Dimensional Descent

Leonel let out a low whistle, finding it all to be quite shocking. Indeed, Gun Force was... something else entirely. Most Weapon Forces only had penetrative force, but Gun Force seemed like it was willing to release a chain reaction the moment it pierced into a body.

Leonel had only used it for a few seconds, but he was certain that this Weapon Force was the strongest in terms of pure destructive might. It was so perfect for his Destruction World that he felt a little regretful. Maybe he should have put in more effort into helping Drake perfect Gun Force years ago.

This was something that Drake had been working on forever because he had the Marksman Ability Index, but he didn't have the supplementary strength to become a bowman. Ultimately, no matter how good his marksmanship, he would always be limited by how powerful a bow he could draw. In addition, he didn't seem to have the natural affinity for Bow Force that Leonel did either.

But with Gun Force, he saw hope to fixing his weakness. It would fix all of his offensive prowess problems in a single bound, and then rather than being a backline ranged unit, he could even take the vanguard.

But Leonel could also tell that the weapons he had created to make use of Drake's Idol were actually limiting it, not helping it. This wasn't because Leonel's Crafts were too weak. The problem was that what he had created were too limited.

It was only after using Gun Force that Leonel realized something shocking. What Drake had created wasn't Gun Force, per se... but it would probably be more appropriate to call it something like Gun Powder Force. He focused on the explosive elements of modern weapons so that it could easily be translated from form factor to form factor. Whether it was a gun, a sniper rifle, a machine gun, or a rocket launcher... Gun Force could be applied to them all.

want to whip out a few pistols and be done with it. He wanted to unleash unholy

and met Drake's gaze. The rookie had a wide grin on his face and Leonel couldn't

boys were simply wreaking

pieces. He took a step and cleaved a head off that shot into the air and exploded like a grenade. Then, seemingly with eyes on the back of his head, he took a half off the polearm of his glaive and aimed a desert eagle backward, piercing a hole through a Void Race member's

Ability Index of them all: a strength boost. They rolled through the battlefield like a pair of tanks, their palms,

than using them to strike like he usually did, he unholstered his desert eagles and threw them up and into their open hands. On the ground, he unleashed an endless stream of carnage, while in the skies, bullets

one a chiseled mass of a man and the

directions, slicing heads off in droves. He raised up his desert eagles, unleashing a rain of bullets. Many Void Race members tried to dodge, but they found pulses of magnetism coming from the silver disks that suddenly altered the paths of the bullets, and sometimes caused them to explode ahead of time. His path