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.

Sight to get an understanding of

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 was like a mortal who suddenly had his eyes covered with a sleeping mask. The matter was enough to disorient him and the other soldiers for that matter, for just

second was enough for the carnage to

brothers exploded out of the hangar. The inclined metal door had been ripped upward

Index taking control

swung his arm out, using the 20-meter wide

making him feel as though his arm would be ripped from its socket. Even

of over a million kilograms of Seventh Dimension Reinforced Urbe Ore. When it was thrown out with such force and from

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

boom, one that kicked

Dimensional experts are yours. Kill them

it was just unfortunate that that

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

It was battle.

and slender hands, a blood red light surrounding

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

didn't even need to look. His confidence in his Aina would never

"Milan, James."

slamming their fists together and forming a pair of shields as

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

be