Dimensional Descent

Emperor Fleeting Cloud gasped for breath like a fish out of water. The instant the suppression vanished, his muscles loosened. If not for a last bout of strength, and the fact his body was exceptionally clean as an Eighth Dimensional expert, he might have even lost control of his bowels.

After awakening his King's Might Lineage Factor once more, Leonel had begun finding other ways to maximize it.

It had to be remembered that [Arise], [Breathe], and [Assimilate] were just the three most powerful and feared methods of the Lineage Factor. There were still dozens of other methods, including [Emperor's Gaze] which Leonel had used quite often in the past, and this much more powerful method.

Leonel's own mother's Emperor's Might manifested like a Dragon. In the past, Leonel had assumed that this was just Alienor's preference.

What he didn't know was that the Dragon's Might in legend was actually a bastardization of Emperor's Might. The mythologies of Earth had twisted the true origins.

In reality, [Emperor's Might], the technique, not the Lineage Factor, was placed among the second tier abilities of Emperor's Might. It was created by observing the Celestial Storm Race, a powerhouse amongst God Beasts.

The thing was that the Celestial Storm Race didn't have "Dragon's Might". It was a conception created by the Fawkes for a beast that seemed capable of ruling the skies.

This legend then became lost in translation, and Dragon's Might eventually became something that human fantasy writers often used as a foundational ability of the mythical creature... when in reality it was something manifested by the Fawkes alone.

This wasn't the only technique created based on the God Beasts. In fact, there were four in total. Although the Fawkes never managed to replicate anything for the Void Beasts or Infinity Beasts, they had done so for the four Celestial God Beasts.

And this was just one of them.

"Not killing yourself?" Leonel asked curiously.

He gazed down at the man that had fallen to his knees. The Emperor was heaving as though trying to empty his stomach, but there was nothing left in there. He hadn't been in an eating mood in the last several weeks, so he hacked and wheezed nothing but stomach acid and air.

while before he managed to calm

dissipated and vanished into plumes of

abilities weren't their strength, but rather the fact that according to what he had come to understand about

spoke lightly. "If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead. If I wanted to destroy the

first figure out your position and second figure

stood to

do you want to win this war or

red with both unwillingness and fear. But in the end, he pressed it down. There was no other choice in

"... Yes."

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fact that he had been brought here. But

in his Crafting lab and had hardly made any attempts to train at all. Even so, he had still improved by leaps

was more

made progress nigh impossible? Plus, he was already in the Seventh

his head and crossed the

tattoos across his body erupted as the black chain lashed out. He hissed beneath

all things considered. Too bad

had been covered in chains, his bronzed skin had paled,

sack of bones in his estimations. Though... what was a sack of bones to him was, in reality, shredded beyond compare to most others. His body was even more

he took out a talisman and tore it. A portal

he appeared on the other side, he saw one of the most beautiful women he had

didn't stop the Barbarian Race