Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3119

With a scornful laugh, Andrew withdrew his gaze. To him, Arya was just a product molded by the Cathedral, or rather, brainwashed by the old Pope. No matter how perfect, she was merely a tool of Lomuia Grand Cathedral.

To a certain extent, when it came to evil, Andrew felt that Lomuia Grand Cathedral was not much better than the Dark Clans.

If not for fame, profit, and ambition, why would the Cathedral launch an expedition to the Wastelands?

All that talk about spreading the Light Lord's faith was complete nonsense. In the end, it was all about satisfying the desires of the Cathedral's upper echelons and the Pope.

A cold gleam flashed in Andrew's eyes, and a savage smile crept across his lips. Arya's existence was ultimately a huge threat.

Andrew had been restraining himself from going after the Cathedral. On one hand, he did not want to make such a powerful enemy. On the other hand, the Cathedral and he shared similar goals to some degree.

Nonetheless, people who once shared the same goals could turn against each other at any time. Ultimately, everyone had their own principles and their own interests to pursue.

If that was the case, then no one could blame Andrew for striking them without mercy.

The werewolf camp was completely destroyed. Countless werewolf warriors lay dead across the ground. The few survivors, like mindless beasts, had already fled in all directions.

With a single command from Andrew, all Highland Tribe warriors ceased fighting and began to withdraw.

The Highland Tribe truly lived up to their reputation as the most outstanding warriors of the Wastelands. Even while caught up in the bloodshed, the moment Andrew gave the order, they regrouped immediately and retreated in perfect order.

Othniel abandoned his fight with Kaelan, returned to ground level, and led the troops away.

Seeing his life's work and every asset he had reduced to ruin, Kaelan's expression twisted instantly.

He hissed, "Othniel, I won't let you escape!"

With a furious howl, Kaelan's massive wolf form charged across the ground, pursuing the retreating Highland Tribe warriors. However, a sword light descended from the sky and struck the ground in front of him, forcing him to halt abruptly.

His blood-red wolf eyes lifted upward.

It seemed the werewolves at Dark Sacred Mountain were getting desperate, too. If they let Kaelan die, the overall strength of the werewolves would plummet.

Therefore, they had no choice but to intervene and save him.

Ragnar was nowhere to be seen. Still, Andrew had no intention of continuing the fight, so he sheathed his sword and departed swiftly.

Was the Cathedral army not rushing over to reap the spoils?

Andrew sneered inwardly, knowing he would not be staying to accompany them.

Now that Edmund, another werewolf prince, had entered the battle, the Cathedral's advantage was unlikely to hold.

Besides, Arya deserved to suffer a harsh lesson as well.