Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2887 Cyril frowned and said, "Marshall, | expect you to behave properly. | have tolerated your bad habits for a long time, and | find them unbearable." Marshall withdrew his hand, sniffed his fingers twice, and grinned. "Got it. Don't be upset. It was not easy running into an angel. It'd be a real shame not to have some fun with her first." Cyril replied coldly, "I will say this one last time: focus, or get the hell out and stop interfering with my work." Marshall straightened his face and immediately sliced Roseman's fingertip. Rosemary cried out in pain as blood flowed.

It dripped onto the formation array, and once again, the statue at the altar's end shot out a beam of light directly toward her. Arare smile finally appeared on Cyril's rigid face. He stepped forward and slowly removed the glove from his hand, then similarly cut his own finger. The beam of light was instantly drawn to him, streaming into his body one after another. Rosemary watched helplessly, grinding her teeth in fury. However, the crafty Ivory Seraph moved the hand behind her back without thinking.

---- From the shadow, Andrew saw clearly that Rosemary had produced another white orb, the same kind filled with sacred flame that exploded on contact with air, just like what she had used against the spirit earlier. Andrew smirked. The so-called angel was never the type to surrender quietly. "The power of Saint John is truly immense," Cyril said, his expression intoxicated. "From the moment you entered the Outlands, Ms. Clooney, the Ludendorff family had its eyes on you. On the surface, we hunted you.

But your true value only revealed itself at this very moment." He continued, "We only needed to drive you into the Wraith Graveyard, because only the Cathedral's holy blood could unlock Saint John's legacy. You did not disappoint us. The Ludendorff family is about to gain another Dark Saint." Andrew's heart jolted. A Dark Saint was a powerhouse even higher in rank than a Dark Lord. In other words, the Ludendorff family could use Saint John's power to create someone who transcended humanity, someone at Reginald's level Suddenly, Andrew hesitated about whether to intervene.

Letting the Ludendorff family succeed was not his style, and Marshall was already on his kill list anyway. He did not mind ---- ruining the Ludendorff family's plans once more But at that moment, Rosemary struck first. The pain vanished from her face in an instant. Her long leg snapped upward, lashing backward through the air. Caught off guard, Marshall roared in fury, spinning around twice while still gripping Rosemary's body. Then, he prepared to crush her throat, but it was too late! Rosemary hurled the white orbs from her hand in rapid succession.

Violent explosions suddenly echoed throughout the small altar chamber. Cyril, in the middle of absorbing Saint John's power, had the process forcibly interrupted and flew into a fit of rage. In the chaos, Rosemary shot straight to the altar's far end, then ripped the orb from Saint John's forehead. She immediately crashed through the altar wall and fled into the forest outside. Her voice rang out with disdainful laughter. "The Ludendorff family is nothing special after all. Mr. Cyril, next time we meet, you'd better watch out.

Because once I've obtained Saint John's power, | just might kill you on the spot!" Smoke filled the air as holy fire blazed. Several of the Ludendorff family's elite were caught in the flames, rolling on ---- the ground and screaming in agony. Even Marshall's suit caught fire with white sacred flames. With a dark expression, Marshall extinguished the flames. Then, he lunged out of the altar, chasing Rosemary closely. "You bitch! If you manage to escape, | don't deserve the Ludendorff name!" Cyril's expression was equally grim as he ordered his subordinates, "Follow Marshall.

If you can't bring her back, don't bother coming back at all." Soon, only Cyril remained at the scene. He stood there with a dark expression for a moment before turning to leave. The instant he departed, Andrew also shot out of the altar and rushed into the forest. A mischievous smirk played across his face. After all, this was the Ludendorff family's home turf. If Rosemary wanted to escape, there was only one place she could go, somewhere she could temporarily avoid detection. Unfortunately for her, Andrew knew exactly where that place was.

A few minutes later, Andrew returned to the ruins where they had previously hidden from the Cerulean Tide.