Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3133

If the opportunity arose, Gaston would not mind draining Jorge's blood and absorbing his abilities, thereby ascending to become a progenitor himself.

Jorge scoffed and said, "Andrew seems pretty fed up with being bullied by the Cathedral. He seized Abyss City, and the Cathedral has definitely been unhappy about it for a long time. The two sides have clashed before. If it weren't for our Dark army keeping the Cathedral too busy to deal with him, Abyss City would've been destroyed ages ago!"

Gaston nodded. "That makes sense. So, are you saying that Andrew can't sit still anymore? The Cathedral is likely planning to move against the Abyss City, so he's reaching out to us to strike first."

Jorge pondered for a moment, then said coldly, "That's one possibility, but not necessarily the only one. Either way, this little schemer is incredibly cunning, and we can't simply trust him."

Gaston asked, "But what if he actually does what he said and attacks the Cathedral first?"

Jorge grinned menacingly. "Then whatever tricks or conspiracies Andrew is playing won't matter anymore. We and the werewolves will immediately throw everything we have at the Cathedral's army. As long as we destroy the Cathedral's forces, even if Andrew gains some small benefits from this, I can easily eliminate him afterward."

Gaston smiled. "Wise as expected, Progenitor. I'll spread the word to prepare to strike at any moment."

Jorge grunted in approval, then added, "I'm going to visit the werewolves and meet with Ragnar. I haven't seen that old friend in several hundred years. I heard he recently suffered a major defeat at the hands of the Highland Tribe. The werewolves are becoming more and more useless.

"Once the Wastelands are pacified, we should consider wiping them all out and occupying Dark Sacred Mountain, just like thousands of years ago, enslaving that filthy race!"

Gaston licked his lips. "If that day comes, I'd be happy to lead the charge!"

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Morning came in the blink of an eye.

When the sky was still dim with early light, the Abyss City army had already fully assembled.

Andrew gave the order, the city gates opened, and the army marched out first. He himself stood fully armed on the city wall, his greatsword planted beside him.

Nyx asked quietly, "Will this really work with the vampires?"

Andrew smiled slightly. "Not necessarily."

Andrew chuckled. "When you come back to Holtrien with me, you'll find out. You're all precious to me."

Nyx pouted. "More like we're all your forbidden treasures, your playthings, you greedy man."

With that, she turned and left. Franz walked over and said in a low voice, "As you requested, we made quite a spectacle of leaving the city. Plus, Petra deliberately took some people and circled around the outskirts."

Andrew gave a cold laugh. "Good. Now, let's march toward Throne City. It's time to put an end to this war in the Wastelands."

Franz nodded firmly. "Understood."

It was not until the entire army of over ten thousand had marched out that Andrew finally leaped down from the wall and followed behind them.

Before leaving, Andrew glanced westward. That was where the Cathedral's camp was located. It appeared completely still, showing no reaction whatsoever. However, he believed Arya would not just sit by and watch.

That crazy woman would probably come looking for him immediately, and that was exactly what Andrew wanted, for her to come stirring up trouble.