Dimensional Descent

Leonel looked at them and their twitching noses. He could tell that they could smell the death of their people on him. He didn’t know how their sense of smell worked, nor did he particularly care. It was an ability that he had no intention of using, nor did he feel the need to circumvent it.

Maybe in the past, he might have cared enough to find a way to supersede it because he would have to spend more time running away from these God Races than actually fighting them.

But right now...

What did he have to fear?

”Coming to throw your lives away like everyone else... not very smart. You aren’t helping the stereotypes,” Leonel said indifferently.

Azhgar grinned a toothy, draconic grin.

”If I don’t step out, you Humans might actually think you run the place.”

Vaclgor didn’t say anything, but his battle intent was much the same.

It was clear to Leonel that the more powerful he was, the more likely the Beastmen would be to step out. This battle-hungry Race wanted for nothing more than blood and carnage.

Leonel didn’t have to point his spear at them for them to take action; they would have done so anyway.

”You know...” Leonel said, taking a step forward until he was so close to them that their shadows swallowed him up.

The two Beastmen were easily over four meters tall, and comparatively speaking, after losing his Dream Asura Blood, Leonel wasn’t even half of that height.

Right now, it looked as though they could reach down and pinch him to death while Leonel himself had to crane his neck vertically just to look them in the eye.

”... My Divine Armor is missing a few beast pelts. How about you help me out with that?”

Vaclgor, who had been silent all the while, suddenly grinned as well. In fact, when he lost control of his bloodlust, he seemed even more wild than Azhgar, a wild fluctuation of spatial energies surging around him.

It all then happened too fast. The white blade was already right above Leonel’s head, ready to pierce down and split his body in two.

However, at that moment, Leonel’s spear, which had been resting on his shoulder, magically appeared between himself and the blade.

BANG!

The air exploded outward and reality almost collapsed in on itself.

A surge of pressurized air caused Leonel’s robes to flutter wildly.

”Mm, decent.” Leonel said indifferently.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Vaelgor unleashed a barrage before Azhgar appeared to Leonel’s back, swiping down with a vicious claw that tore the world into six segments.

Leonel’s wrist flexed and Vaclgor’s heavy sword felt as though it had just fallen onto a bed of clouds. The white tiger Beastman had been ready for yet another fierce rebound and was caught off guard.

The Beastmen weren’t a Race that spent a lot of time with weapons to begin with. In this regard, they were a lot like the Pluto, except for the fact the Pluto at least dabbled in close combat methods and controlled Weapon Forces like Fist Force and the like.

But Beastmen didn’t even usually have that much.

This showed the moment the two began to attack. They had a wildness to them that was completely different from the usual systematic methods of Weapon Force users.

And that actually benefited them.

Leonel couldn’t see through them in an instant, so they ended up weaving through the skies until he found an opening.

Vaelgor found himself off balance as Leonel took a step to the side, flicking his spear upward.

The white great sword met Azhgar’s claw and the two Beastmen were repelled apart by their own strength.

Leonel’s figure flickered and he appeared before Vaclgor in an instant of time.

The Beastman hurriedly spun around and slashed out with his sword and tail at the same time, both wreathed in a blackened energy.

CHI!

Vaelgor was stunned to feel one of his own legs go limp. He looked down to find that Leonel, who he thought was behind him, was actually to his side, piercing into his leg and tearing its tendons apart. Suddenly, he felt even more off balance in the air.

CHI! CHI! CHI!

Leonel’s spear strikes accelerated. As though he was toying with a child, his spear marks were left all across Vaelgor’s body, and by the time Azhgar was back in the picture, the white tiger was already littered with wounds.

Leonel’s arm struck backward, sending Azhgar flying once again, before he focused on

Vaelgor once more.

”I’m still waiting for you to show me the supremacy of your Beastman Race. Patiently waiting. You should be quite honored. Usually, I’m not willing to be so giving.”

Vaelgor didn’t respond. Or, rather, he couldn’t respond. At some unknown time,

Leonel’s spear had even cut his tongue out.

”Daddy’s kind of mean.” Leah said softly, tugging on her mom’s hand.

Aina couldn’t help but chuckle.

”Leah! Mean isn’t the word you’re looking for!” Leonel shouted from a distance. ”Cool. That’s the word. Your daddy’s very cool!”

Leah giggled, but seemed to have no intention of correcting herself.

As expected of a pair of toddlers born into a river of blood, Leo and Leah didn’t seem

to care about the bloodshed at all. Somehow, they felt that it was perfectly normal for

their father to be a mass murderer.

”Yes! Dad’s very cool!” Leo said.

”Atta boy.”

”Can I have that big sword?” Leo asked with a burning desire in his eyes.

Leonel almost coughed out his first mouthful of blood. Was this the real reason his kid

was complimenting him? Where was the shame?

”You can use a sword when you can beat me with a spear.”

”That’s not fair!”

”You know what else isn’t fair? Being born with a Spear Force Innate Node. If you can’t

do that, what good are you?”

Leo grit his teeth and seemed to want to run out onto the battlefield with his tiny little legs already just to prove his father wrong.