Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2865 The next day, Andrew received word that Petyr needed him to move out. He had originally thought Petyr would wait another day or two before having him leave the City of Hope, not expecting to be called up the very next day. Looking at the entire row of over a dozen large trucks loaded with supplies, Andrew could not help but frown and wondered if these supplies had been ready all along, Andrew did not think so. The Outlands wilderness was crawling with bandits and wanderers, all packing serious firepower.

With this much valuable cargo, Petyr would only start preparing once he had reliable escorts lined up. Yet, Andrew had only met with him the day before, and now they were already setting out. The only explanation was that Petyr had made a last-minute decision to depart today. As for the reason behind it, that was worth thinking about. Still, Andrew did not care. If Petyr tried pulling any tricks, he would not mind returning to the City of Hope and wiping out every ruler there.

In fact, he was craving combat right now since getting stronger through battle was the fastest way forward for him at this point. ---- The convoy slowly rolled out of the City of Hope, and Andrew sat in the passenger seat of the lead truck with his eyes closed, resting. He did not need to do anything most of the time. He just needed to step in when danger appeared and help the convoy reach its destination safely. Of course, if nothing went wrong the entire way, that would be even better. However, reality proved otherwise.

Such a massive convoy traveling through a wasteland known for chaos was bound to attract trouble. Half a day after leaving the City of Hope, the convoy was ambushed while passing through a low-lying area. A single armor-piercing round came silently from a dirt mound 300 miles away and instantly blew out the front truck's tire. The driver beside Andrew, a big man with a cigar in his mouth, cursed loudly and got out to check. As a result, a second bullet blew his head clean off. Andrew remained unmoved by this.

There were far too many tragedies and deaths in this world that had nothing to do with him. Besides, this was the Outlands, a lawless zone. Quickly jumping out of the truck, Andrew saw that the convoy's guard detail was getting slightly rattled. However, under the ---- captain's leadership, they had already organized a defensive formation. A faint whistling sound sliced through the air and drilled into Andrew's ears. Without even looking, he raised his greatsword. There was a clanking sound as the attacker's shot struck Godslayer and bounced off harmlessly.

Through the scope, the sniper saw the cold smile at the corner of Andrew's mouth. The man cursed and fired again. To his horror, Andrew swung his sword once more and knocked the bullet aside. He cussed, " Bloody hell." Then, he slung his rifle away, drew a slender blade from his waist, and shouted, "Charge!" He was a peak martial saint fighter and led the assault himself. Bandits from other directions surged forward at the same time. In an instant, the convoy was surrounded. There were at least 200 bandits, and they attacked from every direction, creating an overwhelming spectacle.

Petyr's guards turned pale, their legs going weak. At that moment, the captain rushed to Andrew and said ---- respectfully, "Sir, please help us." Andrew nodded and said nothing. He simply walked slowly toward the sniper who had fired earlier. The two met head-on in the open wasteland. After a single exchange, Andrew slung his greatsword back onto his back. The bandit leader, a peak martial saint fighter, stared at his chest in disbelief. A long gash had nearly split his abdomen open. With a heavy thud, he collapsed and died on the spot, terror frozen on his face.

The instant death of their leader threw the bandits into panic. After some fighting that left over a dozen corpses behind, the City of Hope guards watched as the bandits scattered Andrew had already returned to the passenger seat of the lead truck, continuing to rest with his eyes closed. The captain hesitated several times before bringing over a canteen of water, his expression even more cautious than his earlier respectfulness. "Sir, thank you for your help!" Andrew grunted in acknowledgment, waiting for the mechanic to finish changing the tire before they continued on.

He accepted the water the guard captain offered, but did not drink it. ---- When traveling, it was necessary to be cautious. Even though Andrew's constitution made him immune to all poisons, some abilities were better kept hidden. After all, the less your enemies knew about your capabilities, the easier it was to cut them down.