Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3063

Franz clicked his tongue. "Impressive, no doubt. The Ludendorff family's core force, the Black Knight Legion, has always been the nightmare of every faction in the Wastelands. It seems that they really live up to their reputation."

Andrew said calmly, "Mr. Hearst, you, Petra, and Knox must hold the city gate. As long as you hold the line below, then up here, with me, Nyx, and Juno, Prescott and the others won't gain even an inch."

A figure shot up from the distance and rushed into the sky, then instantly exploded into a massive swarm of bats that shrieked as they swept toward Abyss City.

Andrew raised his hand, and Godslayer was already in his grip. He added, "I'll deal with Prescott first. Nyx, you prevent Garal and Cyril from launching sneak attacks!"

Nyx replied, "Understood!"

Charging from the wall, Andrew leaped into the air and struck down with his sword. The massive blade energy crashed into the bat swarm, triggering waves of shrieks.

Finally, Prescott's blood-red figure materialized in the air.

When enemies met again, hatred flared instantly. "Andrew, you will die today!"

Andrew's face remained blank. "You weren't my match back then, and you're only weaker now. Prescott, this is your second chance in life, isn't it? I advise you to crawl back and find some hole to hide in. Otherwise, this will be your last life!"

Prescott smiled, revealing two long fangs as he bared his teeth at Andrew. "Andrew, you'll pay the price for your arrogance! Blood River Fury!"

As he roared, his hands swept wildly toward Andrew. Immediately, two crimson rivers formed from his blood energy and surged toward Andrew.

Andrew launched three consecutive sword strikes. The blood river surged like ocean waves, but the river remained completely unharmed and still crashed down toward Andrew.

His brow furrowed, and his figure flashed like lightning, appearing right in front of Prescott. He struck out with a palm, and Prescott's body exploded.

Laughter echoed through the sky. "Andrew, it's useless. I'm not an ordinary vampire convert. What I received is the true power of the vampire progenitor. Every cell in my body has become part of the blood. If you want to kill me, you'll need to find where my true form is."

Nonetheless, that did not matter now. What mattered was that Prescott now seemed impossible to kill.

If that were the case, how would the Ludendorff family deal with his existence in the future?

If Prescott turned against them and tried to become the head of the Ludendorff family, where would that leave Raiden and Ramon?

Garal said in a deep voice. "Cyril, prepare to strike! Don't overthink things. At least for now, Prescott is greatly beneficial to us!"

Cyril nodded. "Garal, you're right. The current Prescott no longer fears Andrew. It's the perfect opportunity for the Ludendorff family to reclaim Abyss City!"

As his words fell, the two martial gods attacked together.