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.

what Leonel's current abilities could create. He had created them for the sake of the Morales. It wasn't just this, but he had allowed Anastasia to scan the making of several potential mass-producible items. It was just that he never got around to actually using them until

of this air

with me today,"

the mask in his hands and then silently put it on. He didn't have a word to say, he didn't feel like it was necessary. His life was in Leonel's hands anyway. His white

called out the

as well, but those two were still recuperating. The Head Researcher had done quite a number on them and it was best to let

that Leonel had pulled out a Fourth Dimensional boy, the

though, looked incomparably excited. This was odd for Leonel, especially since he was used to this guy dragging his feet for everything he did. But he could

now was different. He wasn't as familiar with Leonel, and given Leonel's understanding of his character, one of Goggles'

now just so

too many people to juggle, and he felt like he was neglecting some of

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

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

Ability Index, Karmic Puppet. In

already taken this into account. So long as Goggles spent most of his time in the Segmented Cube, his mind should be safe

information and then blinked

would you like me to

the main target of the

have enough

he knew about his Ability Index in stride. But once again, this was