Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2901 Unfortunately, Andrew did not even have the slightest interest in talking to Jeroff. He simply gripped Godslayer and strode toward the latter. Jeroff roared, the muscles in his arms bulging as he struck first. There was a violent impact, followed by a sharp cracking sound. Jeroff stared at the dagger in his hand in disbelief. It was broken, split clean in two by a single strike from Andrew's sword. Meanwhile, Godslayer did not slow down at all and slammed into Jeroff's chest. Blood immediately gushed out, and along with it, his ribs snapped one by one.

He was confident he had dodged just now, so how did Godslayer manage to slam into his body? "Y-You..." Jeroff gasped for breath. He felt death reaching out to him, and his heart turned completely cold Andrew pressed the sword against Jeroff, pushing him backward. Finally, Jeroff's back slammed against the front of the only remaining vehicle. There was nowhere left to retreat. ---- "You should never, ever have harmed the innocent," Andrew said, glancing at Jeroff. Godslayer suddenly jerked, and Jeroff watched as his lower body separated from him.

His consciousness slowly faded away, and he knew he was about to meet his maker. Andrew's gaze was terrifying. Jeroff had killed countless people and dominated battlefields. Yet in the moment Andrew ended his life, it felt like a demon had seized him. He could feel the fear seep into every cell of his body. He knew that Andrew was someone he could not face head-on, and even Marshall would be no match for him. As death claimed him, Jeroff understood everything. He desperately wanted to warn Marshall to run for his life, but there was nothing he could do.

Andrew swung Godslayer, and several dull sounds rang out. The remaining four Ludendorff family soldiers were all killed Andrew's face remained expressionless. He severed each head one by one, then stacked them together. Jeroff's head was placed on top, forming a small pyramid. After finishing this, Andrew's figure disappeared once more. Two minutes later, Marshall arrived. He had pushed himself to ---- the fastest speed of his life and was now gasping for breath. When he saw the horrific scene before him, he thought it was all unreal. He had been played!

His men had been completely wiped out, with all their heads chopped off. The way they were arranged made the meaning clear to him at once: this was Andrew's response, a response to the slaughter of that town. Blood for blood. "You filthy bastard!" Marshall forced the words out through clenched teeth as his eyes instantly turned red. He was enraged, feeling a fury unlike anything he had ever known. Before he could act, a shrill scream came through the radio from another unit. "Sir, the Holtrien man has appeared. N-N-No! Don't kill me!" "Mr. Ludendorff, save me!

Save me!" The final sound was a scream filled with absolute terror. Marshall's grip on the radio tightened until it felt like he might ---- crush it into his palm. He let out a furious roar and immediately rushed back. He swore he would carve Andrew into pieces.