Dimensional Descent

Chapter 3086  Too Late

BANG! Leonel’s spear pierced through the heart of the Sylvan. Its body writhed and shook, its fury palpable.

“I know this isn’t enough to kill you,” a savage grin spread across Leonel’s indifferent features. “You’re probably thinking about your revenge, is that it? You think you’re too powerful, too untouchable, maybe this isn’t even your main body?”

Leonel twisted his spear and the screams became worse.

“Nono, I think they’re all your main bodies. Is that it?”

Leonel couldn’t even see the face of the Sylvan while it was in this form. Its true body was probably somewhere deep within this monstrosity, but it had no ability to separate itself from this situation. It was already far too late for that.

The reason the Sylvans were so vulnerable in this state was because it was the state they entered when they wanted to either monitor a large area to deduce something, or absorb a large amount of energy. Usually, it was a combination of both that varied depending on the situation.

In order to do this, they were essentially extending their Life Force into the world around them, then forming a bridge between themselves and the world.

On the one hand, that put everything that happened in a world in their purview. They were probably even better than Anastasia in this regard because rather than scanning everything one by one, for all intents and purposes, the world was them and they were the world.

This was the fearsomeness of Sylvans.

And yet, on the other hand, it also left them extremely vulnerable.

The only reason this Sylvan dared to do this here was because it was confident in how well hidden this world was, and it was also confident that the Four Great Families wouldn’t dare to touch him.

What he couldn’t have ever expected was that their Dream Force countermeasures would be worthless against Leonel.

While they thought that they had properly restrained him, he had been observing them all the while, and he found the perfect time to strike out and crush them all.

“You Sylvans truly overestimate yourselves. You had no reason to get involved in this conflict. You could have let someone else take the brunt of my wrath for you.

“Yet, you insisted on dipping your toes into these hellish waters. You tell me. Was it worth it?”

Violet smoke billowed from Leonel’s feet and the corners of his eyes. At the same time, his destructive aura skyrocketed, the Constellation high in the skies only growing in strength.

“Nana, come here.” Leonel suddenly said, not caring or wanting to hear the words the Sylvan might have to say.”

Nana rushed over, beads of sweat falling down her little face. She was a bit confused about what Leonel might want, but what happened next shocked her.

Veins of red began to surge across the bark of the Sylvan and the screams that had just died down erupted once again.

“I originally wanted to find a way in to get you the perfect world. There would be no better world than an Incomplete World from the Adurnas, but this fool took all the energy first, turning this place into a barren land.

“So, instead… I’m going to give you its heart.”

“LEONEL MORALES!” The infuriated roar of the Sylvan filled the skies as it spoke for the first time.

“YOU WILL NOT HAVE A GOOD DEATH! MY SYLVAN RACE WILL—.”

“Shut up.” Leonel spoke lightly, and yet the voice of the Sylvan was completely cut off.

“Take this as the last bit of mercy I’m giving you. Because I promise had you threatened my family in any way, what I have in store for you would only get worse.”

The entire Sylvan shivered in horror, feeling its life being stripped from it step by step.

Usually, Emperor’s Might could only be used on the dead. Yet, Leonel seemed to be breaking this rule, forcefully taking control of his body.

At the same time, Leonel used the Brazinger Heirloom to counter the laws he needed, then he reverse engineered it all, creating the Natural Force Art he needed to allow Nana to absorb it all.

Since the Brazinger Heirloom was designed to break laws, why not use it as a method of more quickly comprehending the world around him?

The commotion that happened here had certainly alerted others. He didn’t have the time to waste slowly comprehending it all. This was made worse by the fact the Sylvan had definitely absorbed more than one world, so it was too much of a jumbled mess.

But now…

The last of the red veins enveloped the Sylvan and Leonel’s eyes glowed with a fierce light.

“Assimilate.”

What kind of pain did one experience being Assimilated while they were alive? If the Sylvan had to describe it, it was like every bit of his flesh was being compressed into his heart, almost like walls were slowly pressurizing him from all directions.

If before his shrieks had been mostly to let Leonel lower his guards so that he would have a chance to escape, this time… it was truly the most horrifying thing he had experienced.

The worst part was that Leonel seemed to slow it down on purpose, his cold eyes piercing through his bark and staring right into the very depths of his soul as though his shrieking pain was a tonic for his fury.

And yet… Leonel didn’t seem to be satisfied with this alone. The Sylvan was already experiencing hell on earth, but this wasn’t enough for Leonel.

The Sylvan could finally see it, the madness of a man whose bottom line had been crossed.

There were two types of people in the world. One would allow themselves to be trampled over, or they might feel like no harm was done so the punishment didn’t have to go so far.

And then there was another… the kind of person who would raze your life to the ground for even daring to think of standing against them.

Too late the Sylvan had realized which one Leonel was.