Dimensional Descent

Leonel’s voice suddenly became frighteningly cold. His body hadn’t even fully reformed yet as God Runes soared through the air and implanted themselves within him. [Instant Recovery] was being pushed to the very limits, and that was precisely Leonel’s intention.

The purpose of [Instant Recovery] was to return to one’s peak condition, but its actions and execution were variable. The first variable was the level of the Northern Star Lineage Factor that you had reached. Back then, because Leonel had only reached the Snowy Star Owl level, it was difficult for him to heal from an injury like the one Amery had left on him.

However, now, Leonel had not only integrated with the perfect Northern Star Lineage Factor but also had the support of Tolliver. In the grinding and destruction of his body, he had hidden Tolliver’s soul in his Ethereal Glabella. Both of their bodies had been destroyed at once, but that didn’t stop them from piggybacking off of one another to maximize the use of this [Instant Recovery].

And the second variable was, of course, what did peak condition mean? Obviously, that should refer to whatever Leonel’s peak state was. But what if he was in the middle of a breakthrough and used [Instant Recovery]? For every second that passed, the definition of Leonel’s “peak condition” changed, and due to that, [Instant Recovery] had to continuously add more and more energy to make up for it.

Leonel was essentially using [Instant Recovery] as a cheat to quickly gather up vast stores of energy, and he was relying on his Stars to incorporate with and withstand that large influx of energy. His body was quickly becoming more and more perfect, but he struck down with impunity.

BANG!

He had unlocked an infinite energy glitch in reality itself, and he was going to use it.

Evergreen, Zoltene, and Solaraan were enveloped by a palm. They all let out roars, but Leonel’s strength was easily tens of times what it had been before. Before anyone could react, the palm landed and silence rose into the skies. When everyone saw the result, they felt their hearts tremble.

Solaraan was dead.

Evergreen was so badly mutilated that it was hard to tell she had ever been a person to begin with.

Zoltene barely managed to prop himself up, but his previous calm indifference had vanished into the wind. It felt like he was experiencing the greatest humiliation of his life.

“[Arise],” Leonel said coldly.

[Instant Recovery] pulled in even more vast stores of energy in an attempt to keep Leonel’s mind from being instantly drained. This time, he was trying to make a real God into his puppet. The amount of energy required couldn’t be explained in just a few words.

BANG!

Solaraan’s body and soul exploded, but Leonel only released a snort, his enormous body grabbing out.

“[Assimilate].”

He raised his large golden arms into the world and formed a bow that shocked the soul. He raised it up to the oncoming God Beasts in the distance and a sardonic grin quirked his lips.

BANG!

Solaraan’s life and vitality were all concentrated into this bow.

The Fallen God Beasts, now evolved to become God Beasts once more, had only just arrived on a rainbow of glory, only for a bloody trail to follow them.

The head of a Celestial Storm shattered… a vibrating, rotating hole was torn through the wing of a Celestial Ember that tried in vain to dodge to the side… a White Spectral Tiger tried to use space to dodge out of the way, only to feel its control over it collapse and explode, killing it beneath its own abilities.

The Celestial Ember that thought it had managed to survive with a crippled wing was only happy for a short moment before its entire body exploded, an overwhelming, flaming intent eating it alive.

One arrow, three Gods down.

“ENOUGH!”

The roar of the Primordial Terror echoed.

Thunder boomed, and the skies caved in. Many weaker existences found themselves falling to their knees, unable to keep up. The absolute weakest among them bled from their orifices, dying outright.

The rage of a Primordial Terror could paint the skies in red. They were the very essence of Destruction itself, they were the harbingers of death, the knights of the end of all things…

And Leonel didn’t care.

Why had the Primordial Terror acted to stop Aina earlier but did nothing to stop Leonel’s palm?

The answer seemed to be that Leonel had just acted too fast… but was that really true when you were talking about an existence of this caliber? No matter how much “infinite energy” Leonel felt that he had, he still knew it was nothing in the face of this behemoth.

Leonel knew the truth.

The Primordial Terror didn’t stop him because it couldn’t. This concentration of pure Creation was precisely what it couldn’t stand the most.

Leonel grabbed at the air, three beast corpses the size of worlds appearing in his grasp.

His other hand moved, and he ripped the souls from their bodies.

“[Assimilate].”

Three arrows formed, one wrapped in raging green storms, the second wrapped in violent spatial tears, and the last blazing with crimson gold flames.

The corpses vanished, and he nocked all three arrows at once, his breathing perfectly in tune with the world.

Every single one of them aimed at the Adurna family battleship.

“Who told you that you could bully one of my own?” Leonel asked, his voice as cold as ice.

The Adurna family head felt her soul leave her body.

In that fleeting second of horror, Nana, who was still doing her very best, managed to squeeze the crevice that was about to close back open again.

Leonel’s gaze flashed with a cold light, and he released all three arrows at once.

He had said it already. He didn’t care what the odds were; he would find a way.

Today, the name Leonel Morales would be synonymous with fear.