Soon, there was nothing but a Sylvan Heart remaining. However, the cold in Leonel’s eyes still hadn’t vanished.

One after another, his brothers landed, having killed all the birds in the skies. There was a light sheen of sweat on them. This matter certainly wasn’t as easy as it seemed. It was just a good thing that they were very good at working together.

The moment Leonel saw through the problem, the battle was already over.

Had they failed to kill the birds, the Sylvan would have been able to use a technique to displace its Life Force and reform its body elsewhere in an instant.

However, because Leonel had…

The result spoke for itself.

“Absorb it.” Leonel handed the Sylvan Heart to Nana.

The moment he handed it over, Leonel had already looked into the distance, feeling that the powerful auras he had already expected to appear were on their way.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Leonel’s wrist flexed and his grip around the Brazinger Heirloom tightened.

A surge of murderous intent poured across the skies and a small troop of a few dozen appeared. With a single glance, it was clear that they were mostly of the Laevis and Crudus family.

At that moment, Nana’s aura was skyrocketing by leaps and bounds.

Nana lacked the foundation of Dimensional Cleanse that the others day. As such, it could even be said that she had lucked out by having the Sylvan process all of this energy for her. If not for this, Leonel would have either had to find a way to get her to start Dimensional Cleanse as a secondary Dimensional Method, or found another roundabout method.

This Sylvan, however, in death, had ironically become the exact thing she needed to make all of this several levels easier.

Her aura suddenly grew to the point the Four Great Family warriors couldn’t even approach any closer, their gazes becoming incredibly solemn.

“The Adurna Heirloom!” A young man with flowing gold hair suddenly shouted out.

It was only at this point that they all understood the seriousness of the situation. And that shock only became greater as they looked through the carnage and devastation.

Wasn’t that where the Sylvan was supposed to be? Where had it gone?

They couldn’t be blamed for not realizing immediately. The enormous body of the Sylvan was no longer anywhere to be seen, having all been shrunken down into the form of its Sylvan Heart. They hadn’t noticed because there was nothing to notice.

This part of the desert had gone from the core of the entire world, to a wasteland of sand, flesh, and blood.

Leonel’s gaze landed on the young man who spoke, his eyes narrowed when he saw a bow strapped across his body. There was something strange about it.

The bow itself was beautiful. It had a golden body with what looked like a twin pair of eastern dragons etched in diamond twisting around one another in opposite directions. The two heads of the dragons formed the heads of the bow itself, their maws opening wide with a roar out what seemed to be the thinnest bowstring Leonel had ever seen.

Even if you had the strength to pull such a bow, if your body’s defenses were too low, or you didn’t wear special protective gear, you would slice through your entire hand.

However, this wasn’t what was so magical about the bow. Its aura…

It felt identical to the spear in his hand and the shield on Nana’s back.

“Brazinger Heirloom!”

Another shocked voice echoed out from another young man. This one had green hair and eyes, wearing armor that seemed formed of bark. However, if one didn’t look closely, it seemed to be gorgeous elven-inspired armor, formed of leather and nature’s vines.

It, too, had the aura of an Heirloom.

Leonel couldn’t help but find himself to be a bit stunned…

Were these Four Great Families truly so stupid? To allow their Heirlooms to fall into his hands just like this?

‘These Heirlooms, though… they’re missing their spirits. Is that their contingency plan?’

Leonel was correct.

The Heirlooms of the Four Great Families weren’t just weapons, they were also opportunities. The secret depths of their Lineage Factors, depths that only the strongest of their Ancestors had touched upon, were hidden within these weapons.

As such, using the weapons to try to convene and commune with their Lineage Factors was a shortcut to maybe touching this hidden past.

But it was difficult, and not all of them would succeed in doing so. As such, the Heirloom was usually passed around and touched the hands of the most promising descendants of their families.

To protect against any problems that might arise, the Heirloom was separated from its Spirit. This made it more difficult to sense the intricacies, but this was a necessary evil. After all, they wouldn’t have the tears to shed if someone took advantage and snatched away their Heirloom and its Spirit alike… Something that the Adurna and Brazinger were learning about in real-time.

So long as the Spirit was still in possession of the family Head, the weapon would be able to be summoned across time and space without issue, making it worthless to steal.

Plus, this could act as an additional test for their future family Heads. If they could reach the pinnacle of their Lineage Factors without the Spirit, then it was only right that they would be even more powerful when they finally did gain it.

These two, Munk of the Crudus family, and Endrick of the Laevis family, were the current holders of the Heirlooms, and probably the de facto leaders of this current troop.

In all likelihood, they had already reported what happened here and reinforcements were on the way. However… Leonel didn’t care about any of this.

He had come here only as the start of his revenge, not the end of it. He just didn’t expect that his enemies would give him such a chance on a silver platter.