Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2963

Realizing he had been tricked, Viktor let out a furious roar as his massive claws slammed forward. By his estimation, this human should have had his skull crushed instantly.

However, the greatsword in the man's hands swung wide and powerful, and it was impossibly sharp. In a single stroke, it sliced straight through Viktor's werewolf flesh.

Blood gushed out as Viktor howled in pain, seeing stars. He crashed headfirst into the muddy water with a loud thud, then immediately rolled back up.

Viktor's remaining eye burned crimson as it locked onto Andrew, filled with pure rage and malice. He roared, quickly proving himself worthy of being a Wolf Lord. Even heavily injured, he unleashed a crushing offensive.

Andrew's eyes turned cold, calm without a trace of warmth. Rather than clashing head-on with this berserk werewolf, he kept dodging.

The crazed werewolf shattered tree after tree in the swamp, leaving devastation everywhere.

Midair, Andrew twisted his waist to an extreme degree. He slipped past Viktor's tearing claws, flipped, and landed squarely on the wolf's shoulder. Without hesitation, Andrew's Godslayer plunged straight down.

The blade slid in without resistance, plunging between Viktor's shoulder and arm. Flesh split apart, and a thunderous scream of pain erupted.

Already heavily injured, Viktor completely lost what little reason he had left. Howling madly, he thrashed and charged after Andrew in a killing frenzy.

Andrew sneered as he dragged the greatsword behind him and continued retreating. He weaved between trees, skimmed low across the ground, then suddenly sprang upward again.

The werewolf pursued in madness, always a step behind and unable to land a hit.

At last, Viktor's final shred of sanity told him he could not continue. If this went on, he would surely die, as this cunning human was draining his last reserves of strength.

After roaring twice in frustration, Viktor turned and fled. However, rushing straight toward him was a black blur.

Nyx had been waiting all along, and now the moment had come. Twin daggers flared with a dark blue sheen as her right hand drove one deep into the werewolf's neck. Her left hand followed, viciously plunging the blade straight into his massive skull.

At some point, a dark moon had climbed to the center of the sky. Facing the moon, Viktor let out an agonized howl beyond despair, as the light in his eyes faded completely. Then, his enormous body collapsed, falling like a mountain of flesh.

Disgust twisted Nyx's face as she yanked her daggers free, bringing forth large gouts of blood. Then, she landed in front of Viktor's corpse.

Andrew grunted in pain and was instantly drenched in blood.

Nyx froze for a split second, then charged forward without a second thought. "Andrew!"

Andrew's face twisted into something ferocious. He roared as blood gushed from his arms once more. With sheer force, he pried Viktor's massive jaws apart using both hands.

The werewolf shrieked in pain as his body twisted and thrashed.

Andrew locked his grip on the fangs, and a violent surge of power exploded from within him. After that, he threw his shoulders outward with brutal force.

His arms tore in opposite directions.

Viktor's mouth was ripped apart, split left and right in a horrific tearing motion. The once-dominant and unstoppable Wolf Lord met his end in such a humiliating way, killed by Andrew himself.

Nyx's expression turned savage as she suddenly screamed. Even after confirming Viktor was truly dead, she leapt onto his head and stabbed her dagger into his skull, only to pull it out and repeat the process, again and again.