Dimensional Descent

Chapter 767 - Two Options

The earth rose high into the skies, forming boulders that were each two meters wide.

It took time, but not long later, dozens had formed before erupting into a blaze of black-red flames. The searing heat alone seemed to want to melt the city to ash.

Even without Leonel saying a word, the rebel army felt their blood boiling.

There were no words of rage, none of fury or animosity. Even with this goal they had been working toward for years, praying for, for decades… There was still nothing that needed to be said.

Actions spoke far louder than words ever could at this moment.

This was indeed Armageddon. It was a judgment day for The Capital and its nobles who had had their foots on their throats for centuries.

It was finally their turn to return the favor.

The meteors descended toward the gate in a blaze of fire.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

cacophonic booms resonated like drums of liberation. Walls that had stood tall for centuries came crumbling down. A Gate which had never been opened to them incinerated to

give the order to charge. He continued to stand before the army, his chest wide,

as though they weren't there to begin with.

he had been living on the streets for several months. His clothes were beaten, ripped, dirtied and ragged. His hair could only be described as a rat's nest, their

expected to find when they came here, this was the last. The fact that there were no anti siege tactics prepared by The Capital was odd enough. It was even weirder that

stumbled over the rocks before dropping down awkwardly before the

stretched his back in an exaggerated manner as though he had spent far too long sitting. The crackles and pops that sounded

seemed to make those of the army

slinking his hair back and

him from beginning to end, no one

single spatial

hair back revealed a devilishly handsome appearance. If he wasn't so dirty, he would truly be a lady killer. In fact, the fact they could think this at all could only mean that the dirt and grime that covered him couldn't possibly be as much

his worth. Blah, blah, not just anyone is worthy to fight my lovable bastard of a King…

Or were they acting out a comedy skit? What the hell was going

back, also frowned. Challenges were rare on the battlefield but

with the least amount of hassle. It was also a good chance to lower the momentum and

issued by those of equivalent status. It was one thing if it was Alexandre who had issued this challenge… But where had this homeless man

before Rollan could say anything. He simply walked forward, leaving the immediate protection of his army to stand in

I presume?" Leonel