Dimensional Descent

 Inferiority

Leonel could feel his blood boiling for some reason.

Although he continued to sit there in silence, there was a violent sort of pressure radiating out from him. Other than Jo'Anes, who continued to kneel before him, everyone else felt themselves shivering from head to toe.

For a moment, they thought they were in the presence of Gervaise and not his grandson... somehow, their momentum felt practically the same in volume and strength.

Leonel, however, wasn't paying attention to his Fawkes family at all. Instead, still reclining, his head was angled to the skies almost as though he was cloud gazing.

The roof of the factory had already been shredded apart and much of the factory was a mess due to the clash between him and Jo'Anes. And yet, he seemed to be perfectly at home.

Three Pluto appeared from different directions, each one using their powerful bodies to step through the stream of time and shatter the formations that would have otherwise bound them. One was in the Seventh Dimension, and the two remaining were in the Eighth.

Their expressions were hard to read, but their auras carried their fury. Leonel could easily see through it with his Dream Force control.

In the same instant, they all locked onto Leonel. When they saw a member of their race kneeling before someone else, their minds almost exploded with shock and abject rage.

Leonel slowly stood. With a wave of his hand, a bow appeared.

"Don't ruin my fun!" Leonel said casually as the Fawkes seemed to be about to interfere. But in reality, he was speaking to Jo'Anes, who had begun to stand in order to protect his King.

What made the Fawkes' methods so shocking compared to other necromancy-like abilities was the intelligence of the summon. They carried all the skills, talent, and smarts they had when they were alive. There was only one thing that changed...

Their absolute loyalty.

Leonel rose into the skies, his Lacvis Bow trembling somewhat with excitement. It seemed to have completely forgotten that it had a family to serve. After the first time Leonel had used it, it had been itching for more.

How long had it been since the full extent of its power was used?

"How-"

The rumbling cadence of the Pluto's language began before it was ruthlessly cut out.

"Save it," Leonel said.

He didn't bother to speak the Pluto's language, although he was more than capable of doing so now. "You three came here to kill me, right? I want to see if all Pluto are so pathetic!"

"I'm sorry for my inferiority, master!" Jo'Anes lowered his head even further as though Leonel was scolding him.

The eyes of the three Pluto practically popped out of their sockets when they saw this. Veins bulged across their bodies and their shocking bodily prowess caused space to twist and whine.

The fact that such a thing was possible in the God Realm went to show just how shocking their body strength was.

"Honestly speaking, Leonel continued as though he hadn't heard Jo'Anes at all, "I need the bones of a Ninth Dimensional Pluto. But I doubt any of you would come, right? They're probably busy fighting the Void Race right about now..."

The Sylvan Heart of a True God was only one aspect of his Divine Armor. He just didn't expect that Plutos would come to him so soon.

In reality, he had actually planned to use the bones of a God Beast instead. But he felt that this worked even better.

"Say, you," Leonel called out.

"Yes, master!"

"Why do the Pluto owe the Fawkes a favor? I've always been curious!

"Because-.

"Jo'Anes! Have you no shame?!"

"-the Fawkes are the reason we were able to grasp Time Force and become a God Race! "Oh?" Leonel blinked, finding this a bit surprising. So you all came to attack your benefactors?" "The debt has long since been repaid, one of the Eighth Dimensional Pluto growled. Leonel began to laugh, its cadence booming across the skies with even more vigor and shocking radiance than the language of the Pluto.

It became clear to them in an instant that if Leonel wanted, he could easily speak their language. In fact, he could speak a language far more shocking than that... the language of Existence itself.

When he spoke, the world listened.

"You have the reasoning of a five-year-old child. What was your method of repaying the Fawkes? Giving them an Incomplete World? And standing on the sidelines while everyone attacked them? Do you think any one of these things is actually valuable?'

"Do you know-?!"

"How valuable an Incomplete World with such potential is? Is that what you wanted to say? I can find another within three days. I have one in my body right now. You're apparently the strongest Race in Existence and that was the best you could do?"

Leonel raised his bow.

"I've realized for a while now that your Pluto Race isn't so impressive. You three have been standing there, so infuriated and enraged, and yet neither one of you has dared to attack just yet. Are you waiting? Hoping that more Pluto will arrive?

"Didn't I tell you that your Time Force is useless to me? You three were able to enter because I allowed you to. The backup you're waiting for will only arrive after you're dead. So how about we have some fun?"

The bow trembled as Leonel pulled its string back.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Suddenly, with a single pluck, a rain of arrows shot through the skies.

In the far-off distance, Honey watched with a fierce glow in her eyes. She hadn't known that Leonel was also a bow expert. The moment she saw him with a bow in his hands, she felt as though her entire world was being overturned.

Could such a powerful bowman appear in this world?

And that was all before he even fired a single shot.

The moment he did that, her gaze lost focus.