Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3006

Facing the golden lightning before him, Andrew retaliated with his sword, unleashing three consecutive sword strikes. His body shifted hundreds of meters through the air as the golden lightning, seemingly enraged, chased after him to strike.

However, black-red sword beams continuously shot from Godslayer, countering the golden lightning.

A few seconds later, Andrew stopped mid-air, his overwhelming aura surging straight into the sky. The golden lightning dissipated into wisps of smoke and vanished.

Pointing his greatsword forward, Andrew flashed a smug smile and said, "Cardinal Kass, the Cathedral's holy light isn't that impressive after all."

At this moment, Andrew radiated a domineering, supremely confident aura. His demonic presence swept over the entire battlefield below, and the Cathedral warriors felt their resolve waver involuntarily, their scalps tingling with fear. For a moment, they even forgot to attack.

Lysander, shocked and furious, roared and shot up from the ground. He charged at Andrew again, throwing continuous punches.

Andrew's eyes turned cold as he glanced at him. Gripping his greatsword with both hands, he slashed down viciously.

In the sky above, a sword beam hundreds of meters long toppled like a collapsing pillar, carrying boundless sword energy as it plummeted straight toward Lysander's head.

"What on…" Lysander was horrified.

Under this overwhelming sword strike, the angelic phantom behind him could not withstand the pressure and reluctantly dissipated first. Then, his youthful face became twisted with pain, cracks appearing as if countless beams of light were about to burst from within his body.

Below, Makhaylus, who was leading the army's assault on the city gates, sensed the danger. He looked up at Lysander in mid-air, his eyes burning with rage.

He roared, "Lysander!"

His body then swelled infinitely as he bellowed. In an instant, a true giant appeared on the battlefield. Just in terms of height, Makhaylus now stood nearly 16 feet tall.

Never mind the Pope, but even Mephiston would not let Kass off easily.

The massive sword beam tore into Makhaylus' body. He howled in pain but lowered his head and continued to embrace Lysander tightly.

The divine light in his eyes rapidly dimmed. "Makhaylus!" Lysander roared, tears welling in his eyes.

"Lysander, I won't let anything happen to you!" Makhaylus smiled weakly, prepared for death. But suddenly, the sword beam that cut across the sky dissipated.

A massive penetrating wound remained on Makhaylus's body. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been cleaved in two. Yet, for him, it was only life-threatening, but not truly fatal.

Kass' crimson robes billowed as he positioned himself in front of the two angels, watching Andrew warily. He asked coldly, "Why did you hold back?"