Dimensional Descent

Sergeant Moe held up a hand, his gaze boiling with fire.

In the desolate wasteland they stood in, it looked as though their armies were completely unorganized. In the eyes of anyone observing the situation, it would look as though they were still preparing to arrange themselves, but the reality was that they were in a perfect position. At his signal, the troops and battalions in the distance would be able to do an about-face in the shortest time, turning and rushing to complete a full-force attack on their two chosen points in an instant.

According to the plan, the Slayer Legion would find themselves divided, defending several points, when in reality they were concentrated in just two. They would be able to deal them a swift blow.

As for a potential pincer, Sergeant Moe was perfectly prepared for this. What use would there be in a pincer if their annihilation speed was even faster-

BOOM.

The ground before them exploded.

The small entrance that Eamon had used to sneak into the Slayer Legion's underground city wasn't considered to be a real entrance. At best, it was an emergency hatch that could be used to sneak away the young and the old should the situation arise.

The true entrances, the six main entrances that Goggles mentioned, were enormous. They were huge mechanical slabs covered in dense patches of dirt. It looked like an underground hangar's door, lifting up on an incline and revealing an exit that was 20 meters wide.

However, it wasn't meant to open nearly so explosively. It was only because Leonel had purposely broken the mechanisms, causing the two mechanical arms to explode upward with far more strength than they should normally.

The result was a huge amount of dirt filling the air, and some of the scattered soldiers were even sent flying, ripping through the air at astonishing speeds.

However, these soldiers were just the minority. Sergeant Moe was one of the thousand Eighth Dimensional existences that were leading these troops, as such he knew exactly where the entrance was. He wouldn't organize his shoulders to stand right on top of it.

Internal Sight to get an understanding of what was going on through all the smoke

trained his senses on his Internal Sight, so at that moment he was like a mortal

enough for the carnage

of the hangar. The inclined metal door had

hand up to the sky, his Ability Index taking control of

a roar, he swung his arm out, using the 20-meter wide

would be ripped from its socket. Even so,

had been forged of over a million kilograms of Seventh Dimension Reinforced Urbe Ore. When it was thrown out with

of cries one would expect. Most of the warriors that died didn't even know what was happening

the deaths came a loud boom, one that kicked up an even more violent wind of

experts are

just unfortunate that that infatuating

was truly able to let loose. However, if there was anything she

It was battle.

ax appeared in her fair and slender hands, a blood red light surrounding her as she

the skies, forming roses of death

need to look. His confidence in his Aina would never

"Milan, James."

took the vanguard, slamming their fists together and

all the dust, but how could Leonel not? As for his suppression of Soul Force in the region, he

be an all-out