Dimensional Descent

2209 Too Strong

El'Rion touched the dent in his chest as though it wasn't his own. He looked back up toward the skies as the entity faded. He didn't seem to be enraged, nor did he seem to be in pain. He simply stood up slowly and looked away. He stumbled slightly, but he regained his bearings quickly. Even now, he didn't seem to notice that Leonel was above him.

Leonel also observed these matters silently. His gaze shifted from El'Rion to Shan'Rae, who was suddenly brimming with power. Her glass-like skin quickly recovered, sealing. At the same time, the number of stars that made up her cosmos seemed to have multiplied several times over.

She rose to her feet under a mysterious power, her expression a cross between a grimace and anger. She had almost died not just once, but twice.

She waved a hand, and her scythe, which had vanished earlier, appeared again. It looked as though it was forged of blue glass, even somewhat ice-like, while being far more radiant than it had been previously. The last time she had summoned it, she was already in a heavily injured, half-dead state. But now she was at 100%.

She didn't even look at El'Rion, her gaze landing on Leonel. This human had actually almost killed her not just once, but twice. Although El'Rion was heavily injured, she still had an innate respect for the Pluto Race that was etched into the depths of her soul. If she didn't have to fight El'Rion, she wouldn't. Her Ancestor injuring him wasn't for the sake of killing him; injuring a Pluto and killing them outright were two completely different things. Rather…

It just made what she wanted to do here far easier. Clearly, she hadn't just come for the sake of passing on a message. In fact, it might very well be possible that the Void Race had expected all of this to happen from the very beginning. Leonel was a bit of a variable, but it was hardly worth caring about.

She raised her Scythe, but Leonel had already reacted.

His Dream Force flourished.

What he hadn't expected was that even though he had reacted first, he would still be a step slow. Shan'Rae's scythe appeared before him, ready to swing down.

was a junior. He didn't know what any of this meant. There should only be the Eighth and Ninth Dimensions beyond him; there was nothing

to take out his Divine Spear because he knew that it wasn't strong enough. Now that he had been expelled from El'Rion's body, whether it was his

the instant it touched the Void Beast's corpse, it dissipated, twisting apart

tilting his head to

as though it was wet tissue paper, carving through his forehead, just barely missing his Ethereal Glabella, and curving out from his chest. The wound was deep, at least three to four inches. Although

her strike? No, he should be dead. Her Force

Deer bloodlines pulsed, rushing into his Divine Armor and mending it. Horns grew from his head, wrapped by the beautiful black and gold of his armor. At the same time, plates of white gold fur formed, making him look

Star Force, allowing it to rampage and push against the odd Force

to control. No human could produce a Force that could fight against her own;

between Shan'Rae's brows. And yet, due to his Domain, it felt as though it was coming from everywhere. When this was layered with his Absolute Spear Domain, it likewise felt that it was coming at all times. His skill in the spear had been pushed to the

"Paltry skill."

one of Leonel's many spear tips, and yet they all dispersed

even at that Impetus State and you want to

seem to react to Shan'Rae's taunt at all because he had

flashed with a furious violet light.

before it was ready. This time, when Leonel moved his spear, the world itself moved. However, even he was surprised at

than it should be, especially at

desert rapidly forming around them. He

in his hand,