Dimensional Descent
chapter-3018

Leonel swung his spear down just a single time and the world roared. He barely had to put much effort in at all. The Pillars of Truth were the closest thing to all-encompassing Idols. They worked by reading the laws of the world and capitalizing on them to read the potential of the treasures in front of them.

As such, the Pillars of Truth were Regulators in some senses and a Force of their own in others.

They weren't quite like the weapons of the Four Great Families and they weren't designed to be weapons in the first place. But…

They were close enough.

Leonel's Crafting skill was on display for the world to see. If he had had a few days… no, even a few hours, just how many runes would have lit up? How much more powerful would the spear he was wielding be?

And yet, in just a few seconds…

BOOM!

The beams of light shattered apart. Those with sharp vision could see that it had almost nothing to do with Leonel's strength. It was like the laws of the world had acted on their own, shredding it apart.

These people had surely overestimated Leonel. He hadn't just thought of this on the spot. He had had this design in mind for a long time already, but he was missing the pieces he needed.

Who knew that Willowyn would deliver them to him with open arms?

The golden key's ability to stabilize and form a world of its own was exactly the bridge connection the Pillars of Truth needed to go from treasures that just read the laws to treasures that acted with and controlled the laws.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The destructive laws rushed along the beams and back toward the battleships. They thrummed and shook before flames erupted across their bodies.

Screams filled the skies and the Four Great Families were filled with horror as they witnessed a massacre.

But Leonel had already turned his attention away from them, his gaze looking down and across to meet the deep brown gaze of the Primordial Terror.

Leonel had known from the very beginning that unless this Primordial Terror was dealt with, there would be no peace today. He could kill as much as he wanted, he could devastate the Four Great Families and the Gods that followed along with this farce. But unless the head of this turtle was put into a jar…

It would all be for naught.

He had brought out everything he had. Every fleeting thought, every sudden plot, every inch of his brain power had been poured into this moment.

Right now, this was the absolute greatest strength that he could pull out on such short notice. He simply had nothing more to give.

If this wasn't enough, he would have lied to his wife and in the end… they might truly have to die together.

He would never allow that.

Leonel's gaze turned subtly to the struggling Nana. Blood poured out from her orifices, but she had a stubborn look in her blue eyes.

He turned toward his brothers. They were still fighting a bloody battle below. They were broken and torn, but they stood their ground, and with the support of Drake's sniper rifle to their back, they were mowing down the enemies below. Their teamwork was simply seamless.

He looked toward his wife. She had a foot pressed down on Evergreen's chest, having minced it into nothing more than a pile of flesh. Her battle ax fell and the head of a God flew into the skies.

Aina seemed to sense his gaze and she looked up as well. The blood of Gods covered her from head to toe, her hair forming a long river of crimson that skeletons continuously climbed out of, unleashing unholy hell onto the surroundings.

And yet, when she gave him a light smile, it seemed as though everything else had faded away. She had a touch of beauty to her that no other woman he had ever seen could match up to. He didn't care what anyone else said. She was the most gorgeous woman in the world.

A crown of violet appeared above Leonel's head and his aura flared.

BOOM!

His Dream Force transcended, moving from the Higher Creation State to the Peak.

Gorgeous violet winds, motes of light, and butterflies fluttered around him.

"I guess I was wrong. I do have more to give."

Leonel's Innate Nodes thrummed and Tolliver formed an enormous pair of silver-gold wings to his back.

Blackstar morphed and changed, becoming an enormous Void Beast.

ROAR!

Dense darkness matched with peerless light as Leonel raised a spear.

He, himself, looked incorporeal, as though motes of gold light had come together to form him.

Blackstar's roar seemed to have completely shed the last bits of his childish innocence.

"Die."

Leonel's voice rumbled, carrying the cadence of the world. The power of Alexandre's Ability Index shook the world.

It was just a single word but it carried everything that Leonel had in him.

In a single bound, he appeared before the Primordial Terror and slashed down. He gave it everything he had and he would never give it anything less in a battle of this caliber.

This thing was the root of all the evil in the world, it was the root of every horrible thing that he had experienced in his life, it was the reason that the world would inevitably come to an end.

It was the reason his uncle was nowhere to be seen, the reason his father had died, the reason his wife had been so heavily injured.

It was the reason he had once almost lost his mind, the reason his life was nothing but fighting and bloodshed, the reason he couldn't start a family with his wife.

The violet winds blew even harsher around Leonel, crashing wills of Creation and Destruction forming a contradictory storm.

"So it's you," the Primordial Terror suddenly spoke and the world lost its momentum as though it had just been erased. "That makes things easy, then."

Leonel couldn't react.

The spear he had just created was shattered into a rain of pieces. The treasure of the Minerva could stand up to a single blow, and neither could he.

His figure was blown back, the motes of light shattering and the violet winds dispersing as though they had never been there.

Finally, his crown winked out of existence.