Dimensional Descent

As everyone was ready to panic, Leonel's brothers appeared around him.

"What're we doing, Cap?" Milan grinned. He looked like he was ready to bash some heads in already. The group completely ignored the other leaders around them.

"Well, looks like some killing's in order," Leonel replied with a smile.

"This is Slayer Legion territory, this isn't a place you can do as you please. If you insist, we will detain you right here and now." Miel spoke calmly, having regained his bearings.

This time, the others agreed with Miel. It wasn't that they thought that Leonel might be a spy or someone sent to stab them in the back. If the Godlens really made such an elaborate plan they could only bend over and take, quite frankly. Instead, they didn't want military order to be disrupted.

A squadron of powerful existences who went off to do their own thing would be an annoying thing to deal with, and it could end up costing many their lives. They couldn't allow it.

Leonel sent his father-in-law a smile, and then more experts began to appear around him.

"Anastasia, activate the best of my mask protocols. I'll need one."

"Gotcha..."

Soon, a mask appeared in Leonel's hand. Several of them, in fact.

He passed them out to his brothers and each one was outfitted with a sleek black mask that seemed to absorb all the light that bounced toward it. Other than the two slits they had for eyes, there were no other holes or openings, and those around them found that even using their Internal Sight didn't help in seeing what was underneath.

the Morales. It wasn't just this,

out of this air and Leonel

me

in Leonel's hands anyway. His white tracksuit was buffeted by the wind and he looked to play every part of the role of assassin... well, if he

called out the

to call out Amery and Noah as well, but those two were still recuperating. The Head Researcher had done quite a number on them and it was best to let them rest some more before throwing them out

Leonel had pulled out a Fourth Dimensional boy, the

incomparably excited. This was odd for Leonel, especially since he was used to this guy

He wasn't as familiar with Leonel, and given Leonel's understanding of his character, one of Goggles' most important protective mechanisms was in blending

now just so that Leonel didn't

to juggle, and he felt like he was neglecting some

at this point, Leonel didn't really have another choice. He pointed toward Goggles' forehead and a large stream of information entered the latter's head. With the ability to expel his Dream Force, he had gained a whole host of new abilities, most of which were more minor

suddenly overwhelmed with a large amount of information, all of which

limitation of Goggles' Ability Index, Karmic Puppet. In order to make proper predictions about the future, he

into account. So long as Goggles spent most of his time in the Segmented Cube, his mind should be safe from the obstruction of others. In addition, once he grew stronger, he wouldn't be limited by this matter any longer at

information and

you like me to

target of the

have enough

Ability Index in stride. But once