Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2982

These few dozen men were all slaves from Abyss City, and they could not even be called warriors. Every single one had dull, empty eyes, quietly waiting for death.

Andrew walked ahead, his expression dark and unreadable. He could not save everyone's fate, but as long as he took down Abyss City, he would order all the slaves within the city to be set free.

Nyx and the others climbed up onto the city wall. There, they saw that Andrew, leading just a handful of men, had already encountered Cathedral's forces.

"Your Highness, isn't this going a bit too far?" Franz asked in a deep voice, clearly angry.

Prescott said flatly, "If you're not happy about it, you can go join him."

Franz said nothing more. This made Prescott sneer, thinking Franz had gotten scared.

Looking at Nyx, he smiled and asked, "What? Worried now?

Nyx kept her cold gaze fixed on Andrew and shook her head. "No. Andrew will be fine."

Prescott felt a bit irritated, "How can you be so sure? The Cathedral's small advance unit may not have many people, but Andrew's group is even weaker."

Nyx replied coldly, "At least he has the courage and the sense of responsibility. It's much better than certain people who cower behind the city walls, putting on a show."

Prescott's face darkened, "Nyx, don't get too cocky. I'm not doing this to target Andrew. I need him to probe the Cathedral's strengths and weaknesses. You're all sheltering in Abyss City, and you should at least do something to pull your weight."

Nyx said flatly, "I never said we wouldn't do anything. Anyway, watch closely and see how Andrew carries out your orders."

Prescott's eyes darkened. He was waiting to see if Andrew could even make it back. However, his eyes gradually widened in shock.

The dozen or so slaves from Abyss City had already been shot down without making a single wave. Yet, Andrew was still fighting. His greatsword swept in all directions, using a fighting style that traded injury for injury.

Prescott snorted. "Wait a little longer. Wait, what is he doing?"

Suddenly, Prescott noticed Andrew doing something to the bodies of the fallen Cathedral warriors.

With his greatsword, he methodically hacked apart each corpse.

At first, the Cathedral's remaining warriors were just filled with righteous anger, and all rushed forward. However, Andrew withstood them again and continued desecrating the Cathedral warriors' corpses. Then, it triggered a chain reaction.

At the edge of the horizon, a white tide began surging toward Abyss City. The Cathedral's Vindicators, without warning, began advancing with overwhelming momentum.

Prescott slammed his fist on the battlement and shouted, "Damn it! Someone notified Governor Garal that the Cathedral's main army is suddenly mobilizing! The great battle may break out early; all troops on standby!"

After giving the order, he spun around abruptly to face the Dragonfang group.