Dimensional Descent

In the far-off distance, a trio of gazes flickered, not quite understanding what they were witnessing. They stood near the back of the Invalid army, but they could clearly feel every change.

In truth, the formation of Invalids only ever came from Incomplete Worlds. Complete Worlds didn't have to contest with Sub-Dimensional Zones or Metamorphosises, so it could be said that any Invalids that were here were the product of Incomplete Worlds that hadn't managed to get rid of them in time and had thus been taken over by them.

There were actually quite a number of such worlds, and over the years, these Invalids had spread out and claimed Complete Worlds for themselves as well.

Variant Invalids were extremely talented existences, no less so than Sparks, and on the highest end they were comparable even to God Childes.

Even so, they had to remain low-key because there were too few of them...

The problem was that a Blood Sovereign was too great of a strategic resource. They were far too rare and even in the entire Invalid Empire, there were only a handful. The number didn't even reach double digits.

It was impossible, then, for them to give up this sort of opportunity. So, in a rare moment, they had actually brought out a decent number of warriors.

In truth, they had thought that it was far too much. Did they even need this much for a mere Human Bubble? This could be said to be the most convenient Blood Sovereign they would ever pick up, right?

So what was this situation?

Leonel seemed to be single-handedly crushing their army of tens of thousands. Granted, most of them were weaklings. After all, Invalids were Invalids for a reason, they were made up of people who failed to awaken their Ability Indexes. It wasn't until they became Variant Invalids that they were a true danger to the world.

But even so, the weakest was in the Seventh Dimension. How could a Fifth Dimensional existence like Leonel possibly destroy so many of them and with such ease? Was he truly such an outrageous monster?

was a familiar

Apex.

who found Aina's leg, he was the one searching for the location of the Human Bubble all this time, and this should have been his to benefit

in a situation where Aina's half-digested leg had instead become proof that allowed this mobilization. If not for him, there would have been a more careful and long-drawn-out

find the location of the Human Bubble, when the organization mobilized their true experts to begin investigating as well, his own

then reprimanded for

he was here, the

they did things, and their concept of "betrayal" was very loose. Plus, given who his master was, it was impossible for him to be truly punished in the deepest sense of the

in the end,

he was actually getting a sick, twisted satisfaction out of watching the army be wiped out like this. How dare they take his cattle from him? It was worse than

The elders won't be happy if we actually lose the entire army. Some of them had a chance at becoming Variants

This trash wouldn't be able

was the burliest of them all. Muscles and veins bulged across his body and his skin had a bronze-silverish

as Peacock. He was the slenderest of them all and there was a crown of feathers in his hair. He had a handsome countenance, and one would expect

find a dense pattern of tattoos fluttering with an array of

much unlike

you take the

go up so badly, then go. No one is stopping

rage. Bull's play on his name never

on his back glowed and a feather whipped out at Bull's back, sending

BASTARD!" Bull roared