Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3135 The Ludendorff family's pillars of strength were nearly all dead. Prescott, Garal, and Cyril were gone. The only one left, Ramon, had betrayed the family and completely abandoned Throne City. Ramon was not dead, but Alonzo cursed him viciously in his heart, hoping he would suffer a fate worse than death Things had gotten so bad that it was inevitable for those below to feel fear and terror. "Let's go!" With those simple words, Alonzo led the group toward the city walls.

"In this battle, either Andrew fails, or the Ludendorff family's hundred years of honor will be destroyed in one fell swoop! How you act, how you persevere, how you choose... It all depends on what's in your hearts!" His words were few and not particularly stirring or inspiring, but the remaining high-ranking members of the Ludendorff family, who had been demoralized and afraid, suddenly felt their fighting spirit surge. They all knew clearly what would happen to them if Throne City fell, and it would be too horrible to imagine.

So, in this battle, they could only hold fast and fight with ---- everything they had. Otherwise, the consequences would be worse than death itself. Climbing onto Throne City's towering walls, Alonzo gazed into the distance. At the edge of the horizon, he could already see two armies approaching. Attacking Throne City from Abyss City was the best route possible. There was nowhere more advantageous than this. Abyss City was originally positioned behind Throne City.

Its geographical location was even better than Aurora City's Being attacked from one's own rear was the easiest scenario imaginable. Alonzo ground his teeth. "Since he wants to force the Ludendorff family into a corner, then he can't blame us for fighting to the death!" Someone beside him said, "Lord Alonzo, the army on the left is Andrew's original forces. The one on the right is his elite troops, the Highland Tribe! The Highland Tribe is excellent at warfare; they were born for battle." As these words fell, Alonzo heard several people near him let out trembling groans.

He felt another surge of anger but held back from slapping sense into these cowards. After all, he himself felt like the empire was crumbling and his entire world ---- was falling apart. One family elder said, "Sir, shouldn't we keep trying to get support from the vampires and werewolves? What they want is simply more slaves and resources. The family could promise 'them what they want first and get both of them to help stabilize the situation!" Alonzo replied coldly, "It's useless. The Cathedral is blocking the center.

For the werewolves and vampires to come support us, they'd have to get past the Cathedral's army. Do you really think that's possible?" Suddenly, a tremor erupted on the horizon. Alonzo's heart tightened as he gripped his heavy sword. He knew the attack was about to begin. Between the two armies, Andrew stood atop a massive war vehicle. Throne City truly lived up to its reputation as the greatest city in the Wastelands. Its walls towered high, reaching 300 feet. Moreover, they were virtually impregnable, capable of withstanding heavy artillery bombardment.

The black granite looked like the muscles of giants, silently stacked layer upon layer. A frontal assault was no different from climbing into the sky. ---- But even if it meant climbing into the sky, some things still had to be done. Without wasting words, Andrew gave the order. "Begin!"