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Dimensional Descent – Chapter 56 - Paris (6)

Chapter 56 - Paris (6)

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"Reimond!

" Nigelle's almost hysterical cry fell after time seemed to stop for a moment.

nBlinded by rage, he unleashed arrow after arrow toward Leonel. In his anger, his arrows violently expanded, becoming roaring flood dragons that snaked through the skies.

nLeonel didn't foolishly meet these strikes head-on. Clearly, Nigelle had forgotten about the overall situation when he attacked, lost in his emotions just now.

nWith swift movements, Leonel took several winding steps, dodging the powerful arrows with ease. Another person wouldn't be able to dodge the attacks such a great archer had launched from now even 30 meters away, but Leonel was different. He wasn't judging the trajectories of the arrows while they were in the air, he had already calculated where they would land the instant Nigelle released his bowstring.

nThe moment Leonel passed by the dragonic rain of arrows, a chorus of muffled booms and cries of pain sounded. He didn't need to look back to know that Nigelle's rash actions had affected Joan's men, even taking out two of them.

nLeonel chose to trust Aina. If he could quickly take out a second one of them, then the two could focus on taking down Joan without worries. At this point, the normal soldiers hadn't even dared to try and take part in a battle of this caliber. So, Leonel felt that he could directly ignore them, at least for now.

nUnfortunately, while he was on a tear toward Nigelle, the remnants of Reimond's knights stepped forward, their gazes red as they swung their weapons toward him. It was clear that they too cared for the man deeply.

nThere was a part of Leonel's heart that felt guilt. However, he could only push it down. He had already resolved himself to be part of this new world order. Killing and being the root cause of the pain of others was something he couldn't avoid. As long as he had a clear conscience toward his actions, he would continue to move forward.

nLeonel's gaze grew firm, holding his left arm as tightly against his body as he could, his spear snaked forward once more. Though he didn't use his Force, the power and speed behind his strikes wasn't something these normal human men could deal with. He was too fast, too agile, too strong.

nHis gaze flickered toward the distance and toward Nigelle's paling visage. It was clear that that last attack had taken a lot out of him.

nThe sound of spurting blood was almost akin to the gushing water of a pressurized hose. In the blink of an eye, Leonel had taken down three more, using the opening it created to shoot off toward Nigelle.

nJoan obviously didn't want such a thing to happen, but she didn't dare have her men turn their backs toward Aina who was currently holding eight of them back all on her own. The main issue was that as an archer, Nigelle had to be at a distance and was far from them from the very beginning. With them taking the vanguard and blocking the way, they had never considered the fact that he could ever be in danger.

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"Form up!

" Nigelle roared.

nRegardless, there were still hundreds of Englishmen between Leonel and him. This was more than enough to allow him to recover. He realized he had been too rash just now, even being the reason two of Joan's eight knights had fallen, a number that would have been greater if not for Joan's action, even more of them would have been wiped out.

nThe Englishmen shook in fear at this command. It was clearly just throwing away their lives to get involved in a war between gods, but they didn't dare disobey. What would happen to them if they enraged this god?

nLeonel's brow furrowed, if he really had to go through so many, not only would it defeat the purpose of why he chose to involve himself so early on, it would also give that archer far too much time.

nHis gaze flickered as he noticed a piece of the inner gate Aina had blasted apart with a kick earlier.

nWithout hesitation, he flicked the piece upward with a kick before snaking his spear forward in a familiar motion and allowing the broken piece of wood to fly forward and into the defensive line of Englishmen.

nThe English knights screamed out in terror and dodged to the sides, not daring to meet this attack head-on. Many even closed their eyes and fell to their knees in prayer, knowing they didn't have enough time to move out of the way.

nBy the time those knights realized that something was wrong, a strong wind had blown by them and Leonel had already left them behind.

nNigelle watched on in shock. Even when Leonel had appeared upon his archery tower and sliced his head from his neck, the grievance was clear in his eyes. He had really died due to such a petty trick.

nIt was simply impossible for Leonel to draw a Force Art so quickly. Force Arts needed a steady hand and precise movements. It was impossible to draw one on a plank of wood that was kicked up into the air. However, Leonel didn't need to. He just needed the English to believe he could.

nLeonel didn't pause for even a moment. Taking advantage of the wooden tower he stood in, he shot his spear downward and quickly etched out several Force Arts.

