Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3005

On the walls of Abyss City, Nyx watched Andrew fighting two opponents at once. Her delicate hands were gripping her blue-glowing daggers tightly.

She was worried, though she knew it was probably unnecessary. After all, Andrew was now so powerful that even she could not catch up.

Moreover, he had only just entered the martial god level. Yet, he was unreasonably strong.

Nyx could not make sense of it.

Perhaps it had something to do with his omni-constitution. Plus, he carried the powers of the werewolf clan, the vampire clan, and even the Cathedral's holy light. All these dark and light elemental forces were concentrated in Andrew's body.

She did not want to think about how the powers could work together so harmoniously. She just knew that from now on, she would follow this man wholeheartedly.

Once, Nyx had thought she would be a free swift, soaring across thousands of miles. She loved swifts as those birds that could migrate thousands of miles, to the farthest western lands, crossing mountains, seas, and oceans throughout their lives, forever on a journey.

Nyx had felt she was that kind of person.

Except for Reginald, she would not stop for anyone. Life was already sad and lonely enough. Back then, she just wanted to be a lone bird, seeing all the sights of the world before finally falling into a peaceful, eternal sleep.

But then she met a man who was even younger than she, who later forcibly claimed her.

At first, Nyx was confused, angry, and even wanted to teach Andrew a lesson. Gradually, however, she became lost in him. She had to admit, this guy was captivating.

She had fallen for him.

So much so that now, his every move filled her with endless concern. Whenever Andrew was not in her sight for even a moment, she felt utterly empty.

Knox and Juno had all noticed this.

Kass quickly flipped through the Sacred Scripture, and his face took on a solemn expression as he began praying again.

He pointed a finger, and immediately, a golden lightning bolt struck down from the sky toward Andrew.

With the help of sacred relics, Cathedral fighters could, to a certain extent, borrow their Lord's power.

Andrew still had not figured out where exactly this power came from. However, he absolutely did not believe there was truly a deity behind Lomuia Grand Cathedral. If that were really the case, that deity would only need a single glance to reduce all the Wastelands' factions to ashes.

With a low roar, Andrew raised his greatsword high above his head. A storm of blood-red energy swirled around the blade, making it look as if Andrew had suddenly grown hair dozens of yards long.

Dark red energy surged from within him, pouring into the greatsword. Andrew had never felt better. His pupils naturally shifted to a black-red hue, eerie and tinged with a subtle hint of malevolence.