Chapter 445: Same Feeling (2/2)

He was one of City Lord White's White Knights, Khaled Diore.

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Leonel stood in the skies, a simple [Light Refraction] array centered around him. The more he observed the coming tide of predatory birds, the more he realized he didn't stand a chance.

Even ignoring the warriors and assault weapons on their backs, just the beasts alone were beyond anything Leonel had ever seen before.

They had beaks that glistened like the blades of a polished spear. Their black feathers caused the light of the setting sun to rebound as though they were metal plates. Their eyes were a bright shade of crimson that exuded a bloodthirsty light as though all they knew was slaughter.

As though this wasn't enough, Leonel felt that the large crossbows fitted to their backs contained much more power than 23rd century canons. By his estimations, they were weaker than 25th century technology, but marginally stronger than 24th. And, unlike Earth's technology, they weren't negatively influenced by Force in the slightest.

None of this even began to touch upon the humans that managed to command these beasts and control these machines. Leonel was simply in over his head.

He was still within the Third Dimension and he was just a single person facing almost 500. Any smart person would turn tail and run.

Leonel took several deep breaths, trying to calm his beating heart.

For a moment, he closed off his senses. He heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing.

Earth was probably in chaos at this moment. Leonel could almost feel it.

Everyone's lives had already been turned upside down once, but here it was again.

But, he was lucky. He had talent. If he wanted to and had the time, he could gain the strength to protect himself, but not everyone could claim this.

Did Leonel feel some sort of responsibility because of this?

He would be lying if he said no. But, somewhere inside, he felt it was more than this.

It was the same feeling he got on the football field, the same feeling he felt when he sat down at an exam, the same feeling he had when he stepped onto his first battlefield.

Leonel opened his eyes, a mad grin spreading across his face as his irises flickered a wild violet-red.

Leonel flipped his palm, causing a familiar black rhino's horn to appear.

He brought it slowly to his lips, his blood boiling and his skin flushing crimson as bronze runes danced across it.

'That's a nice formation you have there, would be a shame if someone ruined it.'

These birds might seem mighty and menacing, but these were exactly the kind of beasts most susceptible to outside influences.

Seeing such odds before him only made Leonel want to win even more.

It was exactly then Leonel blew on the horn with all his might, pouring his Spirit Pressure into it.

The people of Terrain had pissed him off many times already. Leonel even believed that the so-called 'fugitives' they had bribed Shield Cross Stars into looking for were those who wanted to blow the whistle on this maddening plan of theirs.

Unfortunately, before those fugitives could do much of anything, Earth's evolution was accelerated, causing them to enter the Fourth Dimension before anyone predicted.

Leonel remembered how he had been treated just because he was weak. He remembered how Jerach refused to tell him what they were hiding even after he spared his life. He saw the way they tried to humiliate Aina -- his Aina.

Since they wanted war, he would give it to them.