Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2900 After chasing for most of the day, covering over eight miles, Marshall finally realized something was wrong. He frowned as he hissed, "This is a trap!" After confirming once more the misleading clues before him, Marshall's expression changed. However, he immediately sneered coldly afterward After all, could a bug's trap even be called a trap? What tricks could a crawling insect possibly pull? He immediately contacted Jeroff over the radio. "Jeroff, have you caught up with him on your end? Respond." Jeroff's voice came through the static. "Sir, | have not spotted him yet.

If he is not with you either, then he should be between our positions." Marshall nodded, thinking the same. "Alright then. I'll..." He was about to say that he would regroup with the middle group when a roar from Jeroff erupted over the radio. Jeroff shouted. "Get out of the way, move! He's underground, dodge! He is underground. Get out of there!" ---- A violent explosion erupted skyward, and then the radio signal was forcibly cut off. "Jeroff! Jeroff, answer me!" Marshall called out with a grim face, but there was no response.

"Damn it!" Cursing, he immediately turned around and sped toward Jeroff's position. He could not believe Andrew actually dared to attack the Ludendorff family. This was just great. At that moment, nearly 30 miles away from Marshall, Jeroff watched helplessly as the lead vehicle ahead exploded, launching several soldiers into the air. Then, Andrew suddenly appeared, shooting up from beneath the ground where the convoy had just passed, a place Jeroff never would have expected. The greatsword in his hand was like the Grim Reaper's scythe. With one strike, he cleaved another heavy SUV in two.

The soldiers inside met the same fate, cut in half and dying horribly. Jeroff gritted his teeth and jumped out of his vehicle. He crouched slightly, assuming a combat stance and preparing for battle. Yet, Andrew did not even glance at him. ---- The greatsword swept sideways again, continuing to harvest the lives of the remaining soldiers. From the looks of it, he planned to leave no one alive. The nonstop screams stabbed into Jeroff's ears, veins bulging at his temples. This bastard had gone too far!

With a furious roar, Jeroff snatched a submachine gun from a nearby soldier and unleashed a burst of gunfire. Unfortunately, every shot was blocked by Andrew's greatsword, used like a shield. Not a single bullet even scratched him. Jeroff threw the gun aside and pulled the dagger from his waist. Against high-level warriors, firearms, especially standard ones, were almost completely useless. The opponent's protective aura alone was enough to stop regular bullets. So, close combat was the only answer. From his observation, Jeroff had already determined that Andrew was only a martial emperor.

That made things manageable. At the very least, he could stall him. ---- All he had to do was wait for Mr. Ludendorff to arrive. The greatsword swung again, and three more soldiers failed to last even a single exchange, cut cleanly in half. At this point, only five people remained on Jeroff's side: himself and four subordinates. "Fall back, | will handle this." Jeroff showed some true military bearing and stopped his men from throwing their lives away. The four subordinates, pale and shaking, scrambled back to a safer distance. Jeroff stepped forward and sneered.

"Holtrien bastard, do you even realize you are playing with fire?"