Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2987 Franz snorted coldly, then swung his longsword down with full force. However, Makhaylus' physical body was unbelievably hard. With a dull crash, the blade was knocked flying, while Makhaylus himself remained completely unharmed. Makhaylus' terrifying strength was about to slam into the city gate. Yet Andrew, standing at the rear, still rested his hand on his sword and did not move, as if he had not even noticed Makhaylus approaching. It was as though the danger did not exist to him at all. A flicker of dark light flashed across the battlefield again and again.

Then, Nyx's dagger lightly swept across the back of Makhaylus' neck. Makhaylus' once-indestructible body suddenly erupted with a burst of white radiance. He let out a shocked roar and no longer dared to attack the gate, instead spinning around with fear written all over his face. "Dragonfang assassin, Nyx?" He retreated three full steps, pulling back into the center of the Cathedral's army before he finally felt safe. Nyx landed in front of the city gate like a ghost and stared coldly ---- at Makhaylus.

Petra stepped forward to reinforce the defense, joining Franz to hold back the Cathedral army's assault. Makhaylus, furious but restrained by fear, could only glare in rage and no longer dared to approach the gate. In the air above, Kass began to pray. The scripture in his hands glowed white as the pages turned one by one. Garal knew he could not let Kass complete that damned chant. The Cathedral's power was nothing to take lightly, and no one wanted to face it head-on. So, Garal made a split-second decision and charged across the sky, swinging his battle axe straight at Kass.

Kass calmly lifted his eyes and glanced at Garal. He was already done praying, and a massive burst of holy light exploded from his body. Garal felt as if a charging prehistoric mammoth had smashed into his chest. He grunted as he was blasted backward, axe and all, crashing onto the city wall. Although he was not injured, his blood churned violently inside 'That was close!' Garal silently cursed. If Kass had not been severely wounded already, that one hit might have knocked him out of the fight completely. After all, ---- Garal himself could not even match Viktor.

Right now, his advantage was that he held the home field at Abyss City. Hence, he could afford to drag this out. However, Kass could not afford to, not with his injuries. Then again, he was famously fanatical and stubborn. Forcing himself to use the Sacred Scripture made him start bleeding from his wounds, but he began his chant once again. Garal roared, "Prescott!" Then, he launched himself forward again to interrupt Kass' prayer. The two powerful fighters battled in the air, light flashing wildly in all directions. Garal's battle axe came crashing down again and again, but it was useless.

Moreover, the contempt in Kass' eyes made him furious beyond measure. Only now did Garal truly understand how terrifying the Cathedral's elite really were. If Kass was already this dangerous, then what about Mephiston? That man alone could probably shatter Abyss City in a single blow. Garal could only grit his teeth and hold on. Soon, he began bleeding from his wounds, and his battle axe started to crack. ---- When Prescott heard Garal's roar, his composure and arrogance vanished Lysander had been tangling with him the whole time.

Though he had not gained the upper hand, Prescott was still the one on the offensive. Lysander was cunning and clever, always maintaining an invincible position. Prescott knew that in the short term, he absolutely could not break free. Meanwhile, Garal clearly needed reinforcement. "Nyx, get up there now and help Governor Garall" Prescott bellowed down below. However, Nyx remained motionless. Prescott erupted in fury.

"Nyx, if you just stand by and watch Abyss City fall, | guarantee every single member of Dragonfang will be skinned alive by the Ludendorff family!" This time, Nyx responded, her tone as cold as ice. "Is that so, Prince Prescott? You should probably worry about your own situation first. Without us, Abyss City would fall in an instant. If you keep threatening us, maybe welll just abandon the city and leave." Prescott was fuming, silently cursing, 'That damn bitch! ---- Once this wave was over, he would personally carve Andrew apart piece by piece.

At that time, he would see whether this bitch would beg for mercy. His heart burned with venomous hatred. In that moment of distraction, Lysander seized the opening and struck him across the face. Half of Prescott's face was instantly covered in blood. The injury was minor, but the humiliation was overwhelming. With a furious roar, he could no longer spare any attention for Garal and instead chased Lysander down, unleashing a storm of savage blows.