Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3359 Andrew said, "Patriarch Atticus, judging from the current balance of power, I'm going to say something blunt. The Cavendish royal family may not be able to hold the northeastern front line. So the Cavendish family will still need reinforcements." Atticus smiled and replied, "Mr. Lloyd, what you said is the truth, and I'm grateful rather than offended. Come, let us withdraw to the Cavendish family headquarters first. As for how to respond next, we will have to rely on you, Mr.

Lloyd." Inside the command center of the three empires, a martial god dressed in black stood covered in blood. "That man on Holtrien's side was far too troublesome. The five of us surrounded him and still could not do anything to him." The black-clad martial god raged, "Not only that, he took the chance to kill several of our people. Marshal Cassata, it seems only you can step in personally. Otherwise, it'll be tough for us to seize Holtrien's northeastern stronghold quickly." The command center fell silent. Ordinary soldiers were not even qualified to enter.

Suddenly, a machine placed in the corner began to hum. The ---- hatch lifted, and a broad-shouldered figure slowly sat up from inside. He was a tall man with a thin mustache, sharp cheekbones, and fierce eyes. "Edmond, you went in with 12 men, correct? 12 martial god-level elites, the breakthrough specialists of the three combined armies, and not only did you lose, but you came back short several heads. Interesting." The marshal of the three allied empires, Azrael Cassata of the Fraines, spoke in a cold voice. "You have made me look very bad.

Do you understand?" The black-clad martial god, Edmond Munoz, lowered his head even further. "My apologies, sir." Azrael snorted. "Don't talk to me about apologies. | know you're not convinced. You are from the Mirelan, and you think | can't truly command you. So your politeness is nothing more than surface courtesy. "But Edmond, if this campaign fails, your Emperor won't be coming after me. He'll be coming after you. And given how he handles failure, do you really think you'd survive that?" Edmond's face shifted slightly, and he said with a trembling voice, "You're right, Marshal.

I'll make up for this failure." Azrael gave a cold laugh. "You don't have that ability, and the ---- facts have already proven it, have they not?" Edmond clenched his teeth and growled bitterly, "I didn't recognize who that man from Holtrien was. If we had known in advance, we wouldn't have been cut down by him like that." A strange glint appeared in Azrael's eyes. "If I'm not mistaken, he is Holtrien's legend, Reginald Lloyd's son, Andrew. Of course, he's also a legend in his own right.

He once led the Iron Cavalry, and he's widely acknowledged as the top candidate to become the future leader of the Divine Dragon Order." Those titles shocked Edmond. "Marshal, that man was Holtrien's Andrew Lloyd? The one who rose to supremacy during the struggle in the Outlands?" Azrael replied coldly, "It seems that only | can personally deal with him among the three allied empires. My original target was the Patriarch of the Cavendish royal family.

But now, I'll have to reveal myself early and kill this young man first." Edmond quickly said, "With you taking action, Marshal, our chances are absolute. When the time comes, we'll break through the mountain pass in one strike and drive straight into the heart of Holtrien. With the Dark Trinity tying down Azure Gate in the east, we can launch a full-scale assault deep inside Holtrien."