Dimensional Descent

The Morales army charged forward, not showing the slightest hint of fear toward the lineup of Ancestors. With a rush, a barrier formed over the palace, however the army seemed prepared. They closed the distance to just 50 meters and then came to a controlled stop.

Three groups of troops felt their bodies tremble as three large translucent shields appeared in the skies. They resonated with a clear power and prepared a perfect defense even before the canons of the Pyius family canons took shape and fired.

Leonel wasn't surprised by this. He only needed one army for 10 of the Constellation families because he had insider information. He knew about all of their formations, where they were located, and a general idea of what their weaknesses might be.

Against the Quarius and Pyiu families, though, he had no such information and was forced to compensate with larger numbers. However, "larger" was only relative. Charging into a Constellation family's territory with just 60 million troops was like trying to eat an elephant to death with just a handful of ants.

But that was Leonel's confidence.

The formation had only appeared for an instant, and the shields of the army had only been bombarded a single time, but Leonel's gaze had already flickered. He raised up a hand and another three troops trembled as their armors began to echo with a pulsing energy.

Leonel aligned his arms as though he was holding an invisible bow even as three large bows appeared in the skies. However, this wasn't the function of the armors. Rather, a large gathering of Spear Force took shape and settled into the bows.

Leonel's body pulsed with a light as a blinding golden wave came from his eyes. The three weak points shone to him like the stars in the sky, his heart thrumming with life and power as he released his fingers through the air.

SHUUUU!

Ancestors of the Pyius family thought it to be a worthless endeavor to even try, that was what their formations were here for. They would crush

own, they were wary of the starships in the skies. They could sense the danger locking onto them with every step. At the same time, the armies that Leonel was sliced through like butter were recovering. Soon, Leonel would find himself pincered from the

CRACK.

third spear landed and the foundation of the palace was crushed,

'There,' Leonel thought calmly.

Land. These were regions that seemed to be hidden away in a slice of space and

there was a method he had found with some ease. Any formation built into the palace would also be among the strongest that the family could create. In order to do so,

same token, the Holy Land was most likely hidden in this region as well, stored in

all for an instant, flaws that couldn't escape Leonel's senses at all. And when he found that flaw,

their faces and bodies hidden beneath dark black armor. With a single intention, their Force pooled together

appeared in his hands. He took another step and vanished from the center of the army along with his squadron of ten. He appeared in the midst of the Ancestors to their

a cold breeze sliced across their

leg in a tornado of energy. That single slam caused cracks to spread out in all directions, a sinkhole appearing right at the core of the

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