Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3256 "Get lost! I'll kill anyone who gets in my way!" At Chetvine's southern gate, a fearsome old man charged in nonstop from the Sylvan Peaks, carrying towering rage straight toward the city. His eyes were wide, blazing with fury. Before Orson stood 500 figures. They were arrayed in a square formation, their blades drawn in unison, every gaze resolute and cold. The one leading them was Clarence Burnham. A lieutenant general of the military, a martial god in strength. He was Philip's right-hand man and one of the hottest rising generals in all of Holtrien.

Standing behind Clarence were Luna and Valerie. Clarence lowered his visor, his voice low and steady as he said, " Grand Elder Orson, the situation in Chetvine is unstable right now, so please calm yourself and return to the Sylvan Peaks." The massive saber in his hands was noticeably wider and thicker than the others. By weight alone, it was close to 200 pounds. The formidable old man with a full, bushy beard was none other than Orson, the Sylvan Peaks Nieves family's Grand Elder. ---- He drew his energy deep into his core and roared, "Get lost!

If | don't kill Andrew with my own hands, I'm unworthy of being a legend of the Sylvan Peaks. He has insulted my family. How could | spare him?" Clarence's eyes were icy. He declared loudly, "Grand Elder Orson, the military has no interest in the relationship between the Nieves family and Andrew. I'm simply following orders. At this moment, Chetvine is not open to your arrival." Orson sneered. "As | recall, Chetvine isn't the military's private property, is it? Chetvine belongs to all the people of Holtrien.

Philip wants to stop me from entering merely to help that brat." He chuckled and added, "Since I've traveled thousands of miles non-stop, do you think | would leave empty-handed?" Clarence replied calmly, "General Turman anticipated that you, with your fiery temper, wouldn't turn back. So, the General instructed us to be... exceedingly courteous to you." Orson cursed angrily, "Courteous my ass! | know Philip's temper all too well. Fine then! Let's settle this with our hands. They say the military's battle formations are unparalleled.

Today, I'll see it for myself!" With a furious roar, Orson's massive frame seemed to swell even larger. His wild hair and beard whipped violently through ---- the air. His momentum exploded violently as he leaped more than 30 feet, crashing down into Clarence's formation. Clarence showed no panic and gave the order instantly, "Spread out!" The 500 soldiers withdrew in all directions in perfect rhythm, advancing and retreating without the slightest chaos. Clarence lifted his saber and faced Orson directly, letting out a long laugh.

"Grand Elder Orson, allow me to be the first to experience your legendary strength." Orson said coldly, "! will ask one last question. Just one. The military is going to such lengths for that brat Andrew, even pointing blades at your own people. Is he really worth it?" Clarence narrowed his eyes and looked at Orson along the edge of his blade. His answer was powerful and unwavering. "He's absolutely worth it. Once upon a time, Andrew was one of us. If you don't believe me, ask the men behind me.

Ask them how many times Andrew pulled them back from the edge on the battlefield "How many times, when they were on the verge of collapse, was. Andrew still fighting alone to turn the tide? Every one of them would trust Andrew without hesitation. And now, Andrew can ---- trust us just the same!" Orson's fury burned even hotter. His flaming eyes swept across the ranks one by one. Beneath rows of armor were nothing but unyielding gazes. The military's warriors were not from the martial world. Though all were martial artists, those of the martial world could betray and deceive.

However, the military's soldiers trusted only their own comrades. Beyond that, they trusted no one. That was why they were qualified to defend this nation. Moreover, earning the loyalty of these proud warriors was incredibly difficult, even in Orson's eyes. Yet now, the identical resolve in those five hundred stares proved Clarence had spoken nothing but truth: they were all fighting for Andrew. Fighting without hesitation, even against a martial god like Orson. Orson knew that this trip to Chetvine would be anything but easy.

However, his fiery nature was just like a wildfire, and he decided to charge against the current anyway. And so, the battle erupted without another word.