---- Chapter 2905 Marshall''s death sent shockwaves throughout the entire Ounds. It was not because Marshall himself held overwhelming influence. No matter how capable he was, he was only one of the more outstanding descendants of the Ludendorff family. What truly caused the uproar was hisst name, Ludendorff. And more importantly, he was a direct heir of the Ludendorff family. Acold morning drizzle soaked Throne City. Under the gray, oppressive sky, the entire city looked heavy and suffocating.


    Two columns of escorts, dressed head to toe in ck, escorted Marshall''s body into the Throne Hall. That hall was the central seat of the Ludendorff family. The 96-year-old Raiden Ludendorff watched expressionlessly as Marshall''s body was set down. He was the current ruling executor of the Ludendorff family, and he was also the city lord of Throne City and the King of the Ounds. Of course, those titles were self-proimed by the Ludendorff family. Yet across the entire Ounds, very few dared to dispute them.


    "Sir, please ept our condolences." ---- Josue Bartlett, the City Lord of Chronos City, stepped forward to pay his respects and offer sympathy to Raiden Ludendorff, Marshall had been Raiden''s 17th son, and that alone was the reason the city lord personally escorted the body back. The one who died carried the bloodline of the King of the Ounds, even if that bloodline was not particrly remarkable. Still, as long as he was Raiden''s son, hemanded respect. Raiden merely nodded at Josue''s words.


    Then, he calmly asked," Marshall was killed just outside your city, correct?" Josue replied respectfully, "Yes, sir. My men discovered him. Unfortunately, we arrived toote, and he was brutally murdered." Raiden said indifferently, "You saw the one who killed him, didn''t you?" Josue shook his head. "I apologize, sir. I did not see him myself. But some of my subordinates did." Raiden nodded and waved his hand. "You have worked hard. You may go. You returned Marshall''s body and showed respect to the Ludendorff family.


    This favor will be remembered." Josue felt a surge of relief, knowing the weight behind Raiden''s words. He bowed once more in silence, then withdrew. ---- As Raiden looked at Marshall''s pale body in the rain, he turned and walked into the hall. There was no funeral or memorial service, as the Ludendorff family did not waste time on such formalities. An order was given to dispose of Marshall''s body. Raiden straightened his long coat and took his seat at the highest position of the Ludendorff family. Cyril had the darkest expression of all. "I will take full responsibility for Marshall''s death.


    That Holtrien man will pay ten times over and follow Marshall into the grave." He directed those words toward Raiden. Earlier, in Wraith Graveyard, Cyril and Marshall had hunted Rosemary together. At the time, Cyril had not taken Andrew seriously. There were not many Holtriens in the Ounds, but they were not rare either. In Cyril''s eyes, they were nothing more than loud, insignificant pests. However, that moment of disregard had cost the family a direct heir. Worse still, his head had been publicly disyed outside Chronos City.


    Those who saw it and those who did not all understood one thing: the Ludendorff family had been openly challenged again after decades of dominance. ---- This was something Raiden, Cyril, and the Ludendorff inner circle could not tolerate. After all, they ruled the chaotic Ounds through bloodshed and relied on endless oppression and fear. Making others tremble had always been their method. But now, for the first time, fear had turned against them.