Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2789

Andrew had already lost all sense of reason at this point. The only thing keeping him fighting was pure instinct and the buried, primal urge to kill.

His greatsword came crashing down from above, though it did not target any of the five directly. Even so, all five suddenly felt a crushing weight bearing down on them.

Fear rose in their chests at the exact same moment.

Three of them instantly retreated, prioritizing survival above all else.

Only Damon and Titus, who had spent a lifetime fighting side by side, recognized the real opening. Retreating guaranteed serious injury, so the only path to victory was to meet the strike head-on.

Their judgment and battle instincts were, without question, correct. They took Andrew's descending strike straight on, their energy flaring violently as it collided with Godslayer.

However, what they did not expect was that none of their companions stayed behind to help them absorb the impact.

With only the two of them remaining in front of Godslayer, it was impossible to fully block the blow. The murderous weapon had been pushed to its limits by Andrew, and its bloodthirst was terrifying. After absorbing Andrew's blood earlier, even its blade seemed to faintly turn crimson.

Titus was slightly weaker than Damon. His shoulder was the first to split open with a sharp crack as Godslayer's aura sliced him.

Blood sprayed out as Titus let out a pained groan, yet he still refused to step back. Sweat streamed down his face as he shouted, "Damon, be careful, I can't hold it much longer!"

Damon's expression twisted as he forced out another burst of strength. From below, he slammed both palms upward against the blade.

"You little bastard, Titus and I will kill you today!" Damon shrieked with venomous hatred at Andrew, who hovered mid-air with the greatsword.

By this point, the fight was no longer a simple case of the Divine Alchemists wanting to crush Andrew. Instead, both sides had been pushed to their absolute limits, filled with nothing but the desire to tear the other to pieces.

Andrew pressed down on Godslayer with both hands, his ice-cold face smeared with blood. Then, without warning, he grabbed the sword's razor edge with his bare hand.

Everyone around froze in shock, instantly sensing that something terrible was about to happen.

Pain flashed across Andrew's pale face as Godslayer drank his blood wildly. The blade shifted from dark red to bright crimson. It glowed like the sunset, dripping with the promise of violence.

With a sharp hum, Godslayer's destructive power surged. It tore straight through the energy barrier protecting Damon and Titus. In the next second, the blade swung down toward Titus' head.

Titus' eyes filled with disbelief and pure terror as he screamed, "No!"

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