Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3018 A low hum rang out. Then, under everyone's gaze, a golden arc- shaped energy barrier suddenly expanded from the center of the black and violet explosion. It was like the blazing sun falling from the sky, radiating light in all directions. "This..." Waylon raised his hand, instinctively shielding himself from the blinding light. His figure retreated again and again through the air. At the same time, Kaelen also retreated several steps to ensure his safety. Only Christopher, Marcato, Raiden, and Mendyl remained where they were. Even so, their expressions all tightened at once.

Mendyl's voice changed with alarm. "Wyrmhelm, are you telling me Reginald is on the verge of becoming a demigod?" To be "Beyond Mortal Limits" meant you were top of the food chain. But you still played by the world's rules. A true god? That would be off the board, and they made their own tules, the ultimate cheat code. Then again, it was all just labels, stories we tell about power. If ---- real gods existed, the one they pray to in the Lomuia Grand Cathedral would have descended long ago to punish the world.

By the current hierarchy of martial power, what corresponded to a "True God" was referred to as Transcendent. It stood one full level higher than "Beyond Mortal Limits" and represented the absolute peak of life itself. Martial Emperor, Martial God, Beyond Mortal Limits, and Transcendent were the four final, definitive stages of the martial path. The "demigod" Mendyl mentioned meant someone with one foot already stepping into the realm of Transcendent. Christopher said nothing, only staring intently at that increasingly blazing sun, his expression growing darker and uglier.

Finally, with a thunderous explosion, a golden storm swept away all the previous darkness and gloom. At the center of the golden storm, Reginald's gaze swept out like a physical force, sharp and brilliant as polished steel, cutting through the chaos around him. "Lord Marcato, Wyrmhelm, Mendyl, you think the likes of you can kill me? It will not be that easy." Reginald's voice boomed out, resonating with a pressure that felt almost divine, shaking the very ground beneath them. ---- "The entrance to The Veiled Paradise is right before us. Since you want a big fight, then bring it on.

| will see it through to the end!" The words "to the end" echoed across the blackened wasteland. Below, all the major powerhouses were shocked, their eyes filled with wariness. No one expected that under such devastating attacks, Reginald could still survive. Moreover, he had erupted with overwhelming momentum that dominated everyone present. Marcato's expression grew frantic with rage as he roared at Christopher, "You old bastard, how dare you deceive me. Reginald has already grown this powerful, and you dragged me into attacking him together.

Aren't you trying to harm the sirens?" Christopher kept his hands tucked inside his wide sleeves, his face cold. "You old catfish, things have come to this point, and saying all that is completely useless. | invited you to act together for the sake of your Dark Trinity, to eliminate Reginald. But instead of being grateful, you're blaming me? Do you really think that if you don't act today, Reginald won't slaughter the sirens in the future?" Marcato's expression darkened, and he suddenly fell silent. He gripped his trident tightly, his thoughts unreadable.

---- Yet, at the very moment he hesitated, a golden beam of light had already swept across the battlefield. Reginald descended like a god of war, launching into a ruthless slaughter with cold indifference in his eyes. "Wyrmhelm, I'm in a hurry to enter the Veiled Paradise, and | have no time to deal with you right now. But one day, you'll die by my hand, or by Andrew's. Not only you, but Guillermo as well. None of you will meet a good end." The great battle erupted in full force. Marcato and the others said nothing more and began fighting head-on against Reginald.

Christopher was right; the Dark Clans absolutely could not allow Reginald to grow any stronger. The smile vanished from Mendyl's beautiful face as he waved his hand, unleashing a tide of blood-red energy. Raiden looked even more grim. With Reginald's current strength, the Ludendorff family was no longer a match for him. This gave Raiden an unprecedented sense of crisis Andrew hid below among the crowd beside the abyss.