---- Chapter 2878 The Cerulean Tide surged even more violently. Andrew leaped up and climbed onto a crumbling wall. The tide flowed right beneath his feet, and wherever it passed, countless wraiths surged through like an undead army. Even someone with Andrew''s nerves could not help breaking into a cold sweat. With this many spirits, even a martial god would have to retreat. This cursed graveyard was truly treacherous. The main problem was that these spirits could continuously draw energy from the tide to sustain themselves. It was like deploying an army that carried its own supply line.


    Wherever the tide reached, the battlefield followed, and it never worried about resources. Andrew waited atop the wall, watching for the tide to recede. Suddenly, a soft white glow lit up in the darkness not far away. At the same time, a cold, distant voice reached Andrew''s ears. "If you don''t want to die, you''d better follow me. The ce where you''re standing will soon be swallowed by the tide, and there''s nowhere for you to hide. Come with me. I can save you." ---- As the words fell, a pure white figure within the glow quickly moved away. Andrew hesitated for a moment.


    Then, he leaped into the distance. He quickly pursued the white light through the ruins. The white light seemed intent on testing him, suddenly elerating dramatically. In a few shes, it had opened up considerable distance between them. Andrew sneered and increased his own speed, following without falling behind at all. Before long, they had circled around arge section of ruins and arrived at a strange location. Whaty before them had once been a dense forest of towering trees. But now, everything had withered and decayed.


    The leaves were dead, the tall trunks looked diseased, and the entire forest gave off an ominous feeling. Yellow liquid even oozed from the roots of some trees, with a stench that would make anyone retch. Beside a rtively clean pool of water, the white light extinguished. In its ce stood a young woman dressed in white, with white hair, like a spirit of the night. Her rose-colored pupils focused on Andrew, studying him carefully. Andrew was likewise sizing her up.


    Without a doubt, this had to ---- be Rosemary Clooney, the Ivory Seraph from Lomuia Grand Cathedral, whom the Ludendorff family had posted a bounty to find As for people from the Western Church, Andrew felt neither fondness nor hatred. He preferred to keep his distance and stay respectful from afar. "My name is Rosemary Clooney. I don''t care whether you live or die, but to escape this ce, I need an ally. So, I took the risk of saving you. Now I''ll tell you my n. If you''re willing, we can safely escape this ce together." Andrew raised an eyebrow.


    "And what if I''m not willing?" Rosemary''s expression remained nk. "Then you''ll die here. Don''t worry about thanking me for saving your life; followers of the God of Light don''t ept gratitude from heathens. But trust me, without my help, you''ll die for sure." Andrew sneered. "Is that so? Well, what a coincidence. I happen to be the kind of person who doesn''t need others bossing me around. You already said you need someone''s help, so if I don''t help you, you''ll die for sure too, won''t you?" Rosemary''s face darkened slightly. "Your kind are as unreliable as ever, and just as cunning.


    But what if I kill you first?" Andrew found a clean spot and casually sat down, then replied ---- dismissively, "Feel free to try it."