Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3072

Golden waves poured forth from Arya's holy sword. Even from a great distance, anyone could see what looked like a river of golden fire blazing across the Wastelands sky.

"The Archangel has arrived!"

On the Cathedral army's side, Lysander, who was in the middle of his own battle, suddenly whipped his head around in delighted surprise. However, when he saw the equally massive attack coming from her opponent, his expression darkened again.

Andrew, though monstrous in talent, could never be a match for Arya. What he did not know was that fate was a peculiar thing; so bizarre that it far exceeded what any individual's abilities could overcome.

Arya was indeed stronger than Andrew right now, completely overwhelming him in every way, but what would happen in the future was something no one could predict, and it would shock everyone to their core.

"Full assault. Force Kaelan into a decisive battle. From this moment on, the Cathedral will not retreat a single inch and will sweep through the Wastelands with overwhelming force!" Kass' commanding voice rang out across the battlefield.

Tens of thousands of white-armored Vindicators erupted in thunderous roars, their fighting spirit surging tenfold, a hundredfold. All of it was because of Arya's arrival.

In the airspace before Abyss City, two streaks of light chased and clashed at blinding speed.

This exhilarating yet oppressive battle made every cell in Andrew's body tingle with excitement and energy. With a low roar, the Godslayer in his hand came crashing down from above, black and white blade energy intertwining and screaming as they tore toward the golden figure.

Arya's face remained expressionless, as if she would forever stand sacred and inviolable, undefeated, with that detached look of someone to whom nothing in this world mattered.

"Holy Light Art: Purification!" Her voice was crisp and clear, yet flat and mechanical. The three-foot white holy sword began to radiate brilliant light from its tip.

In midair, the body beneath Arya's golden battle armor twisted as she swung her sword with graceful precision. The motion was fluid and beautiful.

Two completely different energies collided, and the entire sky darkened for a moment. Then came a crackling sound like high-voltage electricity as the forces tore at each other, consuming and devouring one another.

The black and white blade energy gradually lost ground and began to recede toward Andrew. Bloodlust ignited in his pupils, and he slashed out another strike, forcing back the white purifying holy light.

On the city wall, Nyx clenched the dagger in her hand. If Arya struck again, she would no longer hold back.

Arya seemed to sense Nyx's focus and the dense killing intent directed at her. Bathed in white holy light, she spoke calmly.

"Nyx, there is only one kind of love in this world. That is the Lord's great love for us believers. The love this devil gives you is nothing but a trap, bait to drag you into the abyss. Even if you intervene, I will still purify him. I know you'll hate me for it, but I'll do it anyway."

With those words, Arya raised her hand, and a golden lightning bolt shot from her holy sword, striking down at the ground below.

But in the next moment, her brow furrowed sharply. For the first time since the battle began, her expression actually changed slightly.

From within the dust cloud below, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly blazed to life.