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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3139

Gaston hesitated briefly, then said in a grave tone, “I don’t think it’s an act. Arya sees him as the ultimate evil—a blasphemer. They’re truly fighting to the death.”

Jorge let out an aged laugh, the sound chilling to the bone. “Then what are you waiting for? Arya has left the Cathedral’s army and is deep in another battlefield. Since Andrew won’t last much longer, we need to maximize our gains while he’s still holding on. You understand what I mean, don’t you?”

A savage grin spread across Gaston’s face. “Yes, Progenitor.”

At once, the vampire army mobilized, surging toward the Cathedral’s encampment. Almost simultaneously, the werewolf forces under Edmund launched a massive invasion of their own, joining the vampires in a ferocious assault on the Cathedral’s troops.

Far away, as tremors rippled across the land, Kass’s expression grew solemn inside the Cathedral’s command tent. “Lysander, Makhaylus—the Lord’s trial is upon us once again.”

Lysander asked, “Archbishop, should we recall Arya to assist?”

Kass hesitated, deep in thought. “We’ll wait for now. It won’t be too late for her to return after she deals with Andrew. His ambition—and his appetite—mark him as an absolute warlord. It’s just a pity he can’t comprehend how vast my Lord’s power truly is, how utterly invincible it stands.”

In the Wastelands, yellow sand exploded into the air as Andrew crashed down like a cannonball, smashing a deep crater into the ground. Arya, her face expressionless, raised her sword and continued her relentless assault.

“I think you’ve reached your limit,” she said coldly. “And perhaps you don’t realize this, but for me, this battle has only just begun.”

With great effort, Andrew dragged himself out of the crater, leaning heavily on his greatsword just to stay upright. Blood covered his body, his face twisted in pain—yet a smile still tugged at his lips.

“Crazy woman,” he rasped. “You can kill me if you want. But before that happens, tens of thousands of Cathedral soldiers will die first. The werewolves and vampires have launched a joint assault. With two dark progenitors joining them, do you really think Archbishop Kass and the others can hold the line?”

Arya’s rapid steps came to an abrupt halt.

Fury flared even brighter across her face. “I never imagined you would sink this low. You’ve actually allied yourself with werewolves and vampires!”

Andrew gasped for breath, glaring at her fiercely. “Don’t put yourself on such a damn pedestal. Don’t look down on me like I’m nothing. All I can say is that this situation exists because you forced my hand. The Cathedral deserves this!”

Arya roared, “Then say goodbye to this world forever!”

Her blazing white holy sword instantly transformed into radiant golden light. Behind her, a pair of angelic wings appeared faintly, shimmering like phantoms.

Andrew had always known she was powerful, but he had never imagined she was this terrifying. With angelic wings manifested, Arya had likely already reached true Beyond Mortal Limits—standing just beneath the gods themselves. It wouldn’t be long before she touched the ultimate pinnacle of martial power, the realm beyond gods.

Taking a deep breath, Andrew knew the moment of life and death had arrived. He was forced to unleash his final trump card.

Suddenly, from the west—where the Cathedral army was positioned—an overwhelmingly sinister dark aura shot into the sky. From within it came Lysander’s piercing, tragic scream. Then, like a kite with its string severed, his body drifted downward from the darkness. Crimson blood rained across the land.

Whenever one of the Twelve Angels was in mortal danger, their souls resonated with one another.

Arya froze, completely ignoring Andrew. She turned toward the west and screamed in anguish, “Lysander!”

Like a violent storm unleashed, holy light erupted from her body in an uncontrollable flood. Crying out in agony, she gripped her burning white holy sword and shot into the sky. In the blink of an eye, she reached the dark aura in the west and unleashed a frenzied barrage of attacks.

As darkness collided with sacred light, the air itself seemed to boil and evaporate, a chaotic baptism of destruction. A tidal wave of force swept across heaven and earth, leaving nothing but ruin in its wake.

Jorge’s cold roar echoed across the battlefield. “Ragnar, you and I will join forces to kill Arya. Such a rare opportunity cannot be missed!”

Another surge of dark aura shot skyward as the two progenitors officially entered the battle against Arya.

Andrew collapsed heavily onto the ground, coughing up another mouthful of blood. Yet his eyes were frighteningly calm.

He had achieved his goal.

Arya had wanted to kill him. In return, he would ensure that Arya—and the Cathedral—fell into eternal damnation.

With darkness and light locked in brutal conflict, no one could stop him from taking Throne City now.