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!

Gate which had never been opened to them incinerated to ash. A City they hadn't been deemed

didn't give the order to charge. He continued to stand before the army, his chest wide, his back straight, his gaze

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

as though 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 natural blond color discolored by what looked like and hopefully was mud. His eyes looked

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 now… there

rocks before dropping down awkwardly before

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 they carried throughout the

alone seemed to make those of the

his hair back and spitting at

the fact they had been observing him from beginning to end, no

a single spatial treasure

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 of

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

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

who sat on his horse not far from Leonel's back, also frowned. Challenges were rare on the battlefield but not to the point that they never happened. But, it was rare for the supposed

to get a shot at taking out an important member of the opposing army with the least amount

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

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

the Swift, I