Dimensional Descent

My Little Friend

The battlefield was truly a chaotic one.

Elysium roared with devilish intent, his sword and golden wings slashing and clawing through reality as he faced off against a behemoth of a God.

The Void Race figure he was facing was a true monster, an existence of the Eighth Dimension who was mighty beyond compare.

It was said that the true strength of the Void Race's methods wouldn't be able to be seen until they reached the Seventh Dimension, and this much was true. Until this point, their bodies were too frail, and as such, quite comparable to humans in size. At most, they might be three or four meters in size. But compared to their Ancestors who were as large as galaxies and had eyes as large as quadrants, they were far inferior.

These limitations began to be shed the moment they entered the Seventh Dimension, and usually, quite straightforwardly, one could tell the strength of a Void Race member purely by looking at their size.

Before the Seventh Dimension, all of the power of the universes they had swallowed was suppressed and could only be released incrementally. However, as they shed this weakness and grew in size, they would exhibit more and more of this power in singular bursts.

When they grew to the size where they could swallow Incomplete Worlds with an open maw, and crush worlds with a single breath, one would know that they were true, unbridled monsters.

Mir'Kael was one such existence. Although he was far from swallowing worlds, his size couldn't be compared to the others.

As for the army he led, there were several Void Race members with sizes upwards of 20 meters, and each one of their actions, and every swing of a scythe, seemed capable of bringing the world down to their knees.

Mir'Kael was a little taken aback that Elysium could fight him head-on at all, but what was more surprising than that was the fact the Owlans were also holding their own. It seemed that these existences had hidden far more deeply than he could have ever guessed.

What was interesting was that this wasn't the last of the surprises either. That was because he could tell that not just Elysium, but all the others were just barely on the verge of becoming true Gods. If they could just step onto the God Realm, they would truly take that step.

This wasn't just a matter of forming an Idol, but a change in Constitution from its very foundation. It was hard to tell which was more impressive, but they both had about the same level of difficulty... though of different kinds.

Forming an Idol required a great amount of comprehension, while changing one's Constitution required a great amount of resources, luck, and talent.

But this Elysium seemed to be on the verge of forming a Dharma, and he was likewise on the verge of forming a God Constitution. They were certainly a great danger.

Mir'Kael sneered. Unfortunately for them, they would never get such a chance.

Mir'Kael had only just sneered when his expression changed.

The skies exploded and a fissure that looked like broken glass and dreams descended from above. Out from it, a group of ten stepped out.

Almost immediately, everyone recognized the person in the center, but it was Drake who had all the eyes pulled to him. As people that were either Gods or close to it, it was impossible for them to not notice.

A God. A True God. A True Idol. Had descended.

Leonel grinned. He pulled out his pair of desert eagles and his momentum surged.

The sound of guns being unholstered and safeties being pinned back echoed as the battlefield seemed to fall into silence.

"Let's show them what us Earthling boys are capable of," Leonel said.

He had barely gotten the words out when Milan roared.

"SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND."

A rain of golden bullets fell from the skies, coated in powerful shielding energy. They ripped through formations as though they weren't there and killed the seemingly unkillable.

Joel sighed. "How embarrassing."

Arnold shook his head.

"We really can't take this guy anywhere," Raj sighed as well.

Leonel's laughter boomed through the skies and he suddenly vanished.

He appeared amidst the army of Void Race members, guns blazing. He flickered before a Void Race member, blasting a hole through their chest with one point of the gun. He brought his second gun over, crossing his arms and firing a second bullet through the head of another.

His figure flashed and vanished once more.

He appeared beneath the neck of a five-meter-tall Void Race member and blew her top off, then appeared above the head of another and blew it down.

He hadn't had this amount of fun in so long that he seemed to twirl through the battlefield. Every shot was one shot, one kill. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

The destructiveness of Gun Force was unlike anything that Leonel had ever seen from a Weapon Force. That was because it had a certain explosiveness that could only be matched by modern weapons, but now it had been amplified to another degree entirely.

Leonel spartan kicked a Void Race member away from him, leaning back and out of the way of a sweeping scythe. His arms spread out as he blasted a hole through the heads of two approaching him from the side. Then, he brought his hands together and blasted two through the chest of the Void Race member he had just kicked away.

Every one of his movements was smooth and unhurried. He didn't even have to worry about aiming for lethal locations, and for Leonel, who was already such a heart-shuddering marksman... it was like giving wings to a tiger.

Leonel vanished again and appeared high in the skies. He holstered his two desert eagles then pulled the rifle out of his back.

A 20-meter-tall Void Race member had already closed the distance and was ready to swipe him out of existence.

But then, he grinned.

The sniper rifle snapped into place and the Gun Force seemed to form a plane for him to lie on.

BOOM!

The world was split in two by a beam of gold and a mighty Void Race head was blasted into a rain of stars and blood.