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,

down. The only changes were to the

the side of his eyes extended and glowed with

Then, he moved.

thrust through the skies and his fury seemed to have been suppressed into the

spear had always

the spear, but he

seemed to have reverted to a realm of absolute simplicity. His blade

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

of this Spear Force that had finally been unleashed into the world,

BANG! BANG! BANG!

for a moment, it looked like a pair of mortals were duking it out in the

and the other had a gaze of striking

everything, his spear simple and to

ten Stars, his King's Might all came out in wave after wave, a cascade of Universal Force falling toward him from the

in and out of one another, violent wisps of Destruction pulsing with an equally violent

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

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

with every strike he levied, his

blade suddenly slipped out of its simplicity, covering the skies in twinkling jagged blades that looked like silver-black rips in

it could easily become complexity once

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

harshness of a snowy

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