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!

liberation. Walls that had stood tall for centuries came crumbling down. A Gate which had never been opened to them incinerated to ash. A

He continued to stand before the army, his chest wide, his back

blazing fires as though they weren't there to begin with. When this figure

His clothes were beaten, ripped, dirtied and ragged. His hair could only be described as a

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

rocks before dropping down

he had spent far too long sitting. The crackles and pops that sounded from his action were so loud that they carried throughout the battlefield, even given the

of the army take

slinking his hair back and spitting at the ground

sword appeared in his hand. Despite the fact they had been observing him from beginning to end, no

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 out of thin

appearance. If he wasn't so dirty, he would 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

is Normand. Blah, 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 a King… You get the gist of it right,

was speechless. Was this person issuing a challenge? Or were they acting out a

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

member of the opposing army with the least amount of hassle. It was also a good chance to lower the momentum and morale 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 to

hand before Rollan could say anything. He simply walked forward, leaving the immediate protection of his army

I presume?" Leonel