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.

this matter. He immediately swept forward with his Internal Sight to get an understanding of what was going on through all

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

was enough for the carnage

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

Ability Index

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

across his forehead, the weight making him feel as though his arm would be ripped from its socket. Even so, he managed to pull it down

Seventh Dimension Reinforced Urbe Ore. When it was thrown out with such force and from such a height,

There 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 too

one that kicked up an even

those Eighth Dimensional experts are

grinned, it was just unfortunate that that infatuating appearance was hidden

able to let loose. However, if there was anything she could rank second

It was battle.

and slender hands, a blood red light

the skies, forming roses of death one

to look. His confidence

"Milan, James."

took the vanguard, slamming their fists together and forming a

his suppression of

would be an