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!

came crumbling down. A Gate which had never been opened to them incinerated to ash. A

charge. He continued to stand before the army,

that 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,

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

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

before dropping

back in an exaggerated manner as though he had spent far too long sitting. The crackles and pops that sounded

those of the army take this man far more

his hair back and

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

was as simple as a spatial ring, 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 from

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 a

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

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

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

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

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

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

Swift, I presume?"