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!

had never been opened to them incinerated to ash. A City they hadn't been deemed worthy to step foot into had suddenly been

to charge. He continued to stand before the army, his chest wide, his back straight, his gaze cold and

moment, a figure suddenly began to appear out of the blazing fires as though they weren't there to begin with. When this figure

ripped, dirtied and ragged. His hair

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 single person atop the wall before their attack. And now… there was this odd

man stumbled over the rocks before dropping down

sitting. The crackles and pops that sounded from his action were so loud that they carried

make those of the army take this

coughed, slinking his hair back and spitting

hand. Despite the fact they had been observing him from beginning to end, no one had been able to pick up on

there was not a single spatial treasure on the man's body. It was

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

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, hurry

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

sat on his horse not 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 rare for the supposed

to get a shot at taking out an important member of the opposing army with the least amount of hassle. It was also a good chance to lower the momentum

it was Alexandre who had issued this challenge… But where had this homeless man come from? Who was he to challenge their

held out a hand before Rollan could say anything. He simply walked

Swift, I presume?" Leonel