บททั้งหมดของ Rising from the Ashes: บทที่ 2581 - บทที่ 2590

Andrew let out two beast-like, heavy gasps. His consciousness hovered in a semi-comatose state, leaving his body entirely governed by its most primal instincts, meaning he had no idea what he was doing. While he might have been unaware, Shiloh, pinned beneath him, felt everything with terrifying clarity. She could not believe she was actually being intimate with Andrew, and it was already reaching its final stage. The man on top of her was like a wild animal, engaged in the unspeakable act. Her black dress was torn, clearly revealing the bloody scratches on her fair arms, thighs, and shoulders, leaving no doubt about what she had just endured. That overwhelming force made Shiloh, despite being a martial emperor, feel as if she might be torn apart at any second. "Bastard!" she gritted through her teeth, tears streaking from her eyes. She threw a palm strike straight at Andrew's forehead. Yet, Andrew's reaction was unnaturally fast. He continued pounding her, but his hands cau

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce his throat, Andrew snorted coldly. He slapped the ground, using the momentum to leap upward. Enraged, Shiloh adjusted her grip and tried to swing the massive sword upward in a low arc aimed at Andrew's legs. However, the greatsword in her hand suddenly emitted a deafening hum, as if it were resisting and refusing her command. The next moment, Shiloh cried out in pain as the sword was violently thrown from her grasp and clattered to the floor. Both Andrew and she were stunned by this sudden turn of events. Shiloh looked at her palms, which were now covered in scorch marks; the sword had burned her. "There's something strange about this sword!" Andrew exclaimed in disbelief. Shiloh looked at the greatsword on the ground, her eyes now filled with wariness as well. Andrew stepped around the sword and grabbed her slender wrist. "Let go!" Shiloh tried to pull her hand back, her voice icy. Ignoring her protest, Andrew said calmly, "Le

Andrew was stunned. Had he and Shiloh really stayed underwater from one night until the next? … An entire day had passed. Andrew stepped out of the lake and oriented himself, planning to head back immediately. He had been gone too long, and Sheena and the others were probably worried sick by now. But just then, faint voices drifted to his ears. "Search everywhere. Leave no corner unchecked." "Mr. Topsfield Senior, we've already combed the entire area. There's no sign of her." "The only place left is down below, but with how dangerous the Sword Pool is, we didn't dare go in." "Then she either drowned in the pool or escaped somewhere else." A colder voice cut through the others. "Enough. Everyone, fall back. I don't want any more chaos here. I'll handle the rest myself." Andrew froze just as he was about to slip into the trees. He noticed that the voices came from the other side of the hill. Ever since the Blood Pith's energy had fused with his own, his senses had

Throughout history, only Alfredo and the successive masters of Swordhaven Keep had the qualifications and knowledge to enter this place. He searched the lakebed again and again, his anger boiling while his heart sank like a stone. The divine sword was truly gone, and he could not even wrap his head around it. Who on earth had the ability to pull out Godslayer? Unless it was a martial god-level expert who came here personally to do it. Then again, even a martial god might not succeed. After all, Alfredo was now a martial God himself, just one step away from ascension. Yet, every time he had tried to draw the Godslayer, he had been met with violent rejection and chaos. Through years of careful investigation and research, Alfredo had finally confirmed that pulling out Godslayer did not require absolute martial force. Rather, it required a certain qualification to make the sword spirit recognize a master. For a time, he had been rejected by the divine sword precisely because he

Andrew froze in disbelief. A faint, familiar scent told him exactly who this was: Luna. She suddenly wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips fiercely against his. At the same time, she whispered quickly against his ear, "Kiss me. Don't think about anything else, just kiss me." That instant rush of sweetness set Andrew's heart ablaze. Dropping his greatsword to the side, he pulled Luna close, kissing her deeply and with full focus. However, his hand grew restless, sliding beneath her shirt to stroke her waist, then moving higher until it cupped her chest. Luna let out a soft sound, half gasp, half moan, as if she wanted to push him away. However, his kiss grew even hungrier. Andrew's heart swelled with heat and disbelief. Was Luna actually turned on? A woman being this forward was rare, and he could not deny how much he enjoyed it. Yet outside the window, bathed in moonlight, a dark shadow appeared: Alfredo. He stood silently at the doorway, holding a torchlight in h