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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3409

A massive storm erupted in an instant.

Andrew seized Ezekiel by the throat and hurled him straight down from midair into the ancient castle below.

The veins on Ezekiel’s face bulged. His eyes nearly popped out, and thin streams of blood seeped from his nose and the corners of his eyes, giving him a terrifying appearance.

He tried to scream, but no sound came out—Andrew’s grip had crushed his throat completely.

Terror filled Ezekiel’s eyes as he struggled to shift fully into his vampire form and push his power to its peak.

But before he could, his body crashed through the castle roof with a deafening bang.

He smashed through the floor and blasted a crater nearly twenty feet deep before everything finally stopped.

It wasn’t only Ezekiel who felt fear.

Even the vampires and werewolves stationed on the castle walls began trembling.

Philip and Elio were visibly shaken.

Andrew’s combat power had clearly surpassed everyone else.

Even Elio—one of the three leaders of the Divine Dragon Order—knew that although they were in the same realm, he would likely lose if he actually fought Andrew.

“Andrew… you…”

From the depths of the crater, Ezekiel roared with venom, trying to speak.

Andrew simply raised a hand.

A streak of crimson Primordial Thunder crashed straight down into the pit.

All movement stopped instantly.

Ezekiel’s head was blown apart, and he died on the spot.

Iridessa and her Eastonian warriors stood frozen in shock.

Vance had died in humiliation, and they had never possessed the strength to avenge him.

Yet Andrew had just killed Ezekiel as easily as swatting a fly.

Iridessa clenched her fists and stared blankly at the figure standing atop the highest point of the castle.

Compared to the brother she once believed was the most remarkable man in her world, Andrew now commanded her complete respect.

This was the kind of man who could shake her soul.

Unfortunately, he didn’t want her.

The thought made her heart ache again.

Nyx, Jakob, Zavian, and the other martial gods attacked with full force.

In no time, every remaining member of the Dark Clans inside the castle was wiped out.

Without pausing, Andrew moved on alone, his black coat whipping in the wind as he began climbing the massive crimson mountain.

Behind him followed the full top-tier force of Holtrien.

They kicked off the cliffside like spinning tops, launching themselves dozens of feet upward with each leap.

Soon, they disappeared into the thick black fog surrounding the mountainside.

Once they reached the summit, the ultimate war between the eastern and western continents would erupt.

At the peak of the dark mountain stood an enormous red palace—ancient in design, twisted and sinister in shape.

Two massive red dragon statues crouched at the entrance.

On top of each dragon’s head sat a giant brazier.

Suddenly, with two thunderous booms, the braziers ignited, and towering blood-red flames shot upward.

They gave off no heat, yet burned an intense crimson, blazing like giant torches across the mountaintop.

At nearly the same moment, inside Blood Sanctum at the far end of its central hall, a woman in a long crimson gown opened her eyes from atop a throne that stood more than three hundred feet tall.

As her eyes opened, the crowd below—tiny as ants from her height—stirred uneasily.

“Your Majesty!”

Voices echoed respectfully through the vast hall.

Among the three werewolf progenitors, Ragnar had been the first to awaken.

Now, another dark progenitor had appeared.

As for the last one—the strongest of the three werewolf progenitors—he had already been annihilated.

He had refused the Vampire Queen’s summons and even cursed her, claiming she had no right to command a noble werewolf progenitor like him.

So the Vampire Queen had acted personally.

She ended his life and absorbed his power completely, strengthening herself even further.