Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3118

Arya spoke in a low, firm voice, "Lysander, go back and inform the Archbishop. This is the moment to launch the army."

Lysander exclaimed in shock, "Arya, what about you?"

Arya looked toward a distant hilltop, where Andrew stood alone.

At the same moment Arya looked over, Andrew also turned his gaze toward her. Their eyes met in midair, and hostility began to boil between them.

"I'm going to do what I must do: to purge evil."

Arya snorted coldly as her white holy sword flared with light, and she charged straight at Andrew.

Lysander froze. As he followed Arya's charge, he finally saw Andrew clearly. He was both stunned and deeply confused.

Could it be that the Highland Tribe warriors were brought here by Andrew?

Arya's attack immediately infuriated Andrew. He shouted, "Get out of my way! I don't have time to waste with you!"

Arya's face remained expressionless. "Andrew, light and darkness can't coexist. Your body contains energies from all sides: vampires, werewolves, and even our holy power. I don't know what kind of existence you are, but I absolutely cannot allow a menace like you to exist in this world."

Andrew laughed coldly and retorted sarcastically, "Archangel, what you really mean is that you're afraid I'll continue growing stronger and threaten the Cathedral, right? It's common knowledge that holy light can only be wielded by faithful believers. But now, for me, it's a piece of cake!

"This is something even your Pope probably can't figure out, much less you. But you were taught by the Pope and follow one principle: anything you don't understand, anything unfamiliar, must be eliminated. After all, for the Lomuia Grand Cathedral folks, no threat can be allowed to exist, even if that threat isn't actually evil. You don't care about that, do you?"

The Cathedral's army had already begun its advance.

Arya had to stop Gaston first for the sake of the Cathedral. Otherwise, with a single strike, he could kill more than a dozen of their soldiers.

Andrew remained standing proudly on the mountain ridge, tilting his head up as he watched the Arya fly across the sky.

The golden armor on Arya's body was strikingly beautiful. Beneath the armor, her flawless legs faintly showed.

Bathed in white holy light, Arya looked like a true angel descending into the mortal world. She was both sacred and overwhelmingly authoritative, and every movement she made was perfection itself.