Dimensional Descent

Leonel's gaze remained placid, but when he looked down at his chest, he found a thin line of red had formed. It was trying to eat him alive from the inside out, and if not for his powerful vitality, he would have already died from the small nick.

His Vital Star Force surged, and he was surprised to find that the aching feeling only slowed somewhat. This old man was powerful.

Unlike the other Overlords Leonel had seen, this old man didn't seem to have a foot in the grave. Judging by the World Spirit, it wasn't being used to sustain his lifeforce either. This was either because this old man had only just become an Overlord... or he was an elite even among Overlords. In fact, saying that he was elite probably didn't do him justice, there was something else going on here that was going over his head.

If not for Tolliver, he had a feeling that snatching anything from this man would never be so easy.

The old man stroked his beard, seemingly surprised that Leonel had dodged, or so it seemed. It was hard to tell what his actual expression was as it was somehow both flat, and yet... cheery? He didn't look like he had just lost something important at all, but that didn't make sense either.

"Like father, like son, it seems," the old man spoke after a while. "Both doing stupid things that their elders have warned them against."

Leonel attacked.

His spear's tip trembled and an upswell of Spear Force seemed to coalesce from the surrounding air. His body shifted and his Tier 1 Divine Armor took shape. It clicked into place one by one, its pieces looking as though they had been pulled out from the void of space and glued to his body under a mysterious spectral Force.

Leonel's halo shifted from the top of his head, to the back. Then, its inner space flickered, forming a swirling portal of rainbow that eventually solidified into a glorious tree that seemed to uphold the very skies themselves.

the remaining 75%. This time, when Leonel changed his spear from the black rod to a spear that looked wreathed in vines of gold and silver, its aura didn't seem to drop at all. In fact... he

back a step, piercing out with two fingers flickering with a foggy green

the gaps in Leonel's armor, running through the veins of black, gold and white as though calling those places home. Vital Star Force erupted from Leonel and the Life Force in the region roared to life, suppressing everything that had the scent

Except himself.

his squadron and shredded the old man's fingers apart, then his wrist, and then his forearm. The old man almost

from the stump of his elbow, his smiling expression having

a crescent move appeared in his one good armor. His chest hair

as easily. However, Leonel's bloodlines thrummed. He could feel the roar of the Golden Tiger and pulses of white and gold erupted from his body, his armor becoming a cross of beast furs and metal that

an armor morph so much and so fluidly. He had seen Leonel's Life Grade armor before, but it had never been on this level, and

pulsed and Leonel seemed to grow an entire foot, his armor following with him. The halo to the back of his head followed suit and the tree upholding the skies grew more

If everything was bright, then nothing was bright. If everything was dark, nothing

was the Natural

spun around one another, his [Star Fusion] entering [Combustion] in a single bound

wrist of the old man trembled and then broke. Following suit, the sickle shattered as he attempted to solidify his arm with Force. And