Dimensional Descent

The world bowed to Leonel’s words. The Envoys felt their hearts convulse and then explode one after another. They tried to struggle, realizing that they hadn’t been called here by a friend, but it was already too late. Leonel’s mandate was like that of an Overlord God. Under the influence of Emperor’s Edict and the Life Tablet, they folded.

Leonel took a step through the skies… or so it seemed. In reality, it looked as though the world moved around him the moment he raised up his foot.

“[Arise].”

In one motion he killed them, and in the next, he forced them to rise. Their life and death danced in the palm of his hands. The stores of his Dream Force were so vast and omnipresent now that something that would have been impossible in the past had become as easy as flipping over a hand to him.

Let alone a single Shan’Rae, he could have resurrected thousands of them. And these Envoys… they were nothing more than his playthings with the Life Tablet active.

Violet armored beasts began to appear one after another, and just as Leonel came to a stop, a Death Pulse Deer’s head had just risen to meet his landing.

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! The risen beasts roared to the skies, or so it seemed… But no matter which one it was, their eyes were locked onto Leonel with a look of absolute reverence.

The hearts of those in the surroundings overturned. They felt like they were watching a true monster rise up. Know Fear… Whether they liked it or not, that fear had already wormed into all of their hearts.

“Do you feel that weakness?” Leonel asked lightly, not caring for the reverence of the Envoys of Destruction. He was in an unprecedented state of calm.

“You…” The Primordial Terror shivered, but that action alone left it stunned. When was the last time it had felt so… cold?

“You don’t understand it, right?” Leonel asked lightly. “Since you did me the service of wasting my time with your sob story, and even had the audacity to harm my wife, I don’t mind letting you know just how much of a fool you are.

“You were trying to save your clansmen from following the same fate as you?” Leonel casually swept a glance through the hoard of Celestial Terras. Even now, they had yet to take action. From the beginning, since the Fallen God Beasts turned true God Beasts appeared, the Celestial Terras had been on the sidelines. They acted lofty and untouchable… And Leonel didn’t like that.

“It’s unfortunate for you that whether you want them to or not, they have all the reverence in the world for you. Do you understand now?”

The Primordial Terror stumbled back. “No… Impossible.”

“Very possible. In fact, it’s the only truth. You’re just too much of an idiot to see it. The only reason you didn’t feel your strength plummeting as the Envoys of Destruction and Void God Beasts were killed one after another in that war was because your own Race was taking on the burden. You didn’t notice because by that point, you had already suppressed your Race and told them to hide their sharpness. The strength that was shared between you was buried and sealed away by your own hands. How could you sense it?”

The Primordial Terror continued to tremble. All this time, it thought that it was the master of all, that it had control over everything, only to now realize that it had always been a puppet in the hands of another.

Leonel didn’t seem eager to destroy the Primordial Terror despite the fact it seemed like it would be as easy as flipping over a palm for him.

“These things… They were your trump cards?” Leonel spoke lightly, his eyes landing on the Scorned Queen Beauty, Cynthia. “It’s not bad, honestly. The fact you survived was a surprise to me. The fact you somehow managed to get your claws on a subordinate of mine is also pretty good. You must have put in a lot of effort. I have to thank you for bringing them here, or else even with my current strength, it would be a tall task to summon them all.”

Cynthia trembled. Leonel’s eyes were so bright, and yet they felt so dark, so cold. It was like she was staring into the maw of an apex predator.

A Crimson Clawed Ape by Leonel’s side suddenly moved. It raised up a bent finger as though it was trying to casually point something out. And yet, by the time they reacted, it was already too late.

“No!” Goggles dove in the way before the Crimson Clawed Ape even finished. But it was precisely because he acted first that he even managed to react at all.

The beam of red was completely silent. Space didn’t even so much as quiver, and yet reality bent around it. From a certain vantage point, although the ape had never moved, it was like it had just reached out and touched Goggles. And yet there was still the beam of red. It was something that those without enough strength couldn’t even fathom.

Despite the power disparity between Goggles and the ape, it only left a small hole in his head, one that didn’t even exit out the other side. It could only be said that this Crimson Clawed Ape’s Force control was on another level entirely.

Goggles collapsed to the ground, and Leonel didn’t seem to be surprised by the result at all.

He gave Cynthia a glance and then ignored her. Someone else would be coming to kill her. As for why Leonel wanted that, only he knew.

His glance, though, made it obvious to Cynthia that he had only aimed for her because he knew that Goggles would take action. Leonel didn’t even see it fit to take personal action against such a person.

As far as he was concerned, Goggles’ only use was for his own enlightenment, nothing more, nothing less.