He hadn't felt this good on a battlefield in so long.
"Boys! Let's wrap it up!"
Their laughter rang through the air and they suddenly appeared in the skies. They appeared in a flash, and it seemed that they were still to disappear in a flash as well. They had gotten exactly what they wanted.
Leonel didn't want to make things too easy on the Owlans. He had helped them clean up the battlefield a bit, conveniently gathered up some powerful Void Race corpses, and now he would be headed out again.
"Good luck on your fight, little birdie." Leonel waved to Elysium, who was still locked in combat with Mir'Kael. "Maybe if you ask nicely, he'll forgive you for killing their little genius. Or maybe not."
Elysium's eyes flared with rage.
The first time he met Leonel, he had suffered a loss. The second time he met Leonel, he was suffering yet another. It seemed that no matter what his accomplishments were, or what kind of power he held, he was doomed to suffer at the hands of Leonel no matter what.
At that moment, a furious aura came from the distance and Leonel looked over to see that it was actually Minerva. Her pink-diamond wings cut through space as she surged forward, rushing toward him. However, he just chuckled.
"Be obedient, ugly woman. You survived last time because the little birdie intervened, but don't think you'll get another chance like that so easily. You're lucky that I'm in a good mood today."
"Damn, ugly woman?" James blinked, looking at Minerva. No matter how he looked at it, Minerva was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, definitely on par with the likes of Aina. "Since you don't want her, can I have her?"
"Fuck you," Milan interjected. "Do you really think every woman in the world is destined for you? Maybe she wanted a real man." Milan patted his round belly.
"If you can get her, fatty, I'll bow down to you."
"How unfortunate... It's a good thing I have another."
James calmly took out another vacuum-sealed baggie.
"Please! Stop! I can't laugh any harder!"
The entire battlefield seemed to have become a complete mockery.
The Gods and the Demi-Gods alike had never experienced something like this before. The Human Race, maybe aside from the Dwarven Race, was the most looked down upon in the whole of existence. When had they ever seen a group of humans behaving so brazenly?
Even those among the Human Race who were amongst the Gods of the God Realm had to tuck their tails and be obedient. And soon, those Human Gods would probably all die out before long as well.
But now, while they were fighting for their lives, these humans were laughing above them as though they weren't worth much of anything at all.
They had thought that the Human Race only had Leonel and Aina... But it seemed that this wasn't the case at all. In fact, this seemed to be a statement.
This wasn't just a battle; it was a reminder and a warning all at once. The Human Race was the most looked down upon? Then why did so much of their fear stem from the Human Race? Why did it seem like they had to suppress the Human Race at all turns if they truly weren't fearsome?
This moment was like a slap to all of their faces. The Human Race was here to stay, and very soon they would have to deal with the consequences of infuriating them.
Leonel looked back toward the battlefield and gave them a wink. Then, he waved a hand and made a move to enter the void with his brothers.
It was right then that the situation seemed to change once again.
The skies exploded...
But this time, it wasn't just this Owlan world that suffered...
The entire canopy of the Demi-God Realm was blown apart, and it seemed prepared to fuse with the God Realm.