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 masks were a 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

out of this air and Leonel tossed

me today,"

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

Leonel called out the next

two were still recuperating. The Head Researcher had done quite a

Fourth Dimensional boy, the

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

Leonel's understanding of his character, one of Goggles'

eager now just so that Leonel didn't

and he felt like he was neglecting some of them one way

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

a large amount of information, all of which were related

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

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

absorbed the information and then

like me to do,

the main target

don't have enough

he knew about his Ability Index in stride. But once again, this was in line with what Leonel knew