Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3377

Azrael's voice tore through the camp over the broadcast system, rattling every corner of the base.

Soldiers who had been dead asleep jolted awake and threw off their covers, only to find a gleaming blade waiting for them before they could make a sound. They went back down just as fast, without even a gasp.

Nyx and Shiloh moved through the camp like two angels of death, cutting down anyone in their path and leaving destruction in their wake. At the same time, the 50 Cavendish fighters were right there with them, tearing through structures and supplies with a kind of furious energy that was almost electric.

Andrew was not part of the demolition crew and had stayed up on one of the watchtowers. After sending the signal to Cormac in the darkness below, he grabbed his greatsword and locked his eyes onto the central command building.

A split second later, the steel-reinforced door exploded off its hinges with a single kick, and a massive figure in black combat armor stepped out.

The man was broad and towering, gripping a spear that had to be nearly 20 feet long. Every inch of him was covered, sealed tight in full armor with not a single patch of skin exposed. Even his eyes were shielded behind a visor, replaced by two mechanical lenses that blazed red as they swept the chaos around him.

Andrew leaped into the air and brought his sword crashing down toward the figure who was clearly the supreme commander of the Three Empires' Allied Forces.

The massive arc of energy was about to slam into the man's armor when the giant suddenly looked up at him.

Even through the armor, Andrew could not see his opponent's expression, yet he still felt a piercing, ice-cold gaze lock onto him.

The man snapped his spear upward, and Andrew's massive blade of energy was instantly shattered into nothing.

Andrew's eyes narrowed, realizing this opponent had to be at the Beyond Mortal level as well.

In other words, he was no weaker than Andrew himself.

Nonetheless, the stronger the enemy, the stronger Andrew became. He dove straight down with both man and blade, slashing fiercely at his opponent.

A deep, vicious laugh rumbled from inside the armor. "Andrew Lloyd, we meet again."

With a deafening crash and a spray of sparks, the man blocked Andrew's greatsword with his spear and forced it aside.

"My old friend, don't tell me you have forgotten me, Azrael Cassata."

Hearing the mocking tone, Andrew's heart stirred, and he let out a cold laugh. "So it was you, Marshal Cassata of the Fraines Empire. It had indeed been a long time."

"Kill!"

Then, the slaughter began.

Alarms blared nonstop throughout the Three Empires' forces, but the entire camp had already descended into chaos.

Edmond was furious beyond words. He had just rushed out of his tent, ready to unleash a massacre of his own, but the sudden assault led by Cormac made his heart jolt.

A chilling thought swept through him.

The hundreds of thousands of troops stationed here were on the brink of total collapse!