Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2888 This area bordered the diseased forest, surrounded by rows of walls that had not yet collapsed. It was like a maze, and an ordinary person would need a great deal of effort to find their way in. Rosemary lay sprawled across a boulder, gasping for breath. Her white robe was burned in multiple places. The sacred flames she had unleashed earlier had not only harmed her enemies but caught her as well. Still, none of that mattered now. Looking at the stone orb in her hand, Rosemary's face broke into asmile once more. "The Ludendorff family is nothing special.

Although Cyril stole part of the Saint's power, what remains is enough for me to advance." She began dripping blood onto the stone orb again, preparing to absorb its power once more. Just then, she heard a faint sound behind her. Rosemary whirled around and growled, "Who's there? Show yourself!" Andrew walked out with a smile on his face. "Hello, Angel" Rosemary looked stunned, then her expression darkened. " You're still alive?" ---- Andrew shrugged. "Thanks to you, not only did | survive, but | also got to watch you being tormented and humiliated by the Ludendorff family.

You're quite impressive, though. Escaping from a Ludendorff martial god's grasp proves Cathedral angels really are extraordinary!" Rosemary sneered. "What right do you have to mock me! If you're smart, you'd realize that Wraith Graveyard is now under Ludendorff family control! If you want to live, your best bet is to cooperate with me. We escape together, and we both win. But if you cling to those petty grudges from before, you'll die here too." Andrew shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm a grown man. How could | hold onto such trivial matters?

Besides, with a beauty like you, | couldn't possibly bear a grudge." Rosemary tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and showed a rare smile. "At least you're smart. | suppose | do owe you an apology. | did manipulate you earlier. If you can look past that and help me escape this cursed graveyard, I'll naturally reward you handsomely afterward." As she spoke, whether intentionally or not, she put on a shy, delicate expression in front of Andrew. Andrew stepped closer, his gaze softening to a gentle, almost reverent look. "Ms. Rosemary, don't worry.

I'm not a fan of the Ludendorff family either. Compared to Ludendorff, | would ---- much rather work with you. Let's escape together." Rosemary smirked inwardly. She was the Ivory Seraph, and few could resist her charms. Once this man had served his purpose, she would simply discard him. So what if he had some cleverness and escaped that spirit? He was still being played like a fiddle. She pressed her lips together and said softly, "Then | will trouble you to stand guard for me. | am badly injured and need to recover first." Andrew hummed in agreement, then suddenly said, "Ms.

Clooney, may | ask for the orb in your hand?" Rosemary was startled and snorted coldly. "You are coveting my belongings? Did | misjudge you?" Andrew was already within three feet of her. He smiled coldly and said, "You did not misjudge me. You simply trusted your own little cleverness too much. The angels of the Lomuia Grand Cathedral may be worshiped by the West. But unfortunately, we Eastemers do not worship the God of Light. We kill gods." Then, he immediately moved like a tiger, drawing his sword and slashing down in one decisive strike.

Rosemary felt the crushing pressure descend like thunder. Her beautiful face turned pale with terror. ---- "You... A dull thud echoed At the final moment, Andrew changed his strike into a palm strike, and Rosemary was knocked unconscious on the spot. Without hesitation, Andrew sealed her pressure points. Then, he tore strips from her white robe and bound her tightly. As for whether he touched anything he should not have, that was not something he cared to consider. After taking these precautions, he seized the stone orb from her hand and examined it closely.

It seemed that Saint John's inherited power was something he could not refuse, even if he wanted to. With a faint smile and no trace of mercy, Andrew dripped Rosemary's blood onto the stone bead. Warm, gentle, white holy light immediately bloomed. Andrew followed what he had seen earlier, cutting his own finger just like Cyril had done. Then, the white holy power surged forward, burrowing into his body.