Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3412

Andrew had already clashed with Arya, and after her fall into darkness, her power had risen to an entirely new level. She was now no weaker than a dark progenitor, and in fact, she might have been even stronger. Otherwise, the Vampire Queen would never have made Arya her personal attendant.

At the highest point of the battlefield stood two legendary figures.

One had once been the Grand Archangel of Lomuia Grand Cathedral, the Number One Battle Angel, while the other was the brightest war star of Holtrien.

Their clash lit up the sky in every direction.

For some time, neither side gained the upper hand, and it was impossible to tell who would win or die.

Pietro and Lachlan breathed a long sigh of relief.

Andrew had not failed them, nor had he failed Holtrien.

Lachlan spread his hands, shifting them continuously through the air. Immediately, an energy cage formed and trapped the vampire progenitor, Jorge Monreale, inside.

Jorge roared and began his transformation.

Lachlan pointed a finger, striking the transforming Jorge right between the eyes. Instantly, the latter's body began twisting, erupting with massive amounts of blood.

It looked like someone was draining him dry!

Lachlan seized the opportunity, his figure shooting forward. In an instant, he charged into the Blood Sanctum.

This was the plan he, Pietro, and Elio, the three leaders of Divine Dragon Order, had agreed upon beforehand.

One of them would storm the Sanctum first, forcing the Vampire Queen to make her move. The plan was so dangerous that Elio had not even told Andrew about it.

However, the moment Lachlan rushed into the Blood Sanctum, he was met by the last of the three emperors, Alfonso Ortega of Mirelan.

The opponent was fully armed, and his iron-clad hands clenched abruptly toward Lachlan.

Arya heard Nyx's anguished cry, but she remained unmoved.

The burning black greatsword in her hand suddenly spun in a massive circle. Then, it came crashing down on Andrew's Godslayer.

Andrew's eyes grew cold, gradually transforming. One side darkened, while the other burned red.

Finally, a black-red sword beam, like a collapsing pillar of heaven, slashed out.

Arya grunted in pain, gritting her teeth hard as she was sent flying from the mountaintop. The lifeless look in her eyes finally shifted.

She exclaimed in disbelief, "You're actually stronger than me now?"