The Martial Unity

[Seems like everything's fixed now, so here's the bonus chapter for 300 powerstones, next at 600 :)]

Leonel's body was akin to an unleashed beast. Without the chains of morality or the burden of inexperience, he was like a well oiled machine, reaping the lives of one Invalid after another.

The large-headed A-grade Invalid seemed to be sending rays of mental attacks toward him, but they seemed to roll off of Leonel without the slightest hint of success. Without the ability to attack, this invalid was the first to fall.

Compared to the large armies Leonel had faced, the Invalids were a loose pack of sand. They didn't work together and their intelligence seemed to be several levels lower than that of humans. With the level of Leonel's current battle sense… it was too easy.

The truth was that at this point, Leonel had already regained his senses. It was just that he was in a state of limbo. He felt like his body was a mech suit and his eyes were its windows. He was currently watching this mech suit being controlled by someone else, but through the lens of his own gaze.

It was a feeling that made him somewhat sick and lightheaded. The dizziness made him feel like he just might vomit any moment now, but due to the fact he wasn't controlling his body, he couldn't even if he wanted to.

Of course, this wasn't to say that this was a forceful possession. In fact, Leonel knew that with a single thought, there would be no issue with him taking back control of his body.

It was this feeling that made him realize that this experience wasn't him being in danger… rather, it was an opportunity.

Still, the more Leonel observed, the more incredulous it became. He could tell that the consciousness of this primitive man couldn't use power beyond the means of his body. But, he couldn't help but think… was this really his strength?

lips as his

poison whizzed by his head, only to be caught in

with all his might, his spear wielding hand snaking

DING!

of the lizardman Invalid, but

angle of his wrist shifted and with a flick, the rebounded spear sliced

Invalid surrounded by a heated golden radiance closed in. However, the heat emitting from

just before she made contact, she found

Invalid clashed, causing an exchange that left the latter on the losing

other stats were barely at the B-grade. It might have still been fine if all that happened was her clash with the lizardman Invalid, but how could she, with her dulled intelligence, be conscious enough to guess how insidious Leonel would

swift

was paralyzed by poison while the other had had

them, grinning savagely as his foot stomped down onto their heads repeatedly. He was a complete madman, his

attention. He looked over to find Aina weakly pulling herself out

wouldn't lack a defensive treasure. The reason she had been out for such a long time was because the whiplash from suffering such a heavy blow had knocked

had been making use of several techniques and her battle sense, but

"Good… mate…"

language Aina couldn't understand. In fact, even Leonel himself didn't understand the language, he could only vaguely sense that this primitive consciousness had some good feelings toward Aina,