Dimensional Descent

Leonel’s arrows curved through the skies and there was a bright smile on his face all of a sudden. IIe didn’t even use his greatest strength at first, as though he was trying to probe the limits of the Pluto first.

The reason the Time Force of the Pluto was useless against him was because he could see through time manipulation with ease with his Dream Force, a consequence, or rather benefit, of his Dream Force transcending the limits of space and touching upon time.

When that was paired with his absolute control over his body, hoping to confuse him or manipulate time around him would either require direct force or someone far stronger than these few.

The reason their friends couldn’t enter was that they were using their Time Force to bypass the protections of the Ascension Empire. But with Leonel in control of the world’s World Spirit and his Time Force compatible Dream Force...

If he didn’t want them to enter, they would either have to send a True God or wait outside patiently. One of the Pluto seemed to finally realize their situation. They had been lured here by Leonel on purpose as though he wanted to pick them off one by one.

He was either looking to replace quality with quantity by taking in their bones or he was hoping to lure the quality he was looking for here.

Either way, they had to fight here or they would die.

The moment they had this thought, a switch seemed to flip.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Leonel’s eyes lit up. This was it.

His arm suddenly became faster, a blur being left in the air as he met power with speed and quantity.

The power of the Pluto was so exaggerated that he could feel his bones rumbling even from a distance. Every arrow seemed connected to his heart, and every strike reverberated back to him in an endless feedback loop.

A Pluto suddenly vanished, crossing an impossible distance in a blink and appearing by Leonel’s side. He punched out, drilling forward with menace.

However, he found that although he was punching with his greatest might, his fist wasn’t getting any closer to Leonel. It was as though he had fallen into a quagmire, an endless quicksand in the middle of the air.

”I already told you. Your Time Force won’t work.

The man’s image vanished. When he appeared again, he was in the same spot he had originally been in.

He stumbled back as though he had swung at nothing but air, only to find a trio of arrows at his chest before he could even stabilize himself.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The arrows didn’t even break skin, but it felt like he had just been hit with a trio of sledgehammers. His heart did flips and his inner organs roared and rattled.

The echo of thunderous booms played across the skies as Leonel began to walk forward slowly.

One after another, he unleashed rain after rain of arrows. Every time the Pluto tried to slip free, they found themselves back where they first started, only to be battered by arrows once more.

By the third time it happened, they seemed to finally understand that their Time Force wasn’t working for reasons they couldn’t quite comprehend.

It was like every time they had the intention to use Time Force, they were cut off from the world around them and any action they committed to was reversed.

What they didn’t know was that Leonel’s Time Force was technically on a higher plane than their

Own.

His Time Force originated from his Dream Force, which rooted itself in the Second Dimension. Although the comprehension of these Pluto was already at the Life State, meaning they were at the Second Dimension at the very least as well, because they couldn’t as easily communicate with the Second Dimension as Leonel could, their control might as well have been stripped away.

The longer the battle went on, the more bored Leonel became, the excitement fading. After a while, he just shook his head.

He lowered his bow and waved his hand. At that moment, Elorin appeared.

”Have fun,” Leonel said, yawning.

He had come so excited, but these guys were the definition of foolish. They didn’t even try to find another method of getting around him.

Of course, part of the problem was that the World Spirit was helping Leonel. But that little guy was as overprotective as his mother. Even when he told it to not interfere, it didn’t listen.

So in that case, he might as well give Elorin an opportunity.

Elorin was confused at first, but when he saw the Pluto, his eyes couldn’t help but widen, his heart trembling.

The Fawkes still watching from a distance felt some solidarity with the young man. This was the normal reaction someone should have in the face of the Pluto. Calling them cowards and blaspheming their dead was something only someone like Leonel would even dare to do. However, Elorin quickly settled down, a silver machete appearing in his hand. It was a short blade, not even a foot and a half in length, but his aura solidified when he felt it, almost as though it was reassuring him.

BANG!

Elorin launched himself forward.

The Pluto split, two moving toward Leonel while the last moved to block Elorin.

However, to their astonishment, blades that seemed to transcend time appeared before each one of them. Elorin only slashed out once, but they were all blocked.

Elorin coughed up a mouthful of blood as he took a step back, the reverberating impact of three blocks sending him stumbling. However, he stabilized himself quickly, his aura growing.

Time Force experts... he had never fought one before. He wondered what he could learn in this battle.

Down below, Leonel had already stopped paying attention.

”Right, don’t you people need treasures Crafted? Line up!”

The Fawkes looked toward Leonel, not knowing what to say. Couldn’t this man do anything the normal way?