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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3136

More than a dozen heavy anti-aircraft cannons rumbled to the front lines. Moments later, a relentless rain of shells screamed toward Throne City, shattering the sky with deafening explosions.

Petra pivoted to face the 10,000 warriors arrayed behind him and roared, “All units, prepare yourselves! Once the bombardment ends, launch a full-scale assault!”

Every soldier drew their weapons in unison, movements perfectly synchronized—a display of terrifying discipline. Beside them, 8,000 Highland Tribe warriors stood ready. Initially, the Highland Tribe had only sent 5,000 men to Andrew, but Tobiah had dispatched an additional 3,000 after arriving at Abyss City. This was the sum total of the Highland Tribe’s fighting force; the rest were aged, infirm, or incapable of battle.

Andrew knew the Highland warriors had staked everything on this fight. Each one was an elite, a living weapon. Where their blades and spears pointed, devastation followed. Every loss among them would sting deeply—and he could not afford heavy casualties.

The artillery finally ceased. Throne City’s walls were chaos incarnate—craters, shattered parapets, and toppled artillery installations littered the ramparts. Now came the moment of brutal, unrelenting slaughter.

Petra raised his battle axe high and let out a piercing cry: “Charge!”

He surged forward first, the ground trembling under his stride. Andrew’s gaze locked onto Throne City, and there, high above the ramparts, Alonzo stared back with equal intensity. Miles apart, their eyes met—a silent clash of ferocity, each unwilling to yield.

Othniel approached, his voice tight with concern. “Mr. Lloyd, when will the Highland warriors move out?”

Andrew pressed his hand downward, calm and decisive. “When the city falls. Then you move.”

Othniel froze. “When the city falls? Sir—”

“Yes,” Andrew interrupted flatly. “Hold your position for now.”

Othniel’s brow furrowed in confusion, then he hesitated before speaking again. “Sir… forgive my bluntness, but the Highland Tribe warriors are not cowards. Your men have charged ahead. If we stay back and watch them die while we hesitate… it dishonors our clan. We cannot accept that.”

Andrew turned slowly, his gaze cold and unyielding. Othniel felt his heart tremble under the weight of authority. This was no ordinary command—this was a leader who commanded respect with mere presence.

“I am not holding your men back out of fear or weakness,” Andrew said, voice steady, measured. “I have a plan. Your warriors will surge in once the city falls, swiftly stabilizing the situation within. Besides, your men are elite; I need them to guard against opportunistic factions attempting to strike from the shadows.”

Othniel exhaled sharply. “Understood, sir.”

Suddenly, a figure appeared atop the ramparts—Nyx, her form radiating lethal grace. Her blue dagger glowed with an otherworldly light, a harbinger of death aimed directly at Alonzo, the last core member of the Ludendorff family.

Alonzo snorted coldly and swung his greatsword in a deadly arc—but the blade met only Nyx’s afterimage. “Nyx!” he growled through gritted teeth.

Unfazed, she struck again, swift and unrelenting. The two titans collided atop Throne City, a duel of raw skill and ferocity, each strike shaking the very ramparts beneath them.