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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3133

If the opportunity ever arose, Gaston wouldn’t hesitate to drain Jorge’s blood and absorb his power, ascending to the rank of progenitor himself.

Jorge scoffed. “Andrew is clearly tired of being pushed around by the Cathedral. He seized Abyss City, and the Cathedral has been unhappy about it for a long time. The two sides have already clashed. If our Dark army hadn’t kept the Cathedral too busy to deal with him, Abyss City would’ve been wiped out ages ago.”

Gaston nodded. “That makes sense. So you’re saying Andrew can’t sit still anymore? The Cathedral is probably preparing to move against Abyss City, so he’s reaching out to us to strike first.”

Jorge pondered briefly, then said coldly, “That’s one possibility—but not the only one. Either way, this little schemer is extremely cunning. We can’t simply trust him.”

Gaston asked, “But what if he really does what he said and attacks the Cathedral first?”

Jorge’s grin turned vicious. “Then whatever plots or schemes Andrew is running won’t matter anymore. The werewolves and we will immediately commit everything we have against the Cathedral’s army. Once their forces are destroyed, even if Andrew gains a few minor benefits, I can easily eliminate him afterward.”

Gaston smiled. “Wise as expected, Progenitor. I’ll pass the word and have our forces ready to strike at any moment.”

Jorge grunted in approval, then added, “I’m going to visit the werewolves and meet Ragnar. I haven’t seen that old friend in several hundred years. I heard he recently suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Highland Tribe. The werewolves are becoming more and more useless.”

His voice grew colder. “Once the Wastelands are pacified, we should consider wiping them out entirely and occupying Dark Sacred Mountain—just like thousands of years ago. That filthy race deserves nothing but enslavement.”

Gaston licked his lips. “If that day comes, I’d be honored to lead the charge.”

Morning arrived in the blink of an eye. While the sky was still dim with early light, the Abyss City army had already fully assembled. At Andrew’s command, the city gates opened, and the army marched out first. He himself stood fully armed atop the city wall, his greatsword planted firmly at his side.

Nyx asked softly, “Will this really work with the vampires?”

Andrew smiled faintly. “Not necessarily.”

Nyx frowned. “If it’s not certain, then wasn’t sending Petyr there a waste?”

Andrew shook his head. “Whether it was a waste is uncertain too. Nyx, remember this—human ability has limits. No matter how clever your schemes or how carefully you maneuver, they mean nothing in the face of absolute power. I sent Petyr over there with a ‘might as well try’ mindset.”

He continued calmly, “Of course, it would be ideal if it works. But if it doesn’t, I haven’t really lost anything. A lot of the time, when obstacles stand in our way, all we can do is push forward head-on and fight with everything we have.”

“Schemes and tricks are just embellishments,” he added. “In situations like ours, no amount of plotting will change the outcome.”

Nyx nodded. “I understand. Then we’ll take it one step at a time. When we attack Throne City, I’ll be on the front lines.”

Andrew turned to her, his gaze gentle. “No matter what happens, make sure you put your own safety first.”

Nyx smiled. “I will. Because I know you’ll worry about me.”

Andrew smiled back. “Of course I’ll worry. You’re very important to me.”

Nyx tilted her head and teased with a smile, “What about your lady friends back in Holtrien? How do I compare to them?”

Andrew chuckled. “When you come back to Holtrien with me, you’ll find out. You’re all precious to me.”

Nyx pouted. “More like we’re all your forbidden treasures—your playthings, you greedy man.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

Franz approached and said quietly, “As you instructed, we made a very visible show of leaving the city. Petra also led some people around the outskirts.”

Andrew let out a cold laugh. “Good. Now we march toward Throne City. It’s time to end this war in the Wastelands.”

Franz nodded firmly. “Understood.”

Only after the entire army—more than ten thousand strong—had marched out did Andrew leap down from the wall and follow behind them. Before leaving, he glanced toward the west, where the Cathedral’s camp lay.

It was completely still, showing no reaction at all.

But Andrew was certain Arya wouldn’t simply sit back and watch. That madwoman would come looking for him soon enough—and that was exactly what he wanted.