Dimensional Descent

Lui’Shae was sent stumbling several steps back, his wrists shuddering. It didn’t feel like he had collided against a wall of Force. It felt more like he had just run into an impenetrable universe.

When he felt Leonel look back at him, he felt a cold chill that spiraled down to the very depths of his soul. It didn’t feel like he was looking at a normal human boy at all.

Lui’Shae was already the size of a planet. He towered so far above the Idol Battlefield that he seemed to have a battlefield on his person itself.

By comparison, Leonel was only a fraction of his size, not even enough to count as a pebble to him. However, for some reason...

He felt so very small right now.

Like he was the insignificant being.

BANG!

Leonel’s spear only flickered once and a hole the size of a moon was torn through Lui’Shae’s body.

”A shame. If you were more patient, maybe you would have lived a little longer. At the very least, you should have attacked me with everything, but just like the rest of the God Races... you’re far too arrogant.

”Haven’t you realized which among us is the ant yet?”

Leonel’s spear shot upward and Lui’Shae was torn in two, the halves of his body coming tumbling down in two pieces.

Standing above the carnage, Leonel rested his spear on his shoulder and reached out a hand.

Lui’Shae’s enormous scythe landed in his hand. Despite all the pressure Leonel was putting into an infinitely small section of it in order to hold it up, that scythe didn’t show any signs of wavering at all.

Then, Leonel carelessly tossed the scythe to Tolliver who swallowed it up with just as much vigor.

The world fell silent for a moment before the infuriated Void Race members charged. Their bodies weren’t nearly as large as Lui’Shae’s, but it hardly seemed to make a difference at all. If anything, they only suffered more for it.

By the time they realized that their Void Race should have had shocking healing capabilities, but they weren’t even able to save themselves from a single one of Leonel’s spear strikes, it was too late.

The first time Leonel met the Void Race, they had been able to sacrifice the galaxies in their bodies to heal even from lethal injuries. Having their heads split shouldn’t have been the end of the road for them...

But when they were facing off against Leonel, it might as well have been.

Before Leonel’s spear... they didn’t have the right to heal themselves. Before a

Sovereign of Creation, why would they believe that they could be in control of their own lives?

SSKKKRRROOOOOARRRRR!

Tolliver’s rampage only became more wild until it suddenly couldn’t hold back anymore, leaping onto the Bow monument.

The Idol Battlefield began to shake from its very foundations. However, Leonel didn’t even look back as though he didn’t notice what was happening.

”What? You’ve all turned coward now?”

The last of the Void Race fell and it was like no one on the Idol Battlefield had the capacity to speak or think properly anymore.

These weren’t weak existences. The Void Race had held back on a lot of the geniuses they sent, only sending one supreme genius and a bunch of lower-tier geniuses after the fact, but this was still a race of people who were vying with the Pluto for supremacy.

On average, they might not be as strong as the Pluto... but they weren’t too far off either.

And yet they were treated like ants, torn and shredded apart as though they might as well have not existed at all.

And now the man who had done so stood there, taunting and goading them, sneering down at them from above.

A Human... a normal Human...

”Since that’s the case... [Arise]”

Leonel’s gaze flashed and an overwhelming Dream Force poured out from him, overflowing into the world in a tidal wave.

The Sylvans and Void Race members that had collapsed began to have their spirits forcefully ripped out of them.

At first, there were strong protections that descended from above, but with a single sneer from Leonel, they shattered to pieces, falling in a rain.

At this point... there were only two existences that Leonel would give even a sliver of a chance of having Dream Force on the same level as himself...

His grandfather and the Demoness.

There was no third.

No matter what protections these people had.

It was worthless to him.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The restrictions shattered one after another and they were forcefully resurrected just as fast.

They quickly fell to a knee, crossing their arms across their chests and lowering their heads toward Leonel.

”MY KING!”

Their combined voices shook the Idol Battlefield. The skies overturned and a royal crest that looked eerily similar to Leonel’s Dharma appeared before each and every one of their foreheads.

The sight of dozens of violet figures kneeling to one man didn’t seem like it should have shaken them to their cores. But when one realized that each one of these individuals was a genius amongst geniuses, an existence that would hold up a piece of the skies all on their own in the future...

It was something that hit a completely different place in their hearts.

And to make it worse...

Leonel didn’t even care to use them. It was as though he was bored and wanted to stretch out his own legs for once, as though he was here to take a stroll and had no desire to have someone else drive the carriage for him.

At that very moment, two Beastmen appeared before Leonel... one of them was Vaelgor, a white tiger Beastman wielding an enormous white sword...

And the second was Azhgar, the sole owner of the Claw Force monument. It seemed that the dragon Beastman had succeeded in doing what he set out to do, carving out a new path for him.