Chapter 2971 Palm

Chapter 2971 Palm

The Void Race descended on the Nomads. It was such a lopsided affair that it could hardly be called a war. Even hundreds of Nomads weren't a match for a single Void Race member, so how could these worlds match up to such a large number of them?

The world that had challenged him to Challenge Sequence, the very same one being puppeted by Flaura, found themselves being burnt to the ground, unable to withstand the change.

They had just been "fighting" against Invalids, or more accurately, pretending to do so, but now they were being crushed.

And the reason for all of this hadn't even shown himself. Leonel just sat in the Segmented Cube in silent meditation, letting Shan'Rae handle it all by herself.

There was no way that he could control an army of so many Gods on his own. Getting Shan'Rae alone was difficult enough.

Of course, these Void Race members couldn't possibly match up to Shan'Rae. But the issue was that there were too many of them, and they still had the same protections as Shan'Rae.

Then there was also the matter of weight on his soul.

He had never had such trouble before, but after gaining three God Race Summons, and a Variant Invalid with great power, Leonel began to realize that there was indeed stress involved in supporting so many Summons at once.

Of course, he was still a long distance away from feeling that he had to calm down and slow it down. He felt that he could easily withstand two or three dozen Shan'Rae's. But it was also a wake-up call nonetheless.

As such, he could only use Shan'Rae as a proxy to control these Void Race members, but he didn't lose out in the slightest. Shan'Rae's prestige was so high that they didn't even hesitate to follow her orders, and that was mostly because this was what Shan'Rae should have been doing from the very beginning anyway, but she had been too obsessed with finding and killing Leonel.

But now that they thought she had succeeded, it only made sense that she would begin to do her duty properly.

Instead, what he was doing was focusing on the members of the Nomads that were precisely a part of these plans. Every time he attacked one, while he didn't find information on exactly what he needed, he still managed to find several connections to others.

Like this, he had Shan'Rae march through the void, attacking these worlds so swiftly that they couldn't even react. Some battles despite the size of the worlds didn't even last more than a few minutes. The difference between Mortals and Gods was simply impossibly large.

It became clear to Leonel after dealing with the Spirituals that Races were divided into many thoughts and philosophies of their own. The Ma'at Bubble was the pinnacle of the Spirituals, but there were many other Spiritual Races with far weaker lineages and bearings.

As such, he knew that it was impossible to try and blame the entire Race, it would be nothing more than foolishness.

But he was still shocked to see just how deeply this ran. Even after destroying a dozen worlds, it seemed that the rabbit hole only became deeper and deeper, and the web spread further and wider.

Eventually, it would be impossible to hide what he was doing. These existences lurking in the dark would never allow him to run so rampant for so long. They definitely had their own plans.

And soon, that other foot dropped.

A mighty existence descended from above. The palm alone seemed to blot out the skies and the world shuddered beneath its presence. Everything about it was suffocating to an extreme.

And yet, when it appeared, Leonel's lip curled into a sneer.

It was about damn time.

BOOM!