Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2988

"The Lord said that those who remained stubborn and refused to repent would eventually…"

In the air above the battlefield, Kass' prayer suddenly halted. He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of fresh blood burst out.

Both Lysander and Makhaylus sensed it simultaneously. Their expressions changed instantly as they realized Kass' injuries had finally flared up, revealing the consequences of forcing himself onto the battlefield.

"Makhaylus, let's return to the archbishop's side," Lysander ordered coldly.

Although they were both among the Cathedral's 12 angels, his rank was higher than that of Makhaylus'.

Even though Lysander looked no older than 18, his true age was already close to 100.

Makhaylus charged across the battlefield with heavy strides, quickly moving to support Kass. Garal gripped his broken battle axe, initially wanting to pursue. However, he himself had already been thoroughly intimidated by Kass' power.

With fear in his heart, he chose the conservative approach. He would retreat back to the city wall and secure their victory first.

Lysander shouted his orders, "Warriors of the Light, fall back!"

Below Abyss City, the white-armored soldiers immediately withdrew in an orderly formation.

Garal's face darkened as he roared, "Attack! Don't let them leave so easily!"

Unfortunately, Abyss City's warriors had suffered heavy casualties, and the remaining slaves had absolutely no combat training whatsoever. Therefore, no one went in pursuit.

This made Garal absolutely furious, and he bellowed at the Dragonfang members, "All of you from Dragonfang, are you deaf? I'm ordering you to attack. Spare nothing! Even if you die in battle, you will chase them down!"

Juno, Petra, and the others' faces darkened. However, their ingrained discipline kept them silent. Instead, they looked toward Andrew in unison and waited for his command.

He growled, "Why did you not follow my orders just now? Why did you not strike together with Governor Garal and surround Kass? You had such a perfect opportunity, and you threw it away. Do you think I don't have the guts to kill you?"

He looked like he wanted to devour someone alive.

Garal frowned slightly but said nothing. He could understand Prescott's anger because he also felt that Dragonfang deserved a lesson. During the earlier clash, Dragonfang had clearly held back and had not fought to the death, which was something he could not accept.

Prescott roared again, "Answer me!"

Andrew suddenly smiled. "Are you done talking?"

Prescott froze, his eyes narrowing dangerously, filled with violent intent. "Little punk, do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you? I might as well tell you this. Without Reginald holding the line, Dragonfang only has Nyx, who is truly dangerous. As for you and the rest, in my eyes, you are nothing but trash."