Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2909

A steady stream of Abyss City soldiers flooded into the restaurant. Without exception, everyone who rushed inside ended the same way.

After a burst of frantic screams, everything fell completely silent. Outside, the lieutenant colonel in charge was grim.

He jumped down from the armored vehicle and roared, "Move!"

The two guards in front, drenched in sweat, immediately stepped aside. The lieutenant colonel carried a massive heavy machine gun and walked to the restaurant entrance. Then, he locked the trigger down without hesitation.

A violent stream of fire poured into the restaurant like a storm, and everything in its path was shredded to pieces.

Andrew sat calmly on a chair on the first floor, one leg crossed over the other. The Godslayer rested right beside his hand. Faced with the incoming machine gun fire, he did nothing but raise a hand and draw a protective barrier in front of him.

At this point, he could freely channel the Holy Light and the power of his ancestors. Even anti-aircraft guns or grenade launchers would not scratch him, let alone a mere machine gun.

This was the terror of high-level warriors, and Andrew was no ordinary high-level warrior.

With a sharp crack, the machine gun in the lieutenant colonel's hands suddenly went dead.

The barrel had overheated and burst.

"Dammit!" Cursing, the lieutenant colonel tossed the weapon aside and strode toward Andrew.

He lifted a leg and swept it straight at Andrew's head.

Andrew looked at him indifferently and struck first despite moving second, punching straight into the lieutenant colonel's chest.

With a violent cough, blood sprayed from the man's mouth as shock filled his face. He was one of the top three fighters in Abyss City. He was at the Marquis level, and even if he was only comparable to that of an early-stage martial emperor, he was still a martial emperor, not some nobody.

The lieutenant colonel's courage shattered as he screamed, "Who the hell are you? Our City Lord is an elder of the Ludendorff family. You'll pay the price for acting so brazenly in the Abyss City."

Andrew looked at him calmly. "Do you want to live, or do you want to die?"

The lieutenant colonel's face turned paper white. "I want to live."

Andrew nodded. "Then get lost, and I won't kill you. But you need to bring your city lord here. I heard his name is Garal Ludendorff, right?"

The man's heart skipped a beat, knowing Andrew was not someone to mess with because he had even investigated the city lord's name and still dared to run wild in Abyss City.

Garal answered, "Understood."

After hanging up, his expression turned cold. He summoned his servants, put on his battle armor, and took up the bloodstained warhammer he had used in 30 years of campaigns in the outer territories.

Garal did not even summon any attendants to follow him. Instead, he jumped into an SUV and floored it toward Andrew's location.

This was his territory, and although he had already notified family headquarters to send reinforcements, Garal felt he would get there first and smash Andrew's skull in.

Two minutes later, Garal arrived at the restaurant surrounded by troops.

The lieutenant colonel, barely holding onto consciousness, staggered forward. "Sir, the man is inside. You…"

Garal slapped a hand onto his head and shoved him. "Get out of my way."

Then, with powerful strides, he charged into the restaurant with the warhammer in hand. The soldiers waiting outside heard the first massive impact.

The next instant, the entire roof of the restaurant was blown violently into the air.