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!

like drums of liberation. 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 worthy

He continued to stand before the

to appear out of the blazing fires as though they weren't there to begin with. When this figure became clearer, many began to look on with frowns

on the streets for several months. His clothes were beaten, ripped, dirtied and ragged. His hair could only be described as

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

rocks before

he had spent far too long sitting. The crackles and pops that sounded from his action were so loud that

the army take

hair back and spitting at the

they had been observing him from beginning to end, no one had been

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

man's action of sweeping his hair back revealed a devilishly 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 deterrent

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

issuing a challenge? Or were they

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

important member of the opposing army with the

thing if it was Alexandre who

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

Swift, I