nHe didn't wait before jumping down, the tower behind him combusting into a meteoric rain of fire that forced the English to run in all directions. They didn't even have the chance to believe that maybe Leonel couldn't create those heaven defying fireballs any longer before he directly cut off that line of thought.

n'I'm reaching my limit.' Leonel thought, his jaw clenched tightly as he took advantage of the situation to rush back toward Aina.

nDrawing Force Art needed Force too. It was just that the amount was minuscule comparatively speaking, if your control was good, that is. With his obscenely high spirit stat, practically no one in the same range of abilities had better Force control than Leonel. This was why he could still draw them despite the situation of his left arm.

nHowever, even if it was a small amount, it was still an amount. If he tapped into his reserves anymore, he wouldn't have the strength he needed to suppress the chains any longer.

nLeonel didn't realize at this moment that the most dangerous of them hadn't been Reimond at all.

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Catalogue
Chapter 1 - Leonel Morales
Chapter 2 - Expendable Profession
Chapter 3 - The Game
Chapter 4 - Confrontation
Chapter 5 - The Incident
Chapter 6 - Changes
Chapter 7 - Spatial Tear
Chapter 8 - Awaken
Chapter 9 - Mayan Temple (1)
Chapter 10 - Mayan Temple (2)
Chapter 11 - Mayan Temple (3)
Chapter 12 - Mayan Temple (4)
Chapter 13 - Priest (1)
Chapter 14 - Priest (2)
Chapter 15 - Rewards (1)
Chapter 16 - Rewards (2)
Chapter 17 - Abilities
Chapter 18 - Journey
Chapter 19 - A-grade Invalid (1)
Chapter 20 - A-grade Invalids (2)
Chapter 21 - Tier 7 Black Zone
Chapter 22 - Village Attack
Chapter 23 - Leonel's Body
Chapter 24 - Cleanse
Chapter 25 - Conscience
Chapter 26 - Something's Wrong (1)
Chapter 27 - Something's Wrong (2)
Chapter 28 - Respect (1)
Chapter 29 - Respect (2)
Chapter 30 - Help Cleaning (1)
Chapter 31 - Help Cleaning (2)
Chapter 32 - Wish (1)
Chapter 33 - Wish (2)
Chapter 34 - Force
Chapter 35 - Goddess
Chapter 36 - Joan (1)
Chapter 37 - Joan (2)
Chapter 38 - Patay (1)
Chapter 39 - Patay (2)
Chapter 40 - Clue (1)
Chapter 41 - Clue (2)
Chapter 42 - Bishop (1)
Chapter 43 - Bishop (2)
Chapter 44 - Art (1)
Chapter 45 - Art (2)
Chapter 46 - Escape (1)
Chapter 47 - Escape (2)
Chapter 48 - Map
Chapter 49 - Resolve
Chapter 50 - Missions
Chapter 51 - Paris (1)
Chapter 52 - Paris (2)
Chapter 53 - Paris (3)
Chapter 54 - Paris (4)
Chapter 55 - Paris (5)
Chapter 56 - Paris (6)
Chapter 57 - Paris (7)
Chapter 58 - Paris (8)
Chapter 59 - Why
Chapter 60 - Stingy
Chapter 61 - Rewards (1)
Chapter 62 - Rewards (2)
Chapter 63 - Dream Sculpt
Chapter 64 - Tier 3
Chapter 65 - Fort
Chapter 66 - S-grade
Chapter 67 - Variant
Chapter 68 - Tier 6
Chapter 69 - Laid Bare
Chapter 70 - Unforgivable
Chapter 71 - Wreckage
Chapter 72 - Hellish Graveyard
Chapter 73 - Prank
Chapter 74 - Repentence
Chapter 75 - Fury
Chapter 76 - Fool
Chapter 77 - Wererat
Chapter 78 - Toys
Chapter 79 - How
Chapter 80 - Monocle
Chapter 81 - Spirit
Chapter 82 - Simulation
Chapter 83 - Tentacles
Chapter 84 - Megaleledonidae
Chapter 85 - Monster
Chapter 86 - Blue
Chapter 87 - Miles
Chapter 88 - Come
Chapter 89 - Delicacy
Chapter 90 - Tactical Units
Chapter 91 - Xinghai
Chapter 92 - Last Line
Chapter 93 - Little Fool
Chapter 94 - Leeches
Chapter 95 - Terrain
Chapter 96 - Sociopathic Hypocrite
Chapter 97 - Talk Too Much
Chapter 98 - Fawkes
Chapter 99 - Noah
Chapter 100 - Lab
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