Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3107

Andrew's great sword, wreathed in holy light, slashed out repeatedly.

However, the strikes landing on the giant wolf had no effect. Or rather, the effect was negligible, only burning the giant wolf's fur, causing no real harm. Despite his massive size, his speed and agility remained undiminished.

As Ragnar charged, Andrew slid low across the ground, passing beneath his belly. He thought he had escaped, but the massive tail suddenly whipped around.

Andrew could not hold on any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying.

As the giant, savage wolf walked toward him step by step, deep footprints sank into the ground.

Andrew lay face down on the ground, motionless. Unseen by anyone, a blood-red lightning bolt sparked from the palm gripping his sword.

At first, it was just a tiny electric spark. But gradually, the spark grew to the size of a hand with a crackling sound.

It was Primordial Thunder.

The giant wolf, slowly walking forward to devour Andrew, suddenly stopped. For reasons it could not explain, a sense of danger surged in its heart. Yet across a thousand years of life, slaughter had been carved into its instincts, and fear had appeared only a handful of times.

As Ragnar shook his head, the faint unease was buried once more. He opened his massive jaws, leapt into the air, and came crashing down, ready to erase Andrew completely.

Before Andrew even stood up, blood-red lightning surged from Godslayer. Then, a towering crimson beam of light shot skyward, striking directly into the descending giant wolf's body.

The strike landed squarely on the beast's abdomen.

Ragnar, a Werewolf Progenitor, was effectively immortal. However, being immortal did not mean having no weaknesses. The abdomen of his true wolf form was one of the softer points.

Primordial Lightning could even kill Fenrir, the First Werewolf Progenitor. So, how could Ragnar withstand it?

A piercing, agonized howl burst from Ragnar's jaws.

Andrew's body slid across the ground for hundreds of feet before shooting into the air, his face ice cold with a trace of ruthlessness.

Once again, his sword tip was wreathed in crimson thunder as it violently struck down.

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