Dimensional Descent

Leonel was truly infuriated this time.

He hadn’t come here for fun. He had come here because he had no other choice. He was here for no other reason than to give his family a chance to continue to live a life of peace and leisure; he was here to give himself a chance to truly leave the shadow of the Demoness’ schemes.

Anyone who stood in that way, even if it was an ancient existence that had lived since time immemorial, would feel his wrath.

He grabbed at the air, and a spear formed of Spear Force and his Scarlet Star Force took shape.

He already realized that he wouldn’t be able to pull out a real weapon. At the very least, this time, it wasn’t because he was being targeted, but rather a true part of the first leg of this trial.

However, he had long since not needed such a thing.

His spear grew to three meters long and carried a wild sort of flexibility to it. In practically anyone else’s hands, the blade wouldn’t even stay steady. And yet, in Leonel’s…

Leonel swiped out once, and another rain of arrows was shattered apart.

He kicked out, and the monkey that had been forced to stumble back beneath his aura had its head explode into a rain of gore.

His spear swept out, knocking back another charging mass of monkeys before his strikes suddenly became deadly and shockingly precise.

He took a step and began to pierce out. Every time he acted, the tip of the vibrating spear would seem to flash uncontrollably, wobbling so vigorously that it should have been completely out of his control.

And yet, it struck true every single time.

Throats were ripped apart, heads were split in two, hearts were punctured…

Every strike was lethal beyond belief and precise beyond measure.

The wobbling of the spear only became an asset rather than a detriment. The monkeys didn’t know how to dodge because it moved so unpredictably.

Leonel countered their erratic movement with erratic movement of his own, moving with such sharpness and fluidity that he seemed to have forgotten to heal himself.

The pain was like a tonic to him, tempering his fury and forcing him to calm down. If he didn’t, he would raze this entire forest to the ground.

He felt agitated, his heart thrumming with a pressure that suppressed all things in his surroundings.

In one part, he knew that it was because of the actions of the World Spirit-Regulator. And on the other, he knew that it was because he could feel his lives converging all at once, all of those failures coming to a head.

He could feel the frustration of several lives stacking onto one another, pulling against their puppet strings in unison until they realized that maybe their lives had never been their own to control in the first place.

Leonel’s aura flared to another level, and his power erupted.

’Die. Die. Die.’

SHUU! SHUU! SHUU!

The forest was filled with a rain of Spear Force. It curved around trees and branches, curling down from the skies and up from the earth.

There didn’t even seem to be a rhyme or reason to it. It was like Leonel was just targeting the monkeys that were the most displeasing to the eye at the time.

But those paying attention would see that he was attacking in the same order that they had attacked him. And when he caught up with that order, he attacked in order of the next one to have the intention of attacking him.

He was shredding them apart with the ease of a lion among newborns, and somehow, his fury only seemed to be climbing.

Smoke came from the bottoms of his feet, and the smolder only increased out of the corner of his eyes.

He ripped everything in his path apart, and from a bird’s eye view, his Absolute Domain seemed to cover an entire ten kilometers.

It was said that the spear was the king of the battlefield, a weapon of control within a medium range, the kind of weapon a General would wield to charge ahead of his army and protect them from behind.

This Absolute Domain was something that Leonel had long since cultivated and concentrated into the very edge of his blade.

However, as with all things in this world, there seemed to be a cycle to it all.

First he formed his Domain, then he concentrated it to the edge of his blade, and then just the tip, and then suddenly…

It exploded forth in a blooming range much larger than anything it had ever displayed before. One would have thought that Leonel was wielding a bow instead of a spear, and maybe that was the case.

Some of his Bow Force seemed to leak, and his sharp Spear Force became even more incisive and more controlled.

SHUU! SHUU! SHUU!

CRUNCH.

Leonel stamped down and shattered the head of a monkey; he hadn’t bothered to attack with his spear, his attacks coming in a faster and faster rain as though he still wasn’t satisfied with the carnage that he was unleashing.

He roared, and his crown flared. At that moment, the slow Weapon Force in the air was ripped back from the Idol Battlefield’s control and into Leonel’s.

The Forces flooded into his body, and his injuries began to heal at the speed of the naked eye.

His strength skyrocketed, and his spear only became faster.

Dozens died with every step forward he took, his spear moving almost like a whip as it wobbled in his hands.

PUCHI! PUCHI! PUCHI!

Suddenly, Leonel’s spear came to a stop. There was nothing else around him, and the only sound was that of his wobbling spear and his almost dragon-like breathing.

The leaves rustled wildly beneath the force of his breath, and the clouds high above shook in agitation.

He slowly lowered his spear, not the slightest hint of blood drizzling from it.