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

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

weren't there to begin with. When this figure became clearer,

several months. His clothes were beaten, ripped, dirtied and ragged. His hair could only

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 there hadn't been a single person atop the wall before their attack. And

the rocks before dropping down awkwardly before

as though he had spent far too long sitting. The crackles and pops that sounded from his action were so loud

those of the army

his hair back and spitting

observing him from

not a single spatial treasure on the man's body. It was as though the sword had

a lady killer. In fact, the fact

is Normand. Blah, blah, your General is weak, he should fight me to prove his worth. Blah, blah, not just anyone is

Was this person issuing a challenge? Or were they acting out a comedy skit? What the hell

back, also frowned. Challenges were rare on the battlefield but not to the point that they never happened.

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

be issued by those of equivalent status. It was one thing if it was Alexandre who

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

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