Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3291

Jeffery remained silent, which meant he was giving his consent.

Right now, Holtrien was facing a powerful enemy, trapped between internal chaos and external pressure. From a strategic standpoint, he should never have allowed the Hearst family's disciples to clash with the Lloyd family at a time like this.

However, Pablo's death had dealt a devastating blow to the Hearst family's younger generation. If he continued to suppress their anger, it could very well lead to a mutiny.

Besides, Zavian had already made his move.

The gray-haired martial god of the Hearst family stormed out of the command tent with a thunderous roar. "Zavian, I'm coming to help you!"

He leaped into the fray, joining forces with Zavian to gang up on Sheena.

On the Lloyd family's side, the department heads were all seething with rage. "Patriarch Donovan, since the Hearst family is acting this way, we won't hold back either!"

Donovan frowned deeply. "Jeffery isn't someone who acts rashly, at least not normally. Right now, Holtrien is facing a national crisis. Does he really want to see bloodshed?"

However, he could not bear watching Sheena fall into a disadvantage. He was about to give the order, and one of the Lloyd family's veteran martial gods was ready to make his move.

Just then, Andrew's voice came through calmly, "Let me handle this."

Donovan and the others were overjoyed. "Andrew, you made it!"

Andrew smiled. "Actually, Sheena and I arrived around the same time. She was just worried about the frontlines, so she rushed ahead."

Besides Andrew, Nyx had also come along. In addition, Eric and Jerome had traveled with them.

Andrew's other lovers remained in Chetvine to gather supplies.

The military front was under intense pressure, and back home, Lauren, Chantelle, and the others had voluntarily organized to support the front lines.

Donovan asked, "Andy, do you think we should escalate this conflict with the Hearst family? To be honest, I'm not entirely sure about this decision. If we escalate, and our own people end up killing each other, then those of us here will truly become sinners to those fighting at the front!"

Occasionally, when Zavian faced her fierce attacks, he had no choice but to retreat quickly, which infuriated him.

That gray-haired martial god from the Hearst family, however, was extremely vicious in his strikes. With a grim expression, every move he made was lethal.

Andrew snorted coldly, "Nyx, help me restrain that old man. But don't kill him. At a time like this, losing a martial god would be a waste. The frontlines need their contribution."

Nyx pouted. "Got it, you're just showing mercy to talent. Wait, no, you cherish the people."

She giggled and added, "Does that mean you will soon become the ruler of Holtrien?"

Andrew felt helpless. "Don't talk nonsense. I don't have that kind of ambition!"

Nyx walked out casually. "Even if you don't have that ambition, Holtrien needs someone like that right now. Otherwise, how can anything be accomplished when everyone's scattered?"

As her words fell, she vanished in a blur, moving so fast that it was hard to catch her.