Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2985

Andrew said, "Wouldn't it be better if Dragonfang's skilled fighters harassed the battlefield from other positions?"

Prescott sneered, "Yes, Dragonfang's skilled fighters harassing from other positions would indeed disrupt Cathedral's assault more effectively. However, your earlier performance really upset me. So as punishment, you'll take your people and guard the city gates for me. You'll do that until I'm satisfied."

Andrew turned and left the wall with a bitter expression. In truth, the moment he turned away, the mockery and killing intent in his eyes surged to their peak.

Originally, Andrew had wondered if taking Abyss City should be done more gently. He had even thought about sparing the Ludendorff family from excessive damage. Now, he realized that the idea had been far too naive.

People like Prescott, born into the Ludendorff family, were ruthless and cruel to the core. Just the fact that he had ordered slaves to be used as human shields and sent to their death was enough.

In Andrew's heart, Prescott had already been placed on the death list.

Prescott deliberately forcing Dragonfang's elites to defend the city gate was no different from treating them like expendable animals. Since that was the case, Andrew had even more reason to take Abyss City by force.

"Nyx, if you wish, you can stay on the wall with me," Prescott suddenly said with a smile.

Nyx stood beside Andrew and replied calmly, "No. I choose to stay with my companions."

Prescott's expression darkened. "The city gate does not care who you are. Death is routine there, so think carefully."

Nyx smiled faintly. "Even if I die, dying alongside the people I care about would leave no regrets."

Jealousy nearly boiled over in Prescott's eyes. This woman truly did not know what was good for her.

Andrew ordered quickly, "Petra, Mr. Hearst, you two take the front. Juno and Nyx, your task is to support them from the sides. If they are in danger, you intervene immediately. If they are not, preserve your strength as much as possible."

With a wave of his hand, Petra and Franz charged straight to the front line at the city gate, blocking the Cathedral's most brutal first assault.

Petra, a descendant of giants, wielded a massive war hammer with overwhelming strength. In his other hand, he carried a towering shield nearly as tall as a man.

Franz was fully armed from head to toe, braced like a living fortress.

This battle would weigh heavily on everyone. But if they endured, dawn would follow.

Admiration and affection rippled through Nyx's eyes. Without realizing it, this proud woman had already been completely captured by Andrew, both body and soul.

When facing pressure and danger, he stayed calm, decisive, and unshaken. That presence, always standing at the front, never retreating and never fearing, left her deeply moved and utterly convinced.