Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2902

The wasteland fell into dead silence. Several vultures circled overhead, letting out their annoying croaks.

Where birds like that appeared, it usually meant one thing: death, and not just one or two bodies.

Marshall panted heavily as he finally reached his last remaining unit. What he saw made his blood run cold.

Every elite warrior of the Ludendorff family was dead, and they had died horribly. Some were cut in half at the waist, while others were simply beheaded.

Worse still, every vehicle had been destroyed. Some were blown apart, while others were smashed beyond recognition.

Marshall's expression darkened. He walked through the wreckage after the battle, desperately hoping to find any survivors, but after searching back and forth for over ten minutes, all he saw were dead subordinates.

There was not a single living soul.

Taking a deep breath, Marshall scanned his surroundings.

Andrew was nowhere to be seen. The man was like the craftiest of hunters. He struck once, then vanished immediately.

"Come out!" Marshall suddenly roared. His thunderous shout erupted from his chest and echoed across the wilderness. "If you're a man, come out and face me one-on-one! You're on the Ludendorff family's death list now. You have no chance of survival in the Outlands!"

He shouted until his voice grew hoarse, but the only response came from a few vultures perched on withered trees.

Marshall felt an indescribable irritation gnawing at him, as if even these wretched birds were mocking him. He drew the pistol from his waist and fired several shots.

After a chaotic flurry, the vultures flew away, leaving behind a few carcasses.

Even so, Marshall's violent rage was not relieved in the slightest. He knew he was nothing more than helplessly venting his anger. Unable to find his enemy, he had taken it out on those stupid birds.

He muttered to himself, "Calm down, Marshall! Calm down!"

At the critical moment, the discipline of a true Ludendorff finally showed.

Marshall knew that he could not find Andrew on his own. He had to admit that he had been careless and had underestimated his opponent. The man was clearly a true beast. Given even the smallest opening, he had wiped out all of his followers.

There was only one option left: he had to return to the family immediately, gather elite forces, and launch a ruthless manhunt.

There was no other way.

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