1382 Crown and Halo
The corpse vanished as Leonel released his grip. His head slowly tilted upward, his irises having turned entirely crimson. It seed as though they had gained unfathomable depths, impossible to gauge, impossible even to look straight into.
With a single flap of his wings, the ground beneath him cracked and trembled. When his figure beca slightly more substantial than a blur, he had appeared amidst Aina's battle with the first shadow seamlessly, crossing through the parade of blades and sharp wings as though they weren't a danger in the slightest.
His spear descended down from the skies, the cracking of its body seeming to be slowly healing with each passing mont, erupting fiery licks of golden-red flas jetting out from its imperfections.
"No!"
The raspy voice for the first shadow called out, but there was no longer a chance. The Scarlet Star Force swirling about Leonel now was firmly within the Fifth Dinsion. To these people here, he was a god and a deity, untouchable and unblemished.
BANG!
The blade severed the shadow in two, incinerating them to ash before even hitting the ground.
At that mont, a third shadow appeared before Leonel, just a step too late. Leonel was almost certain that this was the very sa man with the low, baritone voice that had called out for him to stop initially. Unfortunately for him, he had been far too slow.
A surging palm aid directly for Leonel's chest, fast and swift. The air collapsed around it, stacking and fusing. There was no room to move or dodge. The instant Leonel landed on the ground, it had arrived and a clap of the sound barrier shattering matched the timing absolutely perfectly.
BOOM!
The hand doubled in size the instant it collided with Leonel, becoming no different from the shadow panda of before. The difference was that this ti, rather than being a Shadow Sovereign, this individual seed to have a vibration type ability. The power behind this blow alone should have been enough to even tear a Tier 1 Sixth Dinsional existence to shreds in a single strike…
And it landed right on Leonel.
Vicious winds kicked up, a violent cyclone of wild gusts and gales wreaking havoc toward everything in its path.
Aina, who had now ended up to Leonel's back, braced herself for impact, her eyes widening in shock and worry. She didn't understand why Leonel was suddenly so infuriated, but that didn't an that she wanted to see him hurt.
However, what was supposed to co… never did.
Leonel's gaze shifted down to the palm resting on his chest. This ti, two flickering golden Runes danced within his crimson irises, sotis apart, sotis fusing. Their fluidity was sothing that one could get lost in for hours on end, only to realize that you were still in the middle of a battle.
Leonel's free hand reached out and clamped down on the wrist of the male shadow. The coldness of his eyes, hidden behind the visor of his Divine Armor, almost perated through, making one feel that their souls had suddenly been thrown into the abyss of hell's coolest waters, freezing to death in what was nothing more than a single instant.
"AGH!"
A pained roar left the shadow as it pulled away. But, under the horrified gazes of everyone present, the arm that Leonel still held on to crumbled to ash. If the shadow hadn't forcefully ripped itself away, maybe its entire body would have suffered the sa fate.
It was then that the flickering and dancing Golden Runes in Leonel's irises increased from two each to three, making the intensity of the flas around him increase once again.
"Die."
Leonel swung his spear from its downward sloped position, leaving a gorgeous arc of crimson and gold that sliced the shadow in two. There was no suspense, only a final roar of struggle before he suddenly found himself eviscerated.
At that mont, the glowing phoenix finally caught up to Leonel once again, spiraling into the air and releasing a sonorous call into the skies.
Its beak opened wide, its wings spreading and its chest expanding. With a single bellow, a piercing laser of crimson left its lips, cutting across the battlefield and piercing through two more shadows.
They stood not a single chance, finding themselves burnt to ash even before they could even call out for help. The fiery pits left in the beam's wake were quickly dodged by those that remained, the heat alone beca enough to char their skins and dry their throats.
The phoenix shrunk in size by a small asure, but Leonel didn't seem to care in the slightest. With another command, the majestic bird's chest expanded once more, another beam of light cutting across the battlefield and this ti taking out another three shadows.
Leonel was absolutely relentless. By the ti the first beam had landed, he had already crossed through half the battlefield. By the ti the second landed, he had reached his destination.
His King's Might pressured their minds. His Scarlet Star Force pressured their bodies. And his relentless want for violence and blood shook their hearts.
It was an absolute slaughter. Leonel didn't seem to see any Rapax or humans. Every ti he laid eyes on a shadow it didn't matter who they were fighting, how many were fighting them, if they were winning their battles or if they were losing.
It was simply one savage execution after the next, and none of it seed to be enough.
Even crossing Ary's face, he didn't spare the latter a single glance.
Piercing his spear into the ground, he caused a volcanic eruption to splinter even the moistening earth. The shadow who was arguably the most powerful of them all, fighting amidst Ary and the Rapax suddenly found that it had nothing steady to stand upon.
Leonel didn't even bother to retract his spear from the ground, his hands coming together like a twin pair of claws, clamping down toward either side of the shadow's head.
It roared in protest, but the space around its skull suddenly cracked like ice-blue glass, freezing it in place to the point it couldn't move in the slightest.
Leonel drove his knee upward, an enraged roar leaving his throat as he slamd his kneecap into the shadow's head.
And explosion of ice, space and fire spiraled out in all directions as a headless corpse fell to the ground.
Leonel stood in the middle of the battlefield, no one within a ten ter radius of him except for a litter of corpses.
The Crown of a King graced his forehead. The Halo of a God graced his presence.
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