Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3287

Andrew chuckled. "Oh? It's unbecoming of my position? Then tell me, how should I be carrying myself? Cormac, don't be in such a hurry. After Guillermo, it'll be you and the rest of the Cavendish royal family. If the Cavendish family doesn't obey my orders, I'll wipe them out completely."

Cormac was absolutely furious. "Are you really trying to become the absolute ruler of Holtrien, a dictator?"

Andrew said indifferently, "If that's how you want to understand it, that's fine by me. Why would I need to explain my actions to a defeated opponent like you?"

Cormac ground his teeth, humiliated to the extreme. Even so, he did not dare make a move. Chet was already seriously wounded. After rushing over to provide backup, he was struck once and nearly died on the spot.

This whole situation could only be described as utterly absurd, truly the worst luck imaginable. If Cormac fought or tried to escape now, Chet would fall into Andrew's hands, and without a doubt, he would be torn to pieces.

"That's about enough. It's time to send you on your way." Andrew crouched down and smiled. "So, do you have any last words you'd like to share?"

Guillermo clutched his hollow eye sockets and hissed venomously, "Andrew, you have no idea about my origins. Very soon, you'll die miserably too."

Andrew shrugged. "You're talking about Wyrmhelm, right? Forget about whether he'd even dare come after me; if he does, I'll cut him down too. Besides, he's entered the Veiled Paradise, and whether he's even still alive is anyone's guess."

Guillermo laughed miserably, his entire body suddenly relaxing as he lay on the ground, allowing Andrew to do as he pleased. He had no strength left, not even enough to move a finger.

He murmured, "60 years of controlling the tides, 60 years as a master strategist… I was meant for a greater height, but alas, heaven willed it otherwise."

Andrew's sword pierced through his skull. Clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. Then, with a kick, he sent the corpse flying.

He said flatly, "It's not heaven's will. It's that I wouldn't let you go. Someone like you is more like a cockroach. You're nowhere near worthy of anything."

Cormac felt a chill spreading through his heart as he watched how Holtrien's national advisor had been killed just like that.

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