Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3256

"Get lost! I'll kill anyone who gets in my way!"

At Chetvine's southern gate, a fearsome old man charged in nonstop from the Sylvan Peaks, carrying towering rage straight toward the city. His eyes were wide, blazing with fury.

Before Orson stood 500 figures. They were arrayed in a square formation, their blades drawn in unison, every gaze resolute and cold.

The one leading them was Clarence Burnham. A lieutenant general of the military, a martial god in strength. He was Philip's right-hand man and one of the hottest rising generals in all of Holtrien.

Standing behind Clarence were Luna and Valerie.

Clarence lowered his visor, his voice low and steady as he said, "Grand Elder Orson, the situation in Chetvine is unstable right now, so please calm yourself and return to the Sylvan Peaks."

The massive saber in his hands was noticeably wider and thicker than the others. By weight alone, it was close to 200 pounds.

The formidable old man with a full, bushy beard was none other than Orson, the Sylvan Peaks Nieves family's Grand Elder.

He drew his energy deep into his core and roared, "Get lost! If I don't kill Andrew with my own hands, I'm unworthy of being a legend of the Sylvan Peaks. He has insulted my family. How could I spare him?"

Clarence's eyes were icy. He declared loudly, "Grand Elder Orson, the military has no interest in the relationship between the Nieves family and Andrew. I'm simply following orders. At this moment, Chetvine is not open to your arrival."

Orson sneered. "As I recall, Chetvine isn't the military's private property, is it? Chetvine belongs to all the people of Holtrien. Philip wants to stop me from entering merely to help that brat."

He chuckled and added, "Since I've traveled thousands of miles non-stop, do you think I would leave empty-handed?"

Clarence replied calmly, "General Turman anticipated that you, with your fiery temper, wouldn't turn back. So, the General instructed us to be… exceedingly courteous to you."

Orson cursed angrily, "Courteous my ass! I know Philip's temper all too well. Fine then! Let's settle this with our hands. They say the military's battle formations are unparalleled. Today, I'll see it for myself!"

With a furious roar, Orson's massive frame seemed to swell even larger. His wild hair and beard whipped violently through the air.

His momentum exploded violently as he leaped more than 30 feet, crashing down into Clarence's formation.

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