Dimensional Descent

Cidra couldn't have imagined that Leonel and the others would attack without her. Even when Leonel went off, she assumed that he was just an arrogant brat who knew that support would be coming one way or another.

She was obviously biased toward Miel, so when she saw Leonel pulled his daughter out like that, she had felt no small part of dissatisfaction in her heart, it was just that it wasn't her place to say anything.

So, although she hadn't purposely slowed down given the situation was already urgent, she still made sure that everything was meticulously in place before heading off. In her opinion, it was impossible for Leonel to even open the hangar doors on his own, so what good would it do him to get there first even if he had the intention of attacking on his own?

She was wrong. Oh so wrong.

By the time she caught up, there was a flood of light coming down from above, and with that light came thick clouds of dust that obscured her vision as well.

She tried to use her Internal Sight, but what she saw with it made her eyes widen.

Absolute carnage.

It should have been aimed toward Leonel and his people, and yet she wasn't even sure if a single one of them had been injured.

Leonel was completely controlling the flow of the battle. Every time one tried to organize the situation and reform the attack, he'd target their weakness, crushing them before they could even gather up momentum.

His small squadron of barely over ten walked around the battlefield like they owned it. Every second, hundreds died.

What shocked her most was Miel's daughter. She had strength that made her heart palpitate. If she appeared for even a moment, a head would fly into the skies without fail.

At the same time, her blood roses rotated in the skies above everyone's perception, unleashing a rain of carnage on the Seventh Dimensional experts as well. This made the troops in the distance who wanted to come over to support not even have a chance to approach.

How would they organize themselves if all of their commanders were dropping like flies? There simply wasn't

there in

performance, she found her senses floating back to Leonel again and

of dirt and soul shouldn't be this effective. How could these powerful warriors not have Internal

In fact, how had this dust not settled just yet? Someone was also constantly

Fifth Dimensional expert have this level

...

His hands moved so fast they

to roar with life, suppressing the world around him as he

SHUUU! SHUUU! SHUUU!

take drastic measures

worth its salt would

"Blackstar."

skies, the dense, foggy shape of a mythical

figure flickered and vanished, appearing on Blackstar's back as they shot through the air, aiming

the early Tiers of the Eighth Dimension. This man, however, was in the middle Tiers and should be a Tier Four. He

that of the rest of

reorganize, and what made it worse was that retreating without the word of the Head Commander would be nigh impossible unless there were waves

Lineage Factor, but he restrained himself. He

infiltration of the Dimensional Verse, what was more important was making sure that this news didn't become common knowledge to the point it spread to the rest

to the side.

to the side opened up and Miel charged out with his own army. Although he was clearly shocked