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!

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 been deemed

stand before the army, his chest wide, his back straight, his gaze cold

they weren't there to begin with. When this figure became clearer, many began to look on with

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

things the rebel army 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 attack.

stumbled over the rocks before dropping down awkwardly

though he had spent far too long sitting. The crackles and pops that sounded from

seemed to make those of the army take this man

slinking his hair back and spitting

in his hand. Despite the fact they had been observing him

they obviously wouldn't react like this. But, there was not a single spatial treasure on the man's body. It was as though the sword had really popped up

a lady killer. In fact, the fact they could think this at all could only mean that the

General is weak, he should fight me to prove his worth. Blah, blah, not just anyone is worthy to fight my lovable

this person issuing a challenge? Or were they acting out

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.

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

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

Rollan could say anything. He simply walked forward,

I presume?"