Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3138 Arya's expression was cold as frost. The white holy sword in her hand lifted a massive pillar of sacred light and slashed down violently. On the ground below, Andrew's expression was ice-cold. Storm energy swirled around Godslayer, and his aura surged wildly. With a single strike of his own, he met her attack head-on. "Andrew, you devil, | told you | wouldn't let you continue growing stronger." Arya's face was sacred and solemn, devoid of any emotion. "As long as | am here, you'll never achieve your demonic ambitions and desires in the Wastelands!" Andrew snorted coldly.

"Arya, you crazy woman, I've been waiting for you for ages!" Arya sneered. "Looks like you knew | wouldn't just stand by and watch, Then you should be prepared to be completely annihilated!" Her white holy sword came crashing down again with overwhelming force. The dazzling sacred light was so bright it was blinding. Andrew's greatsword struck back in rapid succession. Even so, he was still being suppressed by the white sacred light, forced ---- downward toward the ground. Arya said coldly, "Nyx can't help you right now.

| know you won't wait around for death, so go ahead and call all your people to fight. Don't worry, | won't hold back. Since the Highland Tribe warriors have fallen into corruption just like you, I'll purify them along with you." Andrew held back the blood rising to his throat and laughed mockingly. "You're making yourself sound way too righteous, Aryal. Looks like the Pope wants to be King of the Wastelands too. You should've just said so. For the sake of that old geezer, | could've handed Throne City over to him." Arya's sacred face flared with anger.

"Blasphemer, you're asking for death!" As she spoke, an overwhelming sacred light slashed down like a killing storm Andrew's greatsword clanged as he blocked repeatedly, continuously retreating. Arya pursued relentlessly, her eyes cold and determined. She had already promised Kass that this time, she would kill Andrew for sure. The reason she had waited until now to strike was that Nyx was already tied up, fighting on top of Throne City. Arya had seized this opportunity to ensure Andrew's death ---- Though he put up quite some resistance, in her eyes, it was still far from enough.

Currently, on the entire battlefield, the only ones who could threaten her were probably the progenitor-level figures from the Dark Clans. Andrew and Arya fought their way in the opposite direction, killing their way deep into the Wastelands, far from the center of the battlefield. Arya began reciting a prayer. Immediately, the white color of her holy sword brightened another shade. Andrew's heart tightened as he cursed at how formidable the crazy woman was. Nevertheless, he had to hold on. Taking a deep breath, Andrew also activated the holy light inheritance within his body.

Instantly, the black and red on his greatsword faded, and white sacred light began swirling around it. The two greatswords collided in midair, a battle of holy light against holy light. Both Arya's snow-white face and Andrew's face were illuminated in the same bright light. Arya roared, "Blasphemer, | don't know what method you used to wield the power of holy light.

But | will let you know that no matter how cunning you are or how desperately you struggle, ---- you cannot escape the fate of being ended!" Arya's white holy sword suddenly vibrated, and a ripple of energy slammed directly into Andrew's chest. Throwing his head back, he could no longer hold it in and spat out a mouthful of blood. On top of Throne City, Nyx was frantic with worry. "Arya, if you kill Andrew, I'll end my life too!" Her voice carried a desperate shriliness. Arya turned a deaf ear. She swung her greatsword horizontally and fired three more white lightning bolts downward.

She thought, 'Nyx, even if you hate me and want to kill me, | still have to eliminate him. The Pope had personally given the order that this man must die.' Of course, the reason was sacred, because this Andrew was the greatest blasphemer, even more blasphemous than the princes of the Dark Clans, and already comparable to several dark progenitors. Arya had once felt a moment of confusion about this. Was Andrew's blasphemy really comparable to the dark progenitors? However, the Pope's stern teachings had once again purified her doubting heart.

By killing Andrew, she would be doing the most righteous thing of her life. ---- It had to be so. Andrew raised his hand and wiped away the blood pouring from his mouth. His expression turned ferocious. Without hesitation, he activated Arcturus' Primordial Thunder. Then, he shot into the sky and clashed with Arya once more. At the same time, Andrew began exerting all his might to force out the totem power of the Lloyd royal family. Andrew had no choice but to withstand Arya's assault because 'the critical moment he was waiting for hadn't arrived yet.

In the vampire camp, Gaston withdrew his gaze. He said ina deep voice, "Progenitor, Andrew and the Cathedral's archangel have started fighting. From the looks of it, Andrew won't last much longer and will surely be killed by Arya." Jorge said calmly, "Gaston, does Andrew look like he's putting onan act to you?"