Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2887

Cyril frowned and said, "Marshall, I expect you to behave properly. I have tolerated your bad habits for a long time, and I find them unbearable."

Marshall withdrew his hand, sniffed his fingers twice, and grinned. "Got it. Don't be upset. It was not easy running into an angel. It'd be a real shame not to have some fun with her first."

Cyril replied coldly, "I will say this one last time: focus, or get the hell out and stop interfering with my work."

Marshall straightened his face and immediately sliced Rosemary's fingertip.

Rosemary cried out in pain as blood flowed. It dripped onto the formation array, and once again, the statue at the altar's end shot out a beam of light directly toward her.

A rare smile finally appeared on Cyril's rigid face. He stepped forward and slowly removed the glove from his hand, then similarly cut his own finger. The beam of light was instantly drawn to him, streaming into his body one after another.

Rosemary watched helplessly, grinding her teeth in fury. However, the crafty Ivory Seraph moved the hand behind her back without thinking.

From the shadow, Andrew saw clearly that Rosemary had produced another white orb, the same kind filled with sacred flame that exploded on contact with air, just like what she had used against the spirit earlier.

Andrew smirked. The so-called angel was never the type to surrender quietly.

"The power of Saint John is truly immense," Cyril said, his expression intoxicated. "From the moment you entered the Outlands, Ms. Clooney, the Ludendorff family had its eyes on you. On the surface, we hunted you. But your true value only revealed itself at this very moment."

He continued, "We only needed to drive you into the Wraith Graveyard, because only the Cathedral's holy blood could unlock Saint John's legacy. You did not disappoint us. The Ludendorff family is about to gain another Dark Saint."

Andrew's heart jolted. A Dark Saint was a powerhouse even higher in rank than a Dark Lord. In other words, the Ludendorff family could use Saint John's power to create someone who transcended humanity, someone at Reginald's level.

Suddenly, Andrew hesitated about whether to intervene.

Letting the Ludendorff family succeed was not his style, and Marshall was already on his kill list anyway. He did not mind ruining the Ludendorff family's plans once more.

But at that moment, Rosemary struck first. The pain vanished from her face in an instant. Her long leg snapped upward, lashing backward through the air.

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