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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3358

Just as the five streams of power were about to crash into Andrew, he gripped his sword with both hands and swept it outward in a wide arc.

A black-and-crimson blade of light—stretching hundreds of yards—roared across the sky, as if he had ripped up an entire mountain and swung it like a wrecking ball.

The sheer violence. The absolute dominance of the strike.

Everyone stared in stunned silence.

Andrew’s blade didn’t just erase the five martial gods’ combined attack—it annihilated it instantly, then surged forward like a high-energy shockwave, cutting through everything in its path.

Two piercing screams tore through the air.

Two martial gods from the three empires exploded midair.

The remaining three felt their blood run cold. Without hesitation, they turned and fled, abandoning both their troops and their allies.

They bolted in the opposite direction, faces twisted in terror—as if they had just seen the devil himself.

Seizing the moment, Nyx moved.

An enemy martial god stood frozen in shock. Her dagger flashed across his throat, leaving a shimmering arc of light behind.

Her figure streaked forward over a hundred yards in an instant, catching up to another martial god who had already been shaken to his core by Andrew’s display.

She drove him into frantic, desperate defenses, pushing him to the brink of death again and again.

After a heartbeat of disbelief, Atticus broke into wild joy and roared the order:

“Cavendish royal family forces—full counterattack!

“Kill them!”

The army that had been pinned down moments ago erupted with renewed fury.

By Andrew’s hand alone, three martial gods had already fallen.

Martial gods were not expendable soldiers. Each one was a pillar of power.

Nyx had taken down another.

Of the original twelve enemy martial gods, only eight remained.

And of those eight, three were already heavily wounded.

Without a word, they began retreating.

One by one, they deliberately fled in the direction farthest from Andrew, pushing themselves to the limit just to escape his reach.

Morale surging, Asher and the others gave chase.

In the end, working together with Nyx, they cut down another enemy martial god.

From the command center of the three allied empires, the order to withdraw rang out.

Like a receding tide, the massive army pulled back.

The first wave of their offensive collapsed before it had fully formed.

Andrew slowly descended onto the city wall.

His face was calm. His breathing steady.

It was as if he had merely finished a routine task.

Atticus approached and gave a deep salute.

“Mr. Lloyd, whether you fought for Holtrien or for the Cavendish royal family, I’m deeply grateful.”

Andrew waved a hand with an easy smile.

“Patriarch Atticus, I already said—we stand together against a common enemy. At the end of the day, we’re all citizens of Holtrien. There’s no need for formalities.”

Atticus shook his head solemnly.

“No. I have to say it. The Cavendish family misjudged you—that’s on us.

“What you did today saved at least a thousand of our soldiers. I can’t just brush that aside.”

Jakob, Asher, and the others returned one after another, their expressions complicated.

Frederick Cavendish—the elderly martial god who had once glared at Andrew with open hostility—walked forward with genuine respect.

“Mr. Lloyd, I was rude before. Please forgive me.”

Andrew smiled.

“Mr. Frederick, a man your age still fighting on the front lines like that—that’s something worth respecting.”

Frederick’s face flushed red.

He had nearly died on that battlefield. If Nyx hadn’t intervened, he wouldn’t have survived.

And now Andrew was praising him?

Compared to Andrew—who had cut down multiple enemy martial gods and faced five at once, forcing them to flee in terror—Frederick felt he didn’t deserve a word of praise.

Even if he rode a rocket, he thought bitterly, he would never reach that level.

Jakob, meanwhile, felt a storm brewing inside him.

Watching Andrew win the Cavendish royal family’s respect so effortlessly—while he himself had schemed and maneuvered for so long without earning even a single word of thanks—was almost unbearable.

Some people, he thought bitterly, didn’t even have to try.

They just showed up—and made everyone else invisible.