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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3119

With a scornful laugh, Andrew withdrew his gaze. To him, Arya was nothing more than a product shaped by the Cathedral—or rather, brainwashed by the old Pope. No matter how flawless she appeared, she was merely a tool of the Lomuia Grand Cathedral.

In fact, when it came to evil, Andrew believed the Cathedral was not much better than the Dark Clans. If not for fame, profit, and ambition, why would it launch an expedition into the Wastelands? All that talk about spreading the Light Lord’s faith was complete nonsense.

In the end, it was simply about satisfying the desires of the Cathedral’s upper echelons and the Pope himself.

A cold glint flashed in Andrew’s eyes, and a savage smile crept across his lips. Arya’s existence was ultimately a serious threat. He had restrained himself from targeting the Cathedral for a long time—partly because he did not want to make such a powerful enemy, and partly because they shared similar goals to a certain extent.

But people who once shared the same goals could turn against each other at any moment.

Everyone had their own principles, their own interests to protect. If that was the case, then no one could blame Andrew for striking without mercy.

The werewolf camp had been completely destroyed. Countless werewolf warriors lay dead across the battlefield, while the few survivors fled in all directions like mindless beasts.

At Andrew’s command, the Highland Tribe warriors immediately ceased fighting and began their withdrawal. The Highland Tribe lived up to its reputation as the finest warriors of the Wastelands. Even amid the carnage, the moment the order was given, they regrouped and retreated with perfect discipline.

Othniel broke off his fight with Kaelan, returned to the ground, and led the troops away.

Seeing his life’s work reduced to ruins, Kaelan’s expression twisted violently. He hissed, “Othniel, I won’t let you escape!”

With a furious howl, his massive wolf form surged forward, charging across the ground in pursuit of the retreating Highland warriors.

Suddenly, a blade of sword light descended from the sky and slammed into the earth before him, forcing him to stop short.

Kaelan’s blood-red eyes snapped upward.

What he saw was a sky filled with descending sword beams.

Every hair on his body stood on end as a life-or-death terror surged through him. He unleashed every ounce of power granted by the werewolf progenitor, holding nothing back. Even so, he was no match for Andrew as he was now—especially after Andrew had obtained Arcturus’s primal power, which had elevated his combat strength to an entirely new realm.

With a howl of agony, Kaelan’s twenty-six-foot-tall wolf body crashed to the ground. Half his head was torn away by the red lightning carried by Godslayer, severed cleanly.

“It’s you!” Kaelan roared venomously.

Trembling, he forced himself upright and reverted to human form. Half his face had been carved away, leaving him grotesque and soaked in blood. Even so, the hatred burning in his eyes—and the deeply buried fear beneath it—were impossible to hide.

Andrew had originally intended to finish Kaelan once and for all. However, in the distance, a black tide surged across the land.

Edmund had arrived, leading his clan onto the battlefield. After the battle at the mountain fortress, they were once again charging into the Wastelands. It was clear the werewolves of Dark Sacred Mountain were growing desperate. If Kaelan fell, the overall strength of the werewolves would plummet, leaving them no choice but to intervene and save him.

Ragnar was nowhere to be seen.

Still, Andrew had no intention of continuing the fight. He sheathed his sword and departed swiftly.

Wasn’t the Cathedral’s army already rushing over to reap the spoils?

Andrew sneered inwardly. He had no intention of staying to accompany them. With Edmund—another werewolf prince—now entering the battlefield, the Cathedral’s advantage was unlikely to last.

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