Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3022

Andrew remained utterly calm as he faced Kaelan's overwhelming assault. He swung his sword again, the blade cutting straight toward his enemy.

Kaelan's massive body surged forward with terrifying speed. Wave after wave of devastating sword energy sliced past his body, yet none could harm him in the slightest. Whenever he could not dodge, a thin protective barrier materialized around him.

This energy shield looked fragile, but it effortlessly deflected Andrew's attacks every single time. It was like striking a slippery membrane because the sword energy simply bounced off.

Andrew's combat instincts were razor-sharp, and he immediately narrowed his eyes, recognizing the pattern.

A dull thud rang out, and Andrew's greatsword struck again, this time landing squarely on Kaelan's enormous wolf head. However, a violent recoil instantly knocked the blade aside.

From Kaelan's massive jaws came a deafening roar, the sonic blast hammering directly into Andrew's eardrums. His vision went black, and his body felt like it had been hit by a charging tank.

Andrew coughed up a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying over 400 feet backward like a cannonball.

Nyx's face filled with alarm. After ripping off a werewolf's arm, she shot forward, her dagger's tip gleaming with a cold, deadly light. The blade struck Kaelan's neck with a sharp clink, but even that could not pierce the massive werewolf's defenses.

"It's useless, Nyx. Even with you added to the mix, you're nowhere near a match for me!"

Kaelan's arrogant voice boomed across the wasteland. His muscles bulged as he swatted at Nyx.

Nyx's figure flickered, reappearing in the distance with an icy expression before charging at Kaelan once more. In an instant, she unleashed her full power.

Kaelan's body was struck at least 100 times in rapid succession. But just like before, none of the attacks managed to inflict any real damage.

Nonetheless, Andrew refused to accept defeat. He gently grasped Nyx's hand and whispered, "Fall back a bit. I'm going to try one more time."

Nyx pressed her lips together. "He won't be able to stop us if we try to leave. Andrew, you've just reached the martial god level. There's no need to fight him to the death right now."

Andrew wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his smile gradually turned bloodthirsty and savage. "You're right. If we leave now, he definitely can't stop me. But Nyx, for some reason, looking at this massive beast makes me crave blood. Don't worry. If things go south, I'll retreat, and we'll leave together. But right now, I need to try one more time."

Without waiting for Nyx to protest further, Andrew gripped his greatsword and launched himself forward again. This time, black and crimson hues slowly flooded his pupils. The corners of his eyes pulled back slightly, similar to how vampires transformed when their bodies began to change.

At the same time, his body, hidden beneath his clothes, underwent a subtle change. Tiny scales pushed out from beneath his skin and spread across his entire body. The fingers gripping the sword hardened, and his nails grew sharp and claw-like.

The towering werewolf standing proudly on the plain suddenly felt an indescribable pressure crashing down on him.