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.

consider this matter. He immediately swept forward with his Internal Sight

mere centimeter from his body, causing a flashing to go off in his mind. He had trained his senses on his Internal Sight, so at that moment he

split second was enough for the

hangar. The inclined metal door had been ripped upward with such force that

to the sky, his Ability Index taking control of the Earth Force that

his arm out, using the 20-meter wide metal door

his forehead, the weight making him feel as though his arm would be ripped from its socket. Even so, he

kilograms of Seventh Dimension Reinforced Urbe Ore. When

the wave of cries one would expect. Most of

kicked up an

those Eighth Dimensional experts are yours.

that infatuating

been a long time since she was truly able to let loose. However, if there was anything she could rank second to her love

It was battle.

appeared in her fair and slender hands, a

great amount of blood pooled into the skies, forming roses of death one

to look. His confidence in his Aina would

"Milan, James."

vanguard, slamming their fists together and forming a

see through all the dust, but how could Leonel not? As for his suppression of Soul Force in the region, he would easily select who he

be