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!

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

stand before the army, his chest

to appear out of the blazing fires as though they weren't there to begin with. When this figure became

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

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

rocks before dropping down awkwardly before

exaggerated manner as though he had spent far too long sitting. The crackles and pops that sounded from his action were so loud that they carried

to make those of the army take

back

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

a spatial ring, they obviously wouldn't react like this. But, there was not a single spatial

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 as they

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 to fight my lovable bastard

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

on the battlefield but not to the point that they never happened. But, it was rare for the supposed 'stronger'

an important member of the opposing army with the least amount of hassle.

to be issued by those of equivalent status. It was one thing if it was Alexandre who had issued

Rollan could say anything. He simply walked forward, leaving

Swift, I