Dimensional Descent

3110  Create His Own

Leonel stood on the shore of a seemingly endless sea, watching as the palace of the Sea Gods slowly sank into its depths.

This ocean was within the Segmented Cube and he had already displaced them all. In fact, he had also brought out all the Oryx within that world as well. These Oryx would add a substantial amount to his current Oryx population and likewise give Elthor the army he had always wanted to command.

As he watched this scene, his thoughts churned and became more and more difficult to read.

Wise Sea Order. It was the missing piece to his Dream Force that had allowed him to make so much progress in such a short time.

In a lot of ways, Wise Sea Order was to his Wise Star Order what his Creation Sovereignties were to one another. Or what his Destruction Sovereignties were to one another for that matter.

To make a complicated matter simple, they fed off of one another and formed a cycle. One allowed him great understanding of the Stars and the other allowed him great understanding of the Earth. Together, they gave him a holistic grasp of the world that few could match.

Of course, this didn’t refer to the Star and Earth in the normal sense. Rather, they referred to Stars as the representation of the Impetus of Life, and the Earth as the representation of the sustainer of Life.

Without the Stars, no worlds would ever be born.

Without Earth, no worlds would ever be sustained.

Wise Sea Order represented the latter, and this was why it had seemed like the Sea Gods could see the future. Or rather, why their Sea Goddess had seemed to have such abilities.

Outside of the Sea Goddess, though, the other Sea Gods were very interesting because they had a bit of a problem.

The type of water they had the greatest control over was salted water, pumped full of minerals. In fact, normal fresh water was more likely to make them weaker than not.

Due to this great weakness, they had to terraform most of the lands they sought to conquer. And technically speaking…

Cleansing Waters were the ultimate fresh water source. By having them move here, it even seemed like Leonel was taking a roundabout method to killing them all.

However, he continued to stand there undaunted. Even when the screams of the Sea Gods began to stir, he used Anastasia’s power to keep them sealed down below.

Then, he walked away.

If they could leap over this hurdle…

Good.

If not…

They would have been useless to him anyway.

If things worked out as he expected, he wouldn’t need to reforge their foundations at all because the Cleansing Waters would have done it for him.

Soon, he would either have billions of dead Sea Gods on his hands.

Or…

The strongest naval army in the world.

There were many types of Races across the world, but there were no overlords of Water Force.

The reason for that was obvious. Force didn’t usually diffuse well in the oceans, and it was anchored by Earth, not water. That meant that many Races that started off in the oceans either transported themselves to land at some point in their evolutions or their progress stalled.

The most powerful existences of Water Force tended to either be born with an Ability Index or Innate Node serendipitously, or they were brainless oceanic beasts without much room for evolution.

The golden koi fish was a good example of this. There was a reason it was so obsessed with attacking land; it had wanted to leave the waters and continue its evolution elsewhere.

As for the tentacle womb, it wouldn’t have been able to even begin showing its full potential unless Leonel started to help it evolve.

Of course, these two creatures were also things that Leonel had ignored for a long while now. But since he was taking such steps…

It was about time they entered the fold once more.

He appeared in a certain space and the sound of rattling chains echoed.

“Let me go, you son of a bitch!”

By this point, Somnus, Flaura’s brother and Dream Asura, couldn’t keep his composure any longer.

He had been continuously bled for the last month, and it now seemed that Leonel didn’t care whether he lived or died.

“Don’t be like that,” Leonel said with a smile. “You’re about to be the foundation of my army of Dream Force masters. Shouldn’t you be happy? What’s with the long face?”

Somnus shuddered.

Over the time he knew Leonel, the latter had only become more and more like a Dream Asura… and that was only bad news for him.

“Dammit! I can help you capture other Dream Asuras! Why me!”

Leonel blinked as though he was really considering it. It gave Somnus a small light of hope before it came crashing down.

“You’re the most useful, unfortunately, because your blood is the most compatible with your sister’s corpse.”

Somnus shuddered from head to toe, goosebumps flying across his skin.

What he didn’t know was that Leonel’s plans were far more sinister than just this alone.

He was about to push the Tentacle Womb to its very limits and it might not even survive the process.

Well… actually, his wife was handling all of this. He didn’t know nearly enough about Blood Force or dissecting corpses, but ever since the first time she had done the latter, Aina had been looking for an opportunity to do it again.

And now she had it.

She had two Dream Asuras and dozens of Envoys of Destruction as a foundation.

Now, they had practically unlimited resources and Leonel was in need of an army that could at least somewhat keep up with his Dream Force.

Dream Force users were too rare, and unless he planned to snatch up the Fawkes Empire right here and now, he had no easy way to get them.

So…

He would have to create his own.

Since the Demoness had managed to use his Dream Asura Blood as a foundation for all of her shenanigans, he would just take a play out of her playbook…

And create an army of Destruction Asuras.

Leonel turned and left, leaving the rest to his wife and not particularly caring whether she succeeded or not… because in the end, unless he was powerful enough, none of this would make a single lick of difference.

Leonel waved a hand and a spear appeared. He swung it casually a few times, leaving long trenches in the land with the air pressure alone.

What was the most efficient way for him to reach the level he needed to?