Dimensional Descent

The next scenes could only be described as absolute carnage. Leonel just sat in peace, quickly trying to accumulate his stamina once more as Bracken and the ghoul unleashed unholy hell.

Leonel didn't even have to lift a finger, and the Dwarven Race could only watch in stunned amazement. Most couldn't even see what was happening clearly, but those who could felt like their conceptions of the world were being flipped on their head.

Without the ghouls heading the charge, the Invalids were scrambling. At first, they still managed to maintain some order because the ghouls weren't the only Variant Invalids present, though they were the Head Commander. However, as Leonel sent his summons out to target them and wipe them out systematically, the issue only became worse and worse.

Some of the Invalids ended up scrambling and skirting out of enemy lines, diving deep into Dwarven Race territory, only to be picked off one by one by their protective formations. But many more of them simply began to fight amongst themselves.

Invalids were only driven by a will to evolve, and there were only two things that could control them. The first was a large source of Force. If there was one around, they would ignore even one another to try and make it to it. The second were Variant Invalids who understood how to control them. Though, now, it could be said that there was a third in Leonel himself.

However, there were no great pulls of Force now, and the control of the Variant Invalids had slackened to the point of being exaggerated.

At that moment, it was like they saw a feast around them after starving for years. How could they not partake?

The army began to shred themselves apart, and that only made it easier for Bracken and the ghoul to shred them to pieces.

As for Leonel himself, he continued to sit in silence. The Invalids couldn't even get close without being shredded to pieces by his Destruction World.

Destruction World, to Destroy. When it was deployed, most things in its path would be

weakest of the abilities, and it was passive in a way that Leonel didn't even feel much pressure in deploying it. He could sense many more, it was just that his focus simply wasn't on this

full of vitality using the Sylvan Heart on his finger,

could sense that his comprehension of Life Force was

only really a small part, because

Invalids before, he had been relying on warping reality and hadn't really had the time to investigate or gather

his Life Tablet, which seemed to be an extension of himself, and

died by the thousands, and just as quickly, he had gained many Ability Indexes he thought

that with this, Drake would be able to complete his Gun Force, and even further, Milan and

Invalids truly seemed to be a treasure trove in their own right, because they were teaching Leonel things about increasing the strength and expanding their Ability Indexes that he had

or more accurately, the Wise Tablets might have actually used the Invalids as a blueprint to make

Invalids were a lot like Savants in that they couldn't progress through normal means, and they likewise couldn't reproduce through

to nurturing their Ability Indexes,

Suddenly, Leonel's eyes opened.

but rather because... the entire army of Invalids had been wiped out. There didn't seem to be anything else to do

"Return," Leonel called over.