Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2987

Franz snorted coldly, then swung his longsword down with full force. However, Makhaylus' physical body was unbelievably hard. With a dull crash, the blade was knocked flying, while Makhaylus himself remained completely unharmed.

Makhaylus' terrifying strength was about to slam into the city gate. Yet Andrew, standing at the rear, still rested his hand on his sword and did not move, as if he had not even noticed Makhaylus approaching.

It was as though the danger did not exist to him at all.

A flicker of dark light flashed across the battlefield again and again. Then, Nyx's dagger lightly swept across the back of Makhaylus' neck.

Makhaylus' once-indestructible body suddenly erupted with a burst of white radiance. He let out a shocked roar and no longer dared to attack the gate, instead spinning around with fear written all over his face.

"Dragonfang assassin, Nyx?" He retreated three full steps, pulling back into the center of the Cathedral's army before he finally felt safe.

Nyx landed in front of the city gate like a ghost and stared coldly at Makhaylus.

Petra stepped forward to reinforce the defense, joining Franz to hold back the Cathedral army's assault. Makhaylus, furious but restrained by fear, could only glare in rage and no longer dared to approach the gate.

In the air above, Kass began to pray. The scripture in his hands glowed white as the pages turned one by one.

Garal knew he could not let Kass complete that damned chant. The Cathedral's power was nothing to take lightly, and no one wanted to face it head-on.

So, Garal made a split-second decision and charged across the sky, swinging his battle axe straight at Kass.

Kass calmly lifted his eyes and glanced at Garal. He was already done praying, and a massive burst of holy light exploded from his body.

Garal felt as if a charging prehistoric mammoth had smashed into his chest. He grunted as he was blasted backward, axe and all, crashing onto the city wall. Although he was not injured, his blood churned violently inside.

'That was close!' Garal silently cursed.

If Kass had not been severely wounded already, that one hit might have knocked him out of the fight completely. After all, Garal himself could not even match Viktor. Right now, his advantage was that he held the home field at Abyss City. Hence, he could afford to drag this out.

However, Kass could not afford to, not with his injuries. Then again, he was famously fanatical and stubborn. Forcing himself to use the Sacred Scripture made him start bleeding from his wounds, but he began his chant once again.

Garal roared, "Prescott!"

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