Dimensional Descent

"Another bought it."

The voice was a bit gloomy, but it was difficult for it not to be in the situation. They already didn't have much room to maneuver and had been preparing for so long, but now there was another obstacle in their path.

"Who?"

"Don't ask stupid questions. You know we can't see that."

If Leonel was here, he would lament that he was right too often. Sometimes, it was nice to be wrong, especially in a situation like this one. But it seemed that he wouldn't be so lucky.

Both speakers were members of the Demi-God Barbarian Race, and both of them were Ninth Dimensional monsters with presences that could have caused the surrounding air to tremble.

Luckily for Leonel, the surrounding air was only reacting so fiercely because they were two Demi-Gods standing in a Mortal Realm. In fact, they were in the very same desert world that Aina and Leonel had just walked through.

Unluckily for Leonel, this didn't change the fact both were obscenely powerful.

"You already know that this transaction is locked on both sides. Maybe only the top three Dream Pavilions could take a look at who it was, but if we could ask them for help, would we be in this situation?"

The shorter Barbarian leapt up and slapped the much taller on the back of the head, feeling irritated.

The bigger Barbarian didn't even fight back, seemingly used to this sort of treatment.

"There's no other choice than to just move forward with the original plan. We have a few years' advantage. It'll be hard for any outsiders to get a leg up on us."

However, when they noticed the fact

Unfortunately, it wasn't.

information, and now there was

situation on the other side is becoming murky, and the moment Zephyrion makes his

solemnly looked ahead, realizing they had no

birth Demi-God or God Races. He had also said that Invalids

both Apex and his Master were Invalids

a secret that only the highest echelon of the Barbarian Race

brat Talon.

describe. On the one hand, this was because the title of "void" was enough to encapsulate everything, but on the other it felt like it

for the first time, Leonel felt

was no up or down, there were no objects or things

Void Beast, and yet this felt more grandiose,

a place like this. At least Anarchic Force was something. It had a purpose and it could take

to simply be: Nothing. The world didn't necessitate the existence of Something and it was just fine with wiping everything out and leaving nothing

this reality that the root of

more than one reason. The feeling of her hand in his seemed to be the only anchor he had

any solace when there was

least, this barrier was "something", it was tangible, and it

withstand the ire