Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2986

In the distance, the Cathedral's army command center was set up in a massive white tent.

Kass was bare-chested, his muscular frame clearly defined. However, at this moment, he still bore significant injuries. His battle with Viktor had taken its toll. Moreover, using the Cathedral's sacred relic, the Sacred Scripture, also came at a cost.

"Why is our progress so much slower than at Storm City?"

Watching the battlefield, especially the city gates of Abyss City that refused to fall, Kass paced back and forth, growing increasingly agitated. When they had attacked Storm City, they had not faced such strong resistance.

Of the 12 angels, two were currently present in the tent.

One of them wore white robes, his handsome face forever bearing a charming smile. He asked, "Should we intervene?"

Beside him, a massive figure rumbled in agreement, "Give the order."

It was one of the Twelve Angels, the Angel of Might.

Within the Cathedral, Cardinals ranked lower than Angels in status. However, in terms of actual authority, things were different.

The 12 angels served the Pope and the Lord directly and were considered the closest to the Pope. Their status was naturally higher. However, military campaigns, administration, and the care of believers were mainly handled by the Cardinals.

Therefore, the position of battlefield commander fell upon Kass.

"Wait a little longer and observe," Kass said. Though known for his toughness, he was also prone to impatience. Still, he restrained himself for now and chose to wait.

Yet at Abyss City's gates, aside from corpses continuing to pile up, there was still no sign of the gates being breached. This gradually transformed Kass' irritation into rage and anxiety.

The Angel of Might, the massive figure, was also losing patience. "Kass, our men are dying out there. If you don't give the order, then I'll act on my own. These blasphemers deserve to burn in hell!"

Kass replied in a deep voice, "Makhaylus, wait a bit longer!"

Makhaylus Wells roared, "What are we waiting for? If His Excellency Mephiston finds out you've been this negligent, you'll be punished for sure when we return!"

Kass remained unmoved, simply removing the bandages from his body one by one.

Lysander's white robe flapped violently in the wind. "Prince Prescott, my Lord's light will cleanse your sinful life."

With that, he slammed into Abyss City's massive wall.

Prescott was both shocked and furious. "You bastard! You're asking for death!"

He leaped down from the wall, and the two clashed in midair.

At the city gate, Makhaylus charged forward like a battering ram. He collided head-on with Petra.

Both were towering figures over two meters tall, glaring at each other, both relying on raw strength.

With a dull crash, Petra was forced several steps back.

Meanwhile, Makhaylus' eyes went wide as he raised his right hand, forming a massive palm strike aimed straight at the city gate.