Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2897 The warriors' loved ones let out earth-shattering wails and cries, but they were all kept back by the Ludendorff family men Anyone who dared step forward was brutally beaten without exception. Marshall's polished leather boots stopped in front of Louie, and he looked down at him from above. "I'll say this one last time. This is the last chance you have. What was that Holtrien man's name? Why did he come to the Outlands, and which direction did he go?" Louie gave a bitter laugh. His spine felt as if it had been ripped out of his body.

He collapsed to his knees, hunched and trembling in unbearable pain. Yet, the words that came from his mouth were the same as before. "Sir, | know nothing!" Marshall nodded. "Is that so?" With a single strike, he shattered Louie's skull, and red and white matter immediately spilled all over the ground. The remaining town residents finally broke down. Screaming and wailing, they scattered in all directions. ---- Marshall raised his hand and said flatly, "Kill them! Kill them all! These people from Holtrien shouldn't exist on territory ruled by the Ludendorff family.

The rebellion and filth in their bones stain the glory of my bloodline." A storm of gunfire exploded across the town as civilians dropped one after another. The slaughter lasted for half an hour. When it ended, the town fell into complete silence. Not even a single animal survived, as everything that lived there was wiped out. Marshall stared at the piles of corpses blankly, then sneered. " Keep running. Run as far as you like. All these people died because of you, and let all their deaths weigh on your conscience.

Once you are enraged and pushed far enough, you will come back to seek revenge." With a hiss, he added, "Compared to torturing a rabbit trapped in a comer, | would rather you become a wolf that bites back. That would make the game far more interesting." The Ludendorff family convoy drove out of the town, leaving only a raging fire that swallowed everything behind them. As the wind passed through, the stench of smoke and blood was carried endlessly into the distance. Hundreds of miles away, Andrew was still pressing forward ---- without stopping.

The sense of urgency at his back had grown weaker and weaker. That meant the pursuers were close to being completely shaken off, which was a good thing For now, Andrew did not want to be delayed by anything else. The sun over the wasteland was brutal, and the temperature around Andrew had climbed past the high nineties, even brushing triple digits. He kept a steady pace, neither fast nor slow, as he moved forward. Suddenly, a deep, unexplainable unease surged through his chest. It felt like something unbearable was about to happen. He knew that feeling far too well.

Back when the Iron Cavalry had walked into a trap, it had felt exactly like this. The same feeling had struck again when he fought his way out of Chetvine while surrounded. Every single time, it had meant nothing good Andrew stopped, listening to his pounding heartbeat, yet his expression barely changed. At any moment, he could be a calm, solitary wolf. He slowly pulled down the hood covering his head and lifted his face into the hot wind behind him. The smell of blood grew stronger with each gust, mixed with the sharp bite of gunpowder and spent rounds. Andrew stood there in silence.

---- Then, he suddenly turned and began accelerating back the way he came. His speed kept increasing as he broke into a full sprint under the blazing sun and rolling heat waves. The scorching air wrapped around his body, yet his heart was. cold.