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!

centuries came crumbling down. A Gate which had never been

He continued to stand before the army,

the blazing fires as though they weren't there to begin with. When this figure became clearer, many began to

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. His eyes looked

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

before dropping down awkwardly

crackles and pops that sounded from his action were so loud that they carried throughout

make those of the army take

back and

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

was not a single spatial treasure on the man's body. It was as though the sword had really popped up from out

handsome 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 much of a

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

Was this person issuing a challenge? Or were they acting out a comedy

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

point was to get a shot at taking out an important member of the opposing army with the least amount

one thing if it was Alexandre who had issued this challenge… But where had

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

I presume?"