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!

tall for centuries came crumbling down. A Gate which had never been opened to them incinerated to ash. A City they hadn't

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

though they weren't there to

be told, this man looked 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.

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

the rocks before dropping down

spent far too long sitting. The crackles and pops that sounded from his action were so loud that they carried

those of the army take this man far more

coughed, slinking his hair back and spitting at

observing him from beginning

single spatial treasure on the man's body. It was as though the sword had really

the fact they could think this at all could only mean that the dirt and grime that covered

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

a challenge? Or were they acting out a

but not to the point that they never happened. But,

of the opposing army with the least amount of

to be 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 come from? Who was he

before Rollan could say anything. He simply

I presume?"