Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2777 Inside a small private estate, Guillermo stood with his hands behind his back as he watched the sky outside the window. From dawn to early morning, the darkness slowly faded. By the time everything turned bright, the sun had fully risen. "What an unfitting kind of weather," he said with a small smile. Lorenzo and Jose had been waiting for orders this whole time. Hearing him, Lorenzo chuckled knowingly. "Mr. Vazquez meant today should've been cloudy. Or stormy, preferably." Guillermo nodded with amusement. "Exactly. Dark roads and bad weather make killing easier.

But under this blazing sunshine, the atmosphere feels a bit... off." Jose crossed his arms, clearly uninterested in poetic remarks. " Julius already made his move. Andrew should've left Chetvine by now." Guillermo narrowed his eyes and let out a cold laugh. "And Reginald should be stepping into the Eastern Regions as we speak. Swordhaven Keep's Alfredo has probably already drawn his blade." Lorenzo frowned in confusion. "But Mr. Topsfield Senior probably can't stop Reginald, right?" ---- Guillermo scoffed. "Stop him? With what?" Lorenzo looked even more lost. "Then why aren't you and Mr.

Bowen moving yet?" Guillermo smiled calmly. "No hurry. Bill already went to support Alfredo, along with another martial god and Kelvin." Jose was skeptical. "But even then, that doesn't sound enough to actually kill Reginald." Guillermo let out a disdainful snort. "Kill him? A being above the martial god level, someone who surpassed the limits of humanity? You think someone can kill him just like that?" Jose froze, then his expression twisted with disbelief. "Mr. Vazquez...

you mean Reginald already broke past the martial god limits and entered the legendary level?" Guillermo spoke in a low, steady voice. "Otherwise, why would | mobilize such a massive force? You think I'm firing a cannon just to smash a mosquito?" Jose felt like all the air drained out of him as cold sweat rolled down his forehead. "And | was still planning that once | reached the martial god level, I'd challenge Reginald. Now what chance do | have? That's straight-up dreaming." Guillermo said calmly, "Everyone has a destiny. Some things are ---- determined from the start.

As for challenging Reginald, don't think about it anymore. Try again in your next life." Jose's face turned ghostly pale. Lorenzo shook his head. "| don't understand why you're so fixated on challenging Reginald. You're already outstanding, and with Mr. Vazquez around, you have nothing to worry about." Jose let out a bitter laugh. "I've trained my whole life just to stand before a true mountain. A life without challenge? What would | want with that? Forget it. I'll just pick another target. Once | reach the martial god level, I'll challenge Alfredo." Lorenzo teased, "Giving up already?

That's not like you." Jose snapped back coldly, "Reginald used to be Mr. Vazquez's student, remember? And since you're also Mr. Vazquez's student, that technically makes Reginald your senior. But you can't even defeat Andrew. You're hopeless." Lorenzo's expression darkened. "Andrew will be a dead man very soon." Guillermo's eyes suddenly snapped open, glowing sharply. He smiled. "Lorenzo, you can move now." Lorenzo perked up instantly. "Mr. Vazquez, what about you?" Guillermo grinned. "I'll head east right away." ---- Jose groaned, completely dejected. "Too bad | can't do anything.

This is boring! | wanted Andrew to grow stronger so | could crush him myself. Never expected he'd turn out to be short -lived." The edge of the Godslayer blade stayed hidden inside its rough, oversized scabbard. Andrew swung it like a massive iron club and slammed a martial saint from the Divine Alchemists straight into the air. Blood burst from the man's mouth before he even hit the ground. He was not dead, but he was completely out of the fight. More and more fighters rushed at Andrew from all directions.

His expression stayed blank as he gripped the sheathed sword and cut them down one after another. "Interesting. You actually chased us alone," a voice said. Not far away, Julius sat comfortably in a chair with his white hair drifting in the wind, his eyes full of mockery. Damon said coldly, "Mr. Bowen, let me deal the final blow and finish this kid."