Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3288

Outside Holtrien's Azure Gate, a vast army stretched across the land like a dark, rolling tide, lining up directly before the pass. Atop the gate, Philip, the highest-ranking commander of the military, withdrew his gaze and turned to the generals behind him.

He said calmly, "Hold the line to your last breath."

There were no extra words, yet the resolve in his tone was unmistakable.

"Yes, sir!"

The generals answered in unison, their voices ringing with steel-like force.

Philip walked down from the towering black city walls and reached the lower level. There, he saw disciples from Swordhaven Keep had also arrived at Azure Gate.

He grabbed one of them and asked, "Where is Mr. Topsfield Senior?"

The disciple replied quietly, "General, Mr. Topsfield Senior is unwell and can't come to take part in the battle."

Philip sneered coldly. "Unwell? Claiming to be sick at a time like this doesn't seem quite right, does it?"

The disciple did not dare say another word.

However, Philip did not give him a hard time, just told him to get lost. Clearly, Alfredo was shirking his responsibilities and playing games.

The Dark Clans' army, along with the allied forces of the three great empires, had already attacked. Azure Gate was within Swordhaven Keep's defensive zone.

Obviously, no one believed Alfredo when he claimed he was feeling unwell.

Nonetheless, Philip did not pursue the matter further. Alfredo was an arrogant and prideful man. Moreover, he carried significant weight in Holtrien's Eastern Regions. If he really pushed him too hard, Philip feared the man would turn hostile.

Not long ago, when Andrew entered Holtrien, the first person he dealt with was Alfredo. It seemed that even now, Alfredo was still holding a grudge.

"If I can't get Mr. Topsfield Senior to come, then I'll have someone who can make him come do the asking afterward."

Franz said stubbornly, "A small fry like me doesn't even register in Mr. Vazquez's eyes. Let me put it this way: in terms of martial arts, scheming, strategy, vision, or anything else, I'm not even worthy of carrying his shoes. But I know one truth. Those who commit too many wrongs will bring about their own downfall.

"Andrew will definitely be a wise ruler in the future, and his rise didn't necessarily require stepping on figures like Guillermo. But Mr. Vazquez's methods were truly disgraceful. Honestly, given today's outcome, I feel neither regret nor sorrow. I can only say that Mr. Vazquez brewed this ending with his own hands."

Philip smiled. "Franz, you think very highly of Andrew, don't you?"

Franz smiled back. "Rather than saying I think highly of him, I'd say the people's eyes are sharp. I followed him back in the Outlands and went through so much with him. Andrew is someone you can safely entrust your life to."

Philip said, "Well said."

Franz added, "Oh, by the way, General, there's another piece of good news. Andrew has now reached Beyond Mortal Limits in strength. He's entered the ranks of Holtrien's most elite powerhouses."

Philip was taken aback. "That fast? This guy is truly unstoppable now."