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.

the world,

Leonel's hair had settled down. The only changes were to

the side of his

Then, he moved.

his fury seemed to have been suppressed into the depths of his heart and then concentrated into his

now, his spear had always

a man who could only be said to be crude in the way of the spear, but he had grown into an elite that caused the hearts of those who witnessed

realm of absolute simplicity. His blade would cut through any and

battlefield, invincible within its range

blade and felt the prowess of this Spear Force that had finally

BANG! BANG! BANG!

sounds of the collisions were dull and for a moment, it looked like a pair of mortals were duking it out in the middle of

their face and the other had a gaze

spear simple and to the point, but swift

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

out of one another, violent wisps of

it. Instead, she was using tricks and Force Manipulation of

ocean, as though his every strike was being

didn't know fatigue and with every strike he

blade suddenly slipped out of its simplicity, covering the skies in twinkling jagged blades

reached its extreme, it

It was as though he wasn't just eliciting concepts as simple as Swiftness or Heaviness any longer, but rather like

harshness of

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