Leonel took a breath and his smile vanished. There was a sharpness that thrumd through him at that mont that couldn't be denied from shining forth.
He took a breath and he waved a hand, his spear vanishing in favor of a bow.
With every step he took forward, his montum continued to roar forth. His halo appeared behind him once again, reflecting the colors of his Mage Core. But this ti, in its midst, his Life Tablet had risen above it.
Fluttering butterflies and motes of violet light lood around Leonel and the last bits of his smile faded from his eyes, being replaced with a deep, dark chill.
At that mont, whether they wanted to admit it or not, those on the battlefield felt like the temperature had just plumted by a few degrees.
Leonel's brothers surged forward and his own Bow Force exploded forth.
Two halo-like bracelets appeared, hovering around Leonel's wrists. The God Runes in the surroundings churned and Leonel's Bow Force seed to grow stronger and stronger along with it.
A Natural Force Art suddenly took shape before Leonel's arrow. It happened so quickly that it looked like golden motes of light racing through a maze in one instant, but in the next, it reflected a gorgeous gold that carried the complexities of a lifeti.
Leonel sucked in a breath and the God that had died on his Destruction World was suddenly pulled toward him. Or rather… his soul was.
It looked as though nothing at all was left.
But how could a soul vanish before Leonel's eyes?
Under normal circumstances, this existence was simply far too powerful for Leonel to do anything about. But when he said he would show them fear…
He ant it with every fiber of his being.
The Life Tablet thrumd and the soul was forced into a corporeal state. And then, Leonel opened his mouth and spoke words that the God Realm had hoped it would never have to hear again.
"[Assimilate]."
BOOM!
The arrow in Leonel's hand suddenly beca so large that it seed more lance than arrow. One of his arms was completely overshadowed by it, and yet he didn't seem to notice.
For just a mont, even with the struggle of Aina and the bearded Brazinger still ongoing, Leonel had beco the center of the battlefield.
Today, they would learn to fear the Fawkes once more… they would learn the na of the Morales family… they would learn that the Human Race wasn't just present to be trampled upon.
TSU.
The mont Leonel loosed his arrow it seed to vanish. No one, not even many of the Gods, could track it.
And when it appeared again…
BANG!
The body of a God, soone that had already long ford a Dharma, shattered.
Silence.
It was palpable.
The man was standing right in the midst of a group of Gods, a re blink away from the Primordial Terror, and yet… they were now no more than a rain of blood.
The Life Tablet trembled, and before its might, a soul couldn't hope to escape.
Leonel drew his bow again and another lance appeared.
Death.
True Death.
They could feel it.
Until now, Leonel had killed many Ninth Dinsional existences, but he never forced them to face a true death. But that wasn't because he was unable to.
With the Life Tablet, he could snatch their souls away because with the Life Tablet, even Ninth Dinsional existences could be revived. So, he could store them in the Life Tablet if he wanted, effectively stopping them from ever reincarnating. It would be just as effective as True Death. The reason he never had was because much of the ti he had the Life Tablet, he was one, unable to use it to its fullest degree, or two, trying to hide it.
Even so, this was different. This wasn't just a trick to stop the Ninth Dinsional existences from returning. This was exactly what it sounded like.
True Death.
The power of Leonel's arrow wasn't just because of [Assimilate], he had the backing of Drake's Gun Force, and more importantly… Blackstar's Destruction Idol.
When he used [Assimilate], the souls were already destroyed almost beyond repair, and this was ironically what allowed him to [Assimilate] them so easily.
And yet, he managed to keep more than half of the power that would have otherwise been lost to him.
One Shot. One Kill.
One Kill. One True Death.
Before anyone could even react, Leonel had already loosed a second arrow. The coldness in his eyes this ti was even more piercing. He didn't speak a single word as he killed another God.
It was only at this mont that the world seed to react.
Fawkes!
It was a na that sprouted the root of fear in most. The ones with the fiercest reaction were surprisingly not the Gods, but the Four Great Families themselves.
Leonel stood with his hair billowing in the wind, flas echoing out from his feet and the corner of his eyes. His blazing intent seed to mark the world for death as he took another breath, reaping a third soul.
[Assimilate].
SHUUUM.
A third lance-arrow ford and suddenly Leonel beca an existence that couldn't be ignored.
His smile had vanished, and they had all reached the point where they wanted it to co back. It was only now that the playful Leonel was gone that they understood just how good they had had it just now.
Chunks of Celestial Terra at appeared around Leonel and he cast [Life Steal]. In an instant, his body thrumd with life and vitality once more as he released a third arrow.
He didn't speak, he didn't taunt, he didn't joke. He was just a lethal killing machine, killing with every step he took.
His brothers hadn't even managed to reach the front line yet, but the entire forefront of the enemy had been shredded to pieces.
Goggles watched this scene with a slight tremble in his pupils.
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