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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 2621

Reginald remained unmoved and simply asked, “What’s wrong? Are you scared?” Guillermo roared, “Speak! Or I’ll bury you right here in Holtrien, right now.” Reginald showed nothing but disdain. He even stepped forward personally to straighten Guillermo’s collar. He simply said, “Mr. Vazquez, you’ve always been a meticulous man, demanding perfection in every aspect of yourself. Your collar is a mess. Don’t get so worked up, because you’re still just human. You’re not God. Human power, after all, has its limits.

“No matter how hard people try, no matter how well they present themselves, they can never truly be perfect. Although we’re all hypocrites, calling the final realm of martial arts the ‘martial god’. He scoffed and added, “Martial god… How fragile must one’s heart be, how greedy must one’s desires be, to deceive oneself like that? Is a martial god truly a god? No. In fact, sometimes, a martial god is just cattle, just livestock. That’s why there’s something beyond that. Just reaching that level nearly shattered my soul in endless agony.

—- “Old bastard, that’s why your rage and threats don’t work on me anymore… Because you can’t kill me. There are those who can kill me, sure. But then we won’t be playing chess anymore. It’ll be mutual destruction, everyone going down together!” When Reginald called him “old bastard”, his voice dripped with chilling coldness. His eyes, without him even realizing it, had become ice-cold as he faced off against Guillermo. Guillermo’s lips trembled. Finally, he snorted coldly. “You can escape, but Andrew, that child of destiny you believe in, won’t be able to move an inch.

With your precedent, there won’t be any more rebels on my chessboard.” Reginald shook his head. “I already told you, Andrew isn’t a chess piece. He’s just standing within your chessboard, that’s all. I learned from you. Whatever chess-playing skills you have, I have the same. In fact, my skills now might have already surpassed yours. So, Mr. Vazquez, stop being so stubborn. “The third seal on Andrew’s energy core? He will surely break it. And when he does, he’ll flip your chessboard over.

Then he’ll use this greatsword in my hand to stab it into your heart.” He laughed and continued, “Godslayer really is a wicked sword, definitely nothing righteous about it. If it’s stabbed into the heart of a powerhouse like you, I guarantee not a single drop of blood will spill out. It’ll all be absorbed by the sword.” —- Guillermo paused mid-step, then walked alone toward a side path The mentor and student were now enemies, parted ways just like that. He said, “You should worry about how you’re going to get out of Holtrien first.” Reginald chuckled. “Let me guess who you sent.

First off, it’s gotta be that snake, Julius Bowen. That damn guy never quits. When I get the chance, I’m not playing any more mind games. I’ll rip his energy core right out and crush it in my hands. “As for the second one, probably that old man from Sorya, Waylon Sloani. Persistent bastard. Still dreaming of controlling the world at his age. Too bad that when it’s one-on-one, he’s scared of death. Two-on-one, he fights like a madman. Three-on- one, he might actually win.” Reginald hefted the massive sword and started toward the forest’s edge.

Beyond that line lay the chaotic frontier, a no man’s land. He knew that waiting for him out there were not just Julius and Waylon. Guillermo was his mentor, after all, and Reginald knew exactly how his mentor’s mind worked. Whatever you could imagine, Guillermo would plan for. Whatever you could not imagine, he —- would prepare for that too. It was like when you got caught misbehaving at school, and you would think you would only get a scolding at home. Instead, your parents would team up on you and ground you. Then, your teacher and the principal would pile on the next day.

That was Guillermo’s way of playing chess; always overkill, always ten moves ahead, until his opponent had no way to survive. Nonetheless, Reginald had learned the game too, and now, he was a master. His skill was no less than Guillermo’s. “Forget Waylon and Julius… Even if you join them yourself, I can still kill every one of you,” he muttered. No one heard those words but the wind. Reginald slung the sword over his shoulder, not in a hurry to leave Holtrien. His first task was to find Andrew and hand over the Godslayer.

The father and son’s meeting was brief, mainly because they could not find much to say for the moment. “Take care,” they said to each other. —- Two simple words carried more emotion than a thousand speeches. Valerie frowned. “Andrew, why didn’t you talk to Mr. Lloyd Senior alittle more?” Andrew smiled. “There’s nothing to say. Sometimes, men don’t need sentimental words; they just need trust. Soon, I’ll make sure he can walk into Holtrien whenever he wants… and walk out just as freely.” Luna smiled softly. “I believe you can.” Valerie hesitated, then sighed.

“Fine, I believe you too.” Andrew laughed. “Well, look at that… You two are actually getting along.” A chilling voice cut through the air from behind them. “Still got time for romance, huh? Hand over that sword, leave your head behind, and maybe I’ll let you back to Chetvine!” Luna and Valerie whipped around in alarm. Andrew turned as well, the enormous Godslayer resting on his shoulder. The rest of the Eastern Region’s elites had caught up, with two martial emperors leading the pack. Luna tensed. “Protect Sheena first!” —- Andrew grinned. “No need to rush.

Dad said there’d be a tail following us. He also said it was Mr. Vazquez’s test. Perfect. Time to let this beauty taste blood.” Then, he swung the sword, and the slaughter began. In that instant, Andrew could feel that Godslayer was thrilled.