Todos los capítulos de Rising from the Ashes: Capítulo 2891 - Capítulo 2900

Andrew had not expected to get drunk last night. It was only half a bottle of decent liquor, and he had just two glasses. Then, without realizing it, he passed out drunk. That night, Andrew slept more soundly than ever before.On one hand, he had confirmed that Reginald was still alive and had already escaped from Wraith Graveyard. On the other hand, he had encountered fellow countrymen in a foreign land.Truth be told, since arriving in the Outlands, Andrew had been constantly on edge. The Ludendorff family had hunted him for no good reason, and all along the way, he was either killing people or dodging attacks.Although throughout it all, he could not say it had been too dangerous. But ever since leaving Holtrien, he had been living a completely different kind of life. It was nothing like his days back in Chetvine, where his ladies surrounded him, and everything felt warm and steady.Now, he lived as a wanderer, alone, fighting on his own, and moving without a fixed destination

The other town warriors did not understand what Martial Emperor or Martial God meant. However, Marquis and Duke were titles they had known all their lives in the wastelands.They all gasped in shock. After all, it was truly hard to imagine that Andrew, who was even younger than some of them, was already a powerhouse comparable to a Marquis or Duke.From that moment on, the way the town warriors looked at Andrew changed completely.Curiosity and gratitude were replaced by pure respect and awe. To them, a Marquis or Duke-level powerhouse was like a god. With a single word, such a person could decide their life or death.The threat to the town came from a group of bandits.Andrew did not let Louie or the other warriors take action. He only told them to wait several miles away.Alone, without even drawing his greatsword, he headed straight for the target.Half an hour later, Andrew was done. When the distant gunfire and screams disappeared, a massive fire shot up into the sky.Loui

Timmy's slender neck was instantly locked in Marshall's hand. With just a little force, Marshall could separate the boy's head from his body. Timmy's face flushed red as he coughed painfully, but he did not dare struggle or strike at Marshall's hand. In his eyes was only fear.Seeing this, Louie anxiously stepped forward and pleaded, "Sir, what are you doing? He's just an innocent child. Please put him down. If you're angry, just let it out on me!"A Ludendorff family warrior slammed the hilt of his blade forward, and Louie's nose was smashed, blood flowing everywhere. He was knocked to the ground, rolling in utter misery."Mr. Shields!" The eight warriors behind could no longer suppress their rage and frustration.One by one, their eyes turned red as they glared at Marshall.Marshall sneered dismissively, lifting Timmy up, his smile turning vicious as he faced all the townspeople."I'll ask this one last time: has anyone seen that man or not? If you have, step forward now and

The sun slowly sank toward the horizon. Andrew lay prone behind a low, unremarkable ridge and remained still. He was waiting for full darkness to fall, because only then would it be easier to move.From his position, he could barely see the town gate and most of the settlement beyond it.It was deathly silent, with not a single sound to be heard. Thin smoke still lingered over one corner of the town, as if the fires there had only just burned out.Andrew's heart was as still as his gaze, calm and without the slightest ripple. Without stepping inside to confirm it himself, he already knew what had happened to this town where fellow Holtriens had lived.If he had felt pain when he first sensed it, then now even that pain was gone. All that remained was absolute calm, and beneath that calm was a killing intent ready to erupt at any time.Blood debts had to be repaid with blood.Andrew drank the remaining half-bottle of liquor Louie had given him. Although he had already done somethi

After chasing for most of the day, covering over eight miles, Marshall finally realized something was wrong.He frowned as he hissed, "This is a trap!"After confirming once more the misleading clues before him, Marshall's expression changed. However, he immediately sneered coldly afterward. After all, could a bug's trap even be called a trap? What tricks could a crawling insect possibly pull?He immediately contacted Jeroff over the radio. "Jeroff, have you caught up with him on your end? Respond."Jeroff's voice came through the static. "Sir, I have not spotted him yet. If he is not with you either, then he should be between our positions."Marshall nodded, thinking the same. "Alright then. I'll…"He was about to say that he would regroup with the middle group when a roar from Jeroff erupted over the radio.Jeroff shouted. "Get out of the way, move! He's underground, dodge! He is underground. Get out of there!" A violent explosion erupted skyward, and then the radio signal