Chapter 3232 Very Cool!
Chapter 3232 Very Cool!
Chapter 3232 Very Cool!
Leonel looked at them and their twitching noses. He could tell that they could smell the death of their people on him. He didn't know how their sense of smell worked, nor did he particularly care. It was an ability that he had no intention of using, nor did he feel the need to circumvent it.
Maybe in the past, he might have cared enough to find a way to supersede it because he would have to spend more time running away from these God Races than actually fighting them.
But right now...
What did he have to fear?
"Coming to throw your lives away like everyone else... not very smart. You aren't helping the stereotypes," Leonel said indifferently.
Azhgar grinned a toothy, draconic grin.
"If I don't step out, you Humans might actually think you run the place."
Vaclgor didn't say anything, but his battle intent was much the same.
It was clear to Leonel that the more powerful he was, the more likely the Beastmen would be to step out. This battle-hungry Race wanted for nothing more than blood and carnage.
Leonel didn't have to point his spear at them for them to take action; they would have done so anyway.
"You know..." Leonel said, taking a step forward until he was so close to them that their shadows swallowed him up.
The two Beastmen were easily over four meters tall, and comparatively speaking, after losing his Dream Asura Blood, Leonel wasn't even half of that height.
Right now, it looked as though they could reach down and pinch him to death while Leonel himself had to crane his neck vertically just to look them in the eye.
"... My Divine Armor is missing a few beast pelts. How about you help me out with that?"
Vaclgor, who had been silent all the while, suddenly grinned as well. In fact, when he lost control of his bloodlust, he seemed even more wild than Azhgar, a wild fluctuation of spatial energies surging around him.
It all then happened too fast. The white blade was already right above Leonel's head, ready to pierce down and split his body in two.
However, at that moment, Leonel's spear, which had been resting on his shoulder, magically appeared between himself and the blade.
BANG!
The air exploded outward and reality almost collapsed in on itself.
"I'm still waiting for you to show me the supremacy of your Beastman Race. Patiently waiting. You should be quite honored. Usually, I'm not willing to be so giving."
Vaelgor didn't respond. Or, rather, he couldn't respond. At some unknown time,
Leonel's spear had even cut his tongue out.
"Daddy's kind of mean." Leah said softly, tugging on her mom's hand.
Aina couldn't help but chuckle.
"Leah! Mean isn't the word you're looking for!" Leonel shouted from a distance. "Cool. That's the word. Your daddy's very cool!"
Leah giggled, but seemed to have no intention of correcting herself.
As expected of a pair of toddlers born into a river of blood, Leo and Leah didn't seem
to care about the bloodshed at all. Somehow, they felt that it was perfectly normal for
their father to be a mass murderer.
"Yes! Dad's very cool!" Leo said.
"Atta boy."
"Can I have that big sword?" Leo asked with a burning desire in his eyes.
Leonel almost coughed out his first mouthful of blood. Was this the real reason his kid
was complimenting him? Where was the shame?
"You can use a sword when you can beat me with a spear."
"That's not fair!"
"You know what else isn't fair? Being born with a Spear Force Innate Node. If you can't
do that, what good are you?"
Leo grit his teeth and seemed to want to run out onto the battlefield with his tiny little legs already just to prove his father wrong.
Leonel looked at them and their twitching noses. He could tell that they could smell the death of their people on him. He didn't know how their sense of smell worked, nor did he particularly care. It was an ability that he had no intention of using, nor did he feel the need to circumvent it.
Maybe in the past, he might have cared enough to find a way to supersede it because he would have to spend more time running away from these God Races than actually fighting them.
But right now...
What did he have to fear?
"Coming to throw your lives away like everyone else... not very smart. You aren't helping the stereotypes," Leonel said indifferently.
Azhgar grinned a toothy, draconic grin.
"If I don't step out, you Humans might actually think you run the place."
Vaclgor didn't say anything, but his battle intent was much the same.
It was clear to Leonel that the more powerful he was, the more likely the Beastmen would be to step out. This battle-hungry Race wanted for nothing more than blood and carnage.
Leonel didn't have to point his spear at them for them to take action; they would have done so anyway.
"You know..." Leonel said, taking a step forward until he was so close to them that their shadows swallowed him up.
The two Beastmen were easily over four meters tall, and comparatively speaking, after losing his Dream Asura Blood, Leonel wasn't even half of that height.
Right now, it looked as though they could reach down and pinch him to death while Leonel himself had to crane his neck vertically just to look them in the eye.
"... My Divine Armor is missing a few beast pelts. How about you help me out with that?"
Vaclgor, who had been silent all the while, suddenly grinned as well. In fact, when he lost control of his bloodlust, he seemed even more wild than Azhgar, a wild fluctuation of spatial energies surging around him.
It all then happened too fast. The white blade was already right above Leonel's head, ready to pierce down and split his body in two.
However, at that moment, Leonel's spear, which had been resting on his shoulder, magically appeared between himself and the blade.
BANG!
The air exploded outward and reality almost collapsed in on itself.
"I'm still waiting for you to show me the supremacy of your Beastman Race. Patiently waiting. You should be quite honored. Usually, I'm not willing to be so giving."
Vaelgor didn't respond. Or, rather, he couldn't respond. At some unknown time,
Leonel's spear had even cut his tongue out.
"Daddy's kind of mean." Leah said softly, tugging on her mom's hand.
Aina couldn't help but chuckle.
"Leah! Mean isn't the word you're looking for!" Leonel shouted from a distance. "Cool. That's the word. Your daddy's very cool!"
Leah giggled, but seemed to have no intention of correcting herself.
As expected of a pair of toddlers born into a river of blood, Leo and Leah didn't seem
to care about the bloodshed at all. Somehow, they felt that it was perfectly normal for
their father to be a mass murderer.
"Yes! Dad's very cool!" Leo said.
"Atta boy."
"Can I have that big sword?" Leo asked with a burning desire in his eyes.
Leonel almost coughed out his first mouthful of blood. Was this the real reason his kid
was complimenting him? Where was the shame?
"You can use a sword when you can beat me with a spear."
"That's not fair!"
"You know what else isn't fair? Being born with a Spear Force Innate Node. If you can't
do that, what good are you?"
Leo grit his teeth and seemed to want to run out onto the battlefield with his tiny little legs already just to prove his father wrong.