scholars this time, their reactions were fierce. This was exactly what he wanted to see.

Clearly, they had known that Anya and Harmony were truly just a single person. This was none other than Anya's Ability Index, an interesting method of cheating death. However, this death right here was the truest death... There was simply no coming back.

"Rise." Leonel said coldly.

Anya's ashes had barely dispersed when they were suddenly ripped out of the air, a powerful torrent of violet Force rising as she took shape once again.

by blemishes appeared, donning a Valkyrie-like armor

in the skies, her face filled with reverence. Every ounce of her holier than thou attitude had vanished, replaced by an undying loyalty

his flames flickered around his body. Even so, Anya didn't dare to look up, waiting for Leonel's motion to rise. Leonel, however, had his eyes set on the battle in the skies, even the Scholars didn't

not weak in the slightest. He hadn't suffered even a single injury, but the armor of the Silver Emperor was beaten and broken, the four members of the Great Families all had blood trickling down the corner of their lips, and the Emperors of the various Races were in an even

of his own,

the skies, his clothes without a single wrinkle and even his glasses remaining firmly upon his nose as though he

made Leonel feel more agitated. Despite getting beaten back again and again, these people didn't show any signs of retreat, even the arrogant Imperatress Anselma had

feeling was coming from. He simply wanted

was then that it

a spear appearing for just a

instant it did, it had already begun to collapse. It was clear that the laws of this world didn't allow it to exist, but the residual Force that came with it

face. He seemed to have expected

out with one hand, a spear appearing. With the other, a

eye, an armor of silver, gold and black took shape. Even without the imaging ability of the Ancestor Hito, this armor was projected all across the Dimensional Verse

moment before Velasco's helmet took shape and his visor snapped down, whether by coincidence or not, he looked down at his son, a look that Leonel had never seen in his life appearing in

a gaze filled with pride, but this pride wasn't for himself like it usually was. Rather, it was

was only an instant, but Velasco knew that

spear is for my father," Velasco said in a

His aura soared.

his

aura, it surpassed the Eighth Dimension, it surpassed the state that the