Chapter 569 - Towering (6) (2/2)

Leonel dove down again, the fire in his gaze only growing with each strike. Despite the fact the sturdiness of the Puppet Master's body was enough to cause despair in anyone else, Leonel didn't seem to notice.

His spear whipped about the skies, the force of his strikes so great that it bowed beneath the pressure, curving and snapping back to attention like bamboo.

The Puppet Master's body became like a small sail boat amidst a raging tide, facing up against Leonel's fury as though he couldn't muster up any resistance.

Every time Leonel cut into the Puppet Master's body, he would remember another line of Aina's story. He was almost thankful that the Puppet Master's body was so sturdy. He didn't want it to die so fast. He wanted it to feel every ounce of pain and despair she had. He wanted it to grasp at hope where there was none, to sit on the edge of despair knowing that the only path forward was death.

The Flames of the world seemed to react to Leonel's rage. His affinity was so high that it poured in of its own free will.

In that moment, even a Three Star Fire Magus didn't have a chance at casting a single spell. All the flaming rage of the world seemed to kneel before Leonel.

Leonel roared, his hair being lit in a fiery blaze. If it wasn't for his astounding control, even Aina would have been burnt to a crisp.

PCHU!

Leonel's raised spear suddenly came to a grinding halt.

Amid all the scorching heat around him, he suddenly felt an ice cold chill sink into his body, piercing through his nerves and latching onto his mind, refusing to let go.

The Puppet Master laid on the ground amidst a pile of rubble, barely inclined upward. In fact, even its head was nowhere to be scene, covered by several slabs of rock.

However, its hand had still shot upward, piercing through Leonel's stomach.

Blood dripped down the Puppet Master's hand and arm as it slowly pushed itself up, its face shoving the heavy slabs away.

Even after its face was exposed, it didn't stand up immediately, looking toward Leonel who still had his spear raised and then at its hand's place within the latter's body.

It pulled its hand out, a geyser of hot blood following its motion.

A tinge of red colored the Variant Invalids gaze as though it had only now finally woken up.

It stood. Standing on the rubble, its body towered over Leonel, a hint of excitement on its face as it sniffed at the blood coating its hand.

It raised its head to the sky, a manic laughter shaking the night sky.

Its foot shot up, kicking Leonel away.

As though a bolt out of a gun, Leonel's body shattered the sound barrier, shooting backward like a comet.

The Variant Invalids laughter continued to ring, its tongue running across its bloodied arm.

”MORE!”

He howled into the sky, shooting after Leonel.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared above the streaking Leonel, his foot blasting downward.

BOOM!

A massive crater formed, waves of earth and clouds of dust rolling in all directions.