His Sweet Little Mate by Obticeo Decatect - Chapter 2109
The lasers charged and suddenly there was no place to dodge. With Leonel being so close, Kron changed his command. Rather
than firing at the fastest speed possible, they delayed the onset, charging it up from 5% to over 50%.
The thickness of the lasers would increase ten times over. At this distance, if all the canons fired together, the entire range
around Leonel would be enveloped. There would be no blindspot because all of the lasers would cover for one another.
Suddenly, Leonel, who looked as though he was about to turn the tide, faced his death.
Vanlamar, Eirdal and Garfin reacted even faster than Kron could give the order. They were all absolute geniuses in their own
right and were only a small bit worse than Kron. If the Omann family had their own Heir Wars, there was no doubt that these four
would all be their own respective Heirs.
Due to this, the order came even faster than Kron had expected and the sneer on his face deepened. If there had been a delay
due to the time it took for him to give the order, Leonel might have had a 10% chance to escape. But now, those odds had fallen
to 0%, and even that was Kron being reserved. If there was a way for him to give Leonel less than 0% chance, he would. But his
pride as a Crafter and scholarly man wouldn’t allow him to do something so meaningless.
Many looked away, unwilling to see such a scene. Leonel’s death would mean Aina’s death as well. Such a young couple, a Life
Grade Crafter and Force Pill Crafter, would actually die in this way?novelbin
Of course, Kron had no idea about all of this as he didn’t have the viewer’s perspective and hadn’t seen what the two had
accomplished.
As far as Kron was concerned, he was unmatched amongst the younger generation in Force Crafting, he had no equal. Even
though he was currently relying on Cynthia’s blueprint, he didn’t feel any shame. In fact, he only felt endless amounts of pride.
He, as a Seventh Dimensional existence, had actually led a team to complete a Life Grade Craft. He had already stepped
through the threshold of becoming a Life Grade Crafter and he was sure that within the next three years he would succeed.
To him, the Crafters of the Morales family, especially those of the younger generation, were nothing more than jumping clouds.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he met Leonel’s cold gaze. Just a hundred meters separated them, but it might as well
have been an endless cavern.
‘This is my skill, this is what the power of a Crafter can bring you. What meaning is there to be a group of fighting apes like the
Morales, unable to focus on anything and having the tempers of children? You’ll die and your parents will come to accompany
you soon.’
Kron’s intent blazed and his Force actually surged. Beneath the rising might of the laser barrels, his power actually improved. He
stepped across the threshold of Tier 3 of the Seventh Dimension and stepped into Tier 4.
His Force flowed with an impossible smoothness and the smile on his face was calm. He felt like everything in the world was in
the palm of his hands. The difference between him and Leonel was akin to the skies and mud. He had just broken through a
barrier no one in the younger generation could touch, and Leonel’s journey would end here. Wasn’t it all clear?
BOOM!
The lasers fired and enveloped the world. As expected, Leonel was entirely swallowed. There was nowhere to dodge, no blind
spots to take advantage of.
It was over.
Kron looked away complacently, a bright smile on his face. “You’ve all done well! This is the Omann family’s glory! Prepare the
ship, we’ll go to kill off the rest of the Heirs and finish this farce.”
“Long live the Omanns!”
“Long live the Omanns!”
The roar of the geniuses on the ship was deafening. They too had had a helping hand in completing a Life Grade Starship, how
could they not be endlessly prideful? Maybe soon, like Kron, they would sense the threshold of the Life Grade as well.
Vanlamar, Eirdal and Garfin were all feeling prideful as well. Unlike the others, they were right on Kron’s heels, they had already
sensed the threshold as well. Although Kron had gone beyond them and entered Tier 4, he was always slightly older than them.
Soon, the Omann family would have four new rising geniuses. This was the power of Cynthia’s blueprint!
But at that moment, amidst the roaring adulation, the gentle sound and feet landing on the ground was deafening.
It should have been a sound that was entirely drowned out, a sound that was so miniscule and unimportant that it would have
been washed away by the deafening boom of their happiness. And yet… it echoed in their ears like thunder… because they were
all too familiar with that sound, it was a sound they had heard thousands of times in their lives… the sound of someone
descending from the skies…
But the problem was that none of them had been in the skies just now.
They all looked back, their eyes widening as they found Leonel standing there with the same cold expression. This time, the
biting wind of his gaze reached them, the hollow sound of chilly wind echoing through their heart resounding in their ears like the
creaking doors of an abandoned home.
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