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!

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

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

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

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

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

stumbled over the rocks before dropping down

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

alone seemed to make those of the army

coughed, slinking his hair back

observing him from beginning to end, no one had been able to pick

was not a single spatial treasure on the man's body. It was as though the sword had

would truly be a lady killer. In fact, the fact they could think this

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, hurry up mister

a challenge? Or were they acting out a comedy skit? What

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

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

challenges had 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

say anything. He simply walked forward, leaving the immediate

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