Dimensional Descent

The red and violet in Leonel's eyes mixed into a single, uniform color that swirled like a nebula. When he roared, the skies shook and quaked.

At that moment, hundreds of Fallen God Beast corpses appeared around Leonel.

He grabbed at the air and souls, barely lingering and holding on, were ripped out of their bodies.

He held his spear out and the fierceness of his aura grew several times over.

At that moment, Leonel seemed to have returned to a state he had long since forgotten, a state of boundless fury, a state of uncaring lust for battle and blood that painted the skies above and shattered the earth below.

Assimilate.

The hundreds of souls surged into Leonel's spear and its aura grew again and again. Every split second seemed to come with a doubling of strength.

The world split at the seams, the healed fractures shattering once again.

The mountain that had collapsed around Leonel fell into a rain of ash and he burst into the skies in a pillar of blackened violet. Runes that exuded the air of untold majesty and ancient ancestry swirled on its surface.

And then focused.

The pillar shattered, its energy surging into Leonel's spear.

At that moment, a pair of dark gold halo-bracelets appeared around Leonel's wrists. Rather than shimmering with the beautiful gold of a Sovereignty, it had become a dense dark gold instead, thrumming with darkness and violence.

Then a rush of wind passed by and the world fell into silence.

world, but they no longer

had settled down. The only changes were

side of

Then, he moved.

spear thrust through the skies and his fury seemed to have been suppressed into the depths of his heart

spear had always been

the spear, but he had grown into an elite that caused the hearts of those who witnessed his blade

to have reverted to a realm of absolute simplicity. His blade would cut through any and

spear was the king weapon of the battlefield, invincible within its range and powerful in

prowess of this Spear Force that had finally been unleashed into the world, she no longer raised the broken wine bottle,

BANG! BANG! BANG!

dull and for a moment, it looked like a pair of mortals

their face and the other had a gaze of striking indifference, burying a

simple and to the point, but swift and

came out in wave after wave, a cascade of Universal Force falling toward him

Sovereignties wove in and out of one another, violent wisps

Demoness wasn't directly confronting it. Instead, she was using tricks and

her felt like battling against the relentless waves of the ocean, as though his every

and with every strike he levied, his stroke became purer and the sharpness

the skies in twinkling jagged blades that looked like silver-black rips in

it

evolve once again, every strike carrying with it waves of Auspicious Air. It was as though he wasn't just eliciting concepts as simple as Swiftness or Heaviness any longer, but rather like every stroke

harshness of a