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.

bit shoddy compared to 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

of this air and Leonel tossed

be with me today,"

at 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 tracksuit was buffeted by the wind

called out the next

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

out a Fourth Dimensional boy, the others

excited. This was odd for Leonel, especially since he was used to this guy dragging his feet for everything he did. But he could only sigh in

Leonel's understanding

to be eager now just so

and he felt like he was neglecting

didn't really have another choice. He pointed toward Goggles' forehead and a large stream of information entered the latter's head. With the

overwhelmed with a large amount of information, all of which were related to the armies

Index, Karmic Puppet. In order to make proper

in Leonel's defenses, but he had already taken this 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.

absorbed the information and then blinked

would you like me to

main target of

have

fact that he knew about his Ability Index in stride. But