Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2941 Rain fell from the sky, pattering down in a steady hiss. Near the harbor, the rainforest began to fill with drifting fog. Several figures streaked across the sky above the jungle, some wrapped in black light, others trailing blood-red glows, before finally stopping on a mountain overlooking the port. From where they stood, the entire harbor lay fully exposed beneath their gaze. If anyone else had been there, they would have been terrified. The four figures radiated an overwhelming pressure that seemed to suffocate the very air around them.

Though they appeared to stand on the mountainside, their feet never touched the ground. Even more astonishing, the raindrops falling from the sky parted automatically above their heads, leaving their clothing completely dry. Four martial gods stood in silent formation. Three were completely shrouded in long black robes, with only one face visible. It was Cyril, whom Andrew previously outmaneuvered. Cyril's face was ashen and deeply troubled. He alternated between glancing down at the port and nervously looking back at the other three figures, his eyes filled with wariness.

---- Soon, a small team emerged from the port and quickly approached. A Ludendorff family member stepped forward, saluting with a fist to his chest. "Other than the vampire servants, no one else remains." Cyril's heart sank. "What about Giuliano?" The subordinate shook his head and replied, "Dead. Only his body was left behind." Cyril was stunned. Giuliano was no ordinary fighter. He was a legitimate vampire duke. While his absolute power might not match a martial god, he was nearly invincible in his vampire true form.

After all, vampires had natural advantages in speed, physical strength, and sheer brutality. Yet now, a vampire clan duke has been killed. Cyril was deep in thought, his already grim expression transforming into one of complete despair. A cold snort made Cyril's body imperceptibly tremble One of the black-robed figures slowly raised his head and looked directly at Cyril. Beneath the hood was an aged, gaunt face with eyes that seemed to pierce through everything. ---- This was Alonzo Ludendorff, the second-in-command of the Ludendorff family, just below its leader, Raiden.

Alonzo said coldly, "Cyril, the Ludendorff family will not suffer its name insulted or tarnished. You will return and explain yourself to Mr. Raiden." Despite his typically arrogant nature, Cyril was subdued. "That Holtrien bastard has something strange about him. He seems to have some power from the Lomuia Grand Cathedral, which is how I was caught off guard. Mr. Alonzo, rest assured, | will take full responsibility for this incident." A laugh suddenly echoed through the area. No opinion was expressed, but involuntarily, Cyril, Alonzo, and the fourth martial god turned to look.

Among these four powerful beings, the owner of that laugh was undoubtedly the most formidable. Alonzo furrowed his brow and humbly asked, "Sir, what are your thoughts?" The one who stood beside him was not just another man, but a master comparable to Raiden himself