Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3146

Ramon fell silent for a moment, then strode away to organize the city's defense. His voice drifted back faintly, "If we can't hold it, I won't be as stubborn as you. I believe that as long as you're alive, there's still a chance to recover. Once you're dead, that's it, the end."

Suddenly, a massive artillery shell streaked across the sky and crashed into Throne City.

One explosion after another erupted as a new wave of assault began.

Alonzo lay half-sprawled on the ground, looking up at the artillery fire whistling through the air, and let out a bitter laugh. He knew Andrew would not let this opportunity slip by. Abyss City's forces were nowhere near depleted, and their trump card, the Highland Tribe warriors, had not even been deployed yet.

Alonzo was a veteran powerhouse of the Ludendorff family. Naturally, he was able to see everything clearly. He knew that Andrew had been waiting for precisely this moment.

Nonetheless, seeing clearly did not mean he had a way to deal with it.

The cruelty of this world was exactly this: even if you were smart, cautious, and fully prepared, you could still not escape a doomed ending.

A thunderous roar rose from the south gate of Throne City. The ground shook so violently that it seemed like the entire city would collapse.

An officer rushed over, his face full of panic, to report, "Lord Alonzo, Andrew from Abyss City has launched another attack. This time, it's the Highland Tribe warriors."

Alonzo's face twitched as he struggled to his feet. "Then we fight these savages to the death! Go, concentrate all our forces at the gate. I want Andrew to bleed for every inch he gains!"

The officer laughed bitterly. "Sir, it's no use. The Highland Tribe warriors chose an all-around assault on the city. T-They're attacking from every section of the wall."

Alonzo sucked in a sharp breath, feeling darkness close in as if the sky itself was falling.

Throne City was the greatest city in the Wastelands. If the Highland Tribe warriors were launching an all-around assault, completely ignoring the walls' existence, then it could only mean one thing: these warriors were the elite of the elite, extraordinarily powerful.

Every one of them was comparable to a battle master.

The four powerful warriors all acknowledged the command and began their assault on Throne City's main gate.

Othniel shot into the air, his entire body wreathed in crimson lightning. With a furious roar, his cavalry saber brought forth a towering red radiance and struck Throne City's south gate.

After a slight tearing sound, the south gate collapsed with a thunderous crash.

Andrew waved his hand, and another battalion of warriors besides the Highland Tribe, all looking spirited and ready, launched the final assault. They made their way into Throne City almost effortlessly, massacring the Ludendorff family's fighters along the way.

Even standing outside the city, Andrew could see several tall towers inside Throne City toppling over. Atop the central throne hall, the Ludendorff family's banner erupted in roaring flames, then burned away to nothing.

Screams echoed endlessly.