Dimensional Descent

Chapter 2676

[Thanks to Mr. Ham (3/6)]

With a tap of fingers, ripples echoed into the world.

Many were shocked. Was Leonel not going to take out a workbench?

In truth, Leonel had never really gotten used to using a workbench. Though, this was mostly his fault. Many of the situations he ended up Crafting in were open spaces like this one. Although he could have brought out his workbench, he never needed to.

He only used his workbench when he needed to completely focus on a task, one that stretched his abilities to the absolute limit. For example, he had never forged any one of his Divine Armors without the help of his workbench.

However... he felt that it was wholly unnecessary in this situation.

The workbench personally crafted by the Minerva Race had no reason to make an appearance here.

*Bloop

Little Tolly started off with such an innocent sound, and yet in a single instant it rose up like a roaring Eastern dragon, spiraling into the skies.

Leonel didn't ask the little guy to do this, but it seemed it had been provoked by Talon's display. It didn't interfere with Talon's lightning because it felt that this would ruin the spirit of the battle, but that didn't stop its head from growing so large that it looked as though it could swallow the city whole.

ROAR!

The Ores of Owlan Race's Bubble all shook. Mines rose and collapsed, the city walls cracking as though he would shatter a moment later.

Leonel tapped

whirlwind, snapping

was only

fingers were too agile, too quick. They seemed to be on a level all to their own, pushing and pulling

his forearms as his Vital Star Force quickly followed up, replenishing his hands faster than he could even

was far superior to any other purification method, much like the workbench... Leonel simply didn't think it

sitting beside what looked like a lump of coal. The latter of which

upwards of five minutes to purify three Ores, while it had taken

it was true that some types of Spirits were far better at some tasks than others, especially depending on the

got worse when Leonel proceeded to do the same

though, was that Leonel didn't just case away the impure lumps of goal as he

his fingers continued to tap at the air as he brought out Force Quill... or what they should was supposed to replace

again, commandeering his hand for a

delicate and fragile, and yet

going to incorporate his Metal Spirit into his Divine Armor... why not get

could pen

instead of a quill. Every one of his strokes rang through the

exactly

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