All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 2901 - Chapter 2910

The wasteland fell into dead silence. Several vultures circled overhead, letting out their annoying croaks.Where birds like that appeared, it usually meant one thing: death, and not just one or two bodies.Marshall panted heavily as he finally reached his last remaining unit. What he saw made his blood run cold.Every elite warrior of the Ludendorff family was dead, and they had died horribly. Some were cut in half at the waist, while others were simply beheaded.Worse still, every vehicle had been destroyed. Some were blown apart, while others were smashed beyond recognition.Marshall's expression darkened. He walked through the wreckage after the battle, desperately hoping to find any survivors, but after searching back and forth for over ten minutes, all he saw were dead subordinates.There was not a single living soul.Taking a deep breath, Marshall scanned his surroundings.Andrew was nowhere to be seen. The man was like the craftiest of hunters. He struck once, then vani

Andrew's Godslayer slashed down head-on, hammering Marshall back again and again, his eyelids twitching wildly as intense pain appeared on his face.Andrew spat, "Not only are you weak, but your family is nothing special either. Don't worry. After I deal with you, I'll personally deliver your head to the Ludendorff family. You call yourselves kings of the wasteland, but I am going to test that claim."Marshall shrieked, "Your name is Andrew Lloyd, right? You'll definitely regret this!"Andrew sneered viciously. "The one who should regret everything is you. When you slaughtered everyone in that town, your fate was sealed. Death is all that awaits you." Andrew's figure flashed again and again, and he suddenly appeared above Marshall. With a fierce shout, he brought the greatsword down once more.Marshall raised one arm skyward, flames spiraling wildly around it. However, his arm was severed instantly, and the last trace of color drained from his face."How is this possible? How co

A direct heir of the Ludendorff family had been taken out, and the way he died was brutally horrific. The signal behind it was obvious to anyone with half a brain.Someone out there did not take Ludendorff, the King of the Outlands, seriously at all.Raiden spoke calmly, "Fine. I'll leave this to you. But you know what I want."Cyril slammed his right fist against his chest and bowed deeply. "Your will is the will of the entire Ludendorff family. I will carry it out to the very end."Raiden nodded with satisfaction. However, he suddenly added, "The one who killed Marshall was a Holtrien. From what I can tell, this person appears to be quite skilled. At the very least, he's got to be at the martial emperor level or higher. But as far as I know, there aren't many Holtriens in the Outlands with that kind of power."Cyril sneered viciously. "There aren't many, but not a single one will escape me. If they can't give the Ludendorff family the answers we want, then every last Holtrien in

Andrew shook his head. "Figures. The kinder you are, the more people step on you and treat you like you are easy prey. Wait a second."That last line was directed at the manager.The man stopped and said coldly, "Sir, do you need something else? If you want protection from our restaurant. That will be 10,000 Meurico dollars, or ten gold bars."Andrew answered him with a direct slap to the face. With a loud bang, the man was sent flying. He crashed to the ground and struggled to his feet, roaring, "You are digging your own grave! Cause trouble here, and even God himself will not save you." Dozens of footsteps rang out, and immediately, a group of tattooed thugs surrounded Andrew. Meanwhile, the two little girls retreated behind the crowd.Andrew sneered. "The Ironheads you talked about were just your own little extortion racket."The man who had been hit grinned viciously. "So what if you figured it out? I will tell you straight, this place is backed by the city lord's office.

Two massive energies erupted and shot straight into the sky. It was the raw power released by Garal, the Lord of Abyss City.One was heavy and overwhelming, while the other was dark and obscure, impossible to fully grasp. It was the battle intent surging from Andrew."Out here in the wastelands, no one stands against the Ludendorff family."Garal's warhammer slammed head-on into Andrew's greatsword.The two of them clashed like gladiators, launching into brutal attacks the moment they met. It was a direct contest of strength and explosive physical power.Andrew's hair whipped wildly in the raging currents of energy.Godslayer crashed down on Garal in a three-strike combo, and each blow was heavier than the last. By the third strike, the massive blade of Godslayer was already flowing with scorching light.Nonetheless, Garal was no ordinary opponent. He was nothing like the City of Hope's lord and those of his kind. As a key territorial commander of the Ludendorff family, he posse