Chapter 2641 Point
"Jeez..." Leonel exhaled a breath.
No matter how you looked at it, that thing in the skies really looked like a God. Was all of this necessary? He was just a little human, isn't that what they always said? So why were they going so hard all of a sudden?
Aina was about to spring forward when Leonel tightened his grip on her hand.
She looked back with a questioning gaze, not quite understanding. That sort of enemy was definitely not one that Leonel could fight.
That giant Nomad very clearly had Noah's Ability Index, the ability to not only perfectly control his own size but also his density and weight.
The Morphing Ability Index.
According to Leonel's Life Tablet, it was a Black Grade ability, but as with all things, it was highly dependent on the user. Even a Black Grade Ability Index could be exceptional if it was properly controlled.
Leonel's own Ability Index wasn't very highly ranked either. At the very least, it was firmly beneath Aina's. But how far had he been able to bring it?
For someone with the special quirks of the Nomads, this Ability Index was truly... troublesome.
Aina knew all of this, and she could also feel that this Nomad's strength was exceptional. Leonel simply wasn't able to fight such a person. So she wasn't sure why he would stop her like this. She should be the one to go.
"Hey, hey," Leonel chuckled, "don't you think you've done enough fighting?"
"But-"
Leonel's grin widened and Aina fell into silence.
"And yet, there you were. Not only were you there, but when you found Deputy Pavilion Head Clarence, you strung him up and tortured him to death as though he was some sort of animal.
"Those kinds of actions don't make any sense whatsoever. I may have personally said some things you found offensive, but going so far is a fool's errand for a world as weak as yours.
"The world may hate the Human Race, but we're still here, and it's certainly not because of a little formation even I was able to shatter with a few tricks. That barrier could at best hold back those weak Demon Races.
"No one dares to touch us because they don't want to offend the Pluto Race or the neutral Faction that backs them. So why is a little middling world like yours so aggressive? Hm?"
The world around the Nomad trembled fiercely, his weight increasing to the point gravity bent and whined, space shrinking, collapsing and distorting around him.
"No answer?" Leonel asked with a smile. "I wonder, how long does it take to rush here from your world? Probably took many months, huh? When did you leave? You can't see the Gathering Stele from the Inbetween Worlds, now can you?"
"ENOUGH!" The Nomad roared. "I am the mighty Kaelan, do you think the likes of the Human Race has the right to speak to me this way?!"
Leonel picked at his ears. "And yet, you still haven't attacked me yet. I'm right here. Do it, big man. Be gentle if you can, I scare easy."
Kaelan's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. Leonel was barely a hundred meters from him, a nigh insignificant distance. Even if Leonel had been kilometers away, it would have been absolutely meaningless.
He was so infuriated by Leonel's nonchalance he felt like his heart was about to implode. He still didn't understand how Leonel could possibly be so calm.
It was all a bluff, it had to be. But after what happened to the Nomads in the True Dream World... could it still be considered that?
Kaelan then had another thought. None of this made sense. If Leonel was trying to goad him into attacking, why spend all this time talking? So long as Leonel appeared, he would have attacked. So what was the point of making the trap so obvious that he didn't dare to step into it?
It had to be a bluff, that was the only thing that made any sort of sense.
Plus, the moment the Human Race lost its protection rights, didn't that mean that anyone could attack and kill them? This was the culling! He was justified!
Leonel smiled then suddenly pointed up.