Dimensional Descent

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Leonel's spear became akin to a reaper's scythe. The Anarchic Force beneath him churned, and that was when a shocking sight began to take place.

A cancerous golden energy spread out from Leonel, pouring into the thick black waters and turning it golden as well.

The dark gold liquid rose up, rotating around Leonel's body as it was pulled into his Spear Dance.

Suddenly, his attacking strength reached a new level entirely.

TSS! TSS! TSS! TSS! TSS!

Spiraling tendrils of sharp dark gold liquid danced around Leonel's blade and suddenly his range of attack skyrocketed.

"ANOTHER GOD! ANOTHER GOD!"

Leonel filtered out their words, the malevolence in his gaze reaching a new level. Every bit of rage he had pent up in his heart poured out at once.

He flickered and vanished, appearing before an Adurna commander. His Spear swept out once and the waters beneath the latter's feet reacted, tearing him to shreds.

Leonel vanished once again, taking a step and becoming nothing more than a beam of golden light.

Rip. Shred. Tear.

His spear seemed to be both everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Existences that had long entered the Ninth Dimension couldn't withstand even a single strike, making their supposed God Constitutions look like nothing more than a joke.

He spun in the air, a rippling Absolute Domain jetting out from the tip of his spear to his body.

The fragmented laws of the Inbetween World responded in kind, being forcefully pressed together to form chaotic pools of Spear Force.

Again. Again. Again.

Blood rained around Leonel, falling in a sprinkle that was far too gentle for the violence of his actions, but this was the inevitable result when his enemies were being blasted into a mist one after another.

"TOGETHER!"

The Commanders of the Adurna seemed to finally realize that running wasn't going to work. If they wanted to change the situation, the only way forward was going to be to swarm Leonel themselves.

Several powerful auras converged. Until now, no one seemed to have realized just who Leonel was… and Leonel had no intention of telling them.

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Leonel's power seemed to multiply several times over, the thrumming of his heart growing more violent as golden red flames began to coat the dark gold tendril of Anarchic Force.

DUDOOM. DUDOOM. DUDOOM.

His chest began to shine and his veins lit up across his body. Large swarms of liquified Anarchic Force charged, following his will.

Anarchic Force should have swallowed up all his Force, but for some reason, it bowed to Leonel's will, moving along with his intention and adding a particularly chaotic essence to his Force instead of hindering it.

What no one remembered was that the core of Leonel's constitutions might have disappeared, weakening or even rendering useless most of his former talents… but there were some things that couldn't be so easily removed, especially when they were built based on comprehension in the first place.

With the Void Beasts officially gone, and the Primordial Terror dead…

It could be said that the only true Destruction Beast remaining in this world was Leonel Morales himself… and maybe his little mink companion.

Leonel's roar shattered apart their formations, their hearts sinking to the bottom. But he was nothing short of a killing machine. There was no sympathy in his eyes, no path to mercy, no thought of the value of life and sanctity of kindness.

His spear descended again and again, relentless and suffocating.

The despair of the Adurna had long since settled in. Many didn't even want to fight anymore, falling to their knees and crying out in despair.

They didn't even notice that it was Leonel's Dream Force suffocating them. A true Demon had awoken, and it was triggered ironically because his Demon Bloodline was taken away.

At that moment, Leonel didn't look like a normal human boy to them. He looked like a giant who held the skies up with his demonic horns and solidified the murky ground with his furious stomps.

A misty blood hung around Leonel, and under everyone's eyes, more shocking things continued to occur.

The Blood Force and Life Force were shredded apart into their component laws, and then these laws reformed, creating the Spear Force that Leonel needed.

He grinded his enemies down, ripping them apart into the fundamental laws of nature, and then reconstructing them into the energy he needed to kill more of their companions.

At some point, Leonel's brothers and the Ascension Empire had stopped fighting entirely. Some of them felt real fear, not even knowing who Leonel was. But this sort of cruelty…

Did even they hate the Four Great Families so much?

It wasn't just this. The main problem was… how was he doing this?

This level of application of Creation and Destruction was simply something they had never seen before. It didn't seem to matter what kind of Force it was, Leonel was able to turn it into what he needed.

His stamina seemed endless and his power was heart shuddering… No, it wasn't even that his power was so great. In fact, he didn't even seem like he was nearly the strongest person on the battlefield.

It was instead that he was far too sharp, far too skilled, far too capable.

Even after the battle was won, he simply wasn't satisfied. He killed, and he killed, and he killed… and maybe the most heart shuddering part was that his expression hardly changed. His eyes radiated a cool violent color that seemed to be looking down on the battlefield from an indifferent third-party perspective, as though he wasn't the one doing the killing at all.

These indifferent eyes could see everything and yet felt nothing at all.

Leonel stood over the last member of the army at some unknown point, staring down at the kneeling, listless man with a gaze that penetrated into his very soul.

The man seemed to finally realize that Leonel was standing above him and he looked up with a pleading expression, but he was met with a swift blade.