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!

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 ash. A City they hadn't

stand before the army,

moment, a figure suddenly began to appear out of the blazing fires as though they weren't there to begin with. When this figure became clearer,

beaten, ripped, dirtied and ragged. His hair could only be described as a rat's nest, their

by The Capital was odd enough. It was even weirder that there hadn't been a single person atop the wall before their attack.

man stumbled over the rocks before dropping down awkwardly

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

the army take this man

hair back and spitting at

observing him from beginning to end, no one had

a single spatial treasure on the man's body.

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

name is Normand. Blah, blah, your General is weak, he should fight me to prove his worth. Blah, blah, not just anyone is worthy to fight my lovable bastard of a

this person issuing a challenge? Or were they acting out a comedy skit?

on his horse not far from Leonel's back, also frowned. Challenges were rare on the battlefield but not to the point

was to get a shot at taking out an important member of the opposing army with the least amount of hassle. It was also a

was one thing if it was Alexandre who had issued this challenge… But where had

held out a hand before Rollan could say anything. He simply walked forward, leaving

I presume?" Leonel