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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3122

Andrew thrust once, then twice, then a third time into Nyx beneath him. The fair-skinned beauty lay there with her eyes half-closed, soft moans slipping from her lips. After a long while, the storm finally passed. Nyx felt as though her entire body were falling apart. Her thighs, especially, were weak and sore, yet her delicate face held a blissful, satisfied smile. She wrapped her arms around Andrew’s arm and murmured sweetly, “Honey, you’re so amazing.”

Outside, the night ran deep; inside, warmth and lingering passion filled the room.

Andrew’s muscular upper body was fully exposed, his physique sharply defined—lean and powerful rather than bulky like a bodybuilder’s. Before long, Nyx drifted into a deep sleep. Andrew quietly slipped out of bed and stepped onto the balcony.

On a nearby rooftop, someone had been sitting there for some time. When she saw Andrew step out with only a blanket wrapped around his waist, her golden eyes instantly turned cold with killing intent.

Andrew’s expression remained just as impassive as he met her gaze.

The Godslayer lay within easy reach as Arya rose to her feet, her tall figure made even more striking by her golden battle armor. She moved toward Andrew step by step, light and silent, like a hunting cat.

“I don’t want to disturb Nyx,” Arya said coldly. “And I want even less for her to fight to the death for you. If you’re a real man, come with me somewhere else and settle this once and for all.”

Andrew replied icily, “I’ve already told you—I have no grudges with the Cathedral. I’m not the Fallen One you claim I am. I’m not a blasphemer, and I’m certainly not darkness or evil. You keep hounding me relentlessly. Is there something wrong with you?”

A cold gleam flashed through Arya’s eyes. “Whether you are darkness or not, my instincts will tell me. Andrew, I can’t allow you to continue growing stronger.”

Andrew’s patience snapped. “Then get lost. Otherwise, I’ll make you understand just how severe the consequences of your arrogance and recklessness will be.”

Arya let out a cold laugh, contempt flickering across her face. “Pride is a sin I cannot possess. But Andrew, you’re still far from being my match right now. If the Cathedral weren’t locked in a life-or-death struggle with the Dark Clans, with a major war possible at any moment, I would have already purged you from this world.”

Andrew shrugged. “Or maybe it would be you I killed instead.”

Arya’s voice remained indifferent. “Desire between men and women, and those so-called shames, mean nothing to me. I was raised at the Pope’s side. Your words don’t affect me. Even if you stripped right now and exposed that ugly thing in front of me, I wouldn’t care.”

A chill ran through Andrew. He waved her off dismissively. “Get lost. A woman like you—more machine than human—would disgust men even if you looked like an angel.”

Arya’s white holy sword flashed into view, its tip resting beneath Andrew’s chin. “You must die, Andrew. Come with me. We’ll settle your fate quietly, without a fuss. Otherwise, I won’t hold back—even if it breaks Nyx’s heart.”

Andrew sneered. “Setting aside whether you could actually kill me without paying a massive price, do you know how strong the forces under my command are right now? The Highland Tribe warriors answer to me. If something happens to me, Arya, my people won’t care about the Ludendorff family anymore. They won’t care about the Dark Clans either.”

“They’ll have only one thought—to attack the Cathedral army with everything they have. Even if they can’t shake your overall strength, it’ll be more than enough to inflict devastating losses on your forces here in the Wastelands. And when that happens, the Dark Clans and the Ludendorff family will wipe you out effortlessly.”

Arya’s golden eyes narrowed. “You think that kind of threat works on me? Andrew, I’m the Cathedral’s Battle Angel. I fear no battle.”

Andrew snorted. “Fine, then. Go ahead and make your move right now.”

Arya flared with anger. “You.”