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---- Chapter 3119 With a scornfulugh, Andrew withdrew his gaze. To him, Arya was just a product molded by the Cathedral, or rather, brainwashed by the old Pope. No matter how perfect, she was merely a tool of Lomuia Grand Cathedral. To a certain extent, when it came to evil, Andrew felt that Lomuia Grand Cathedral was not much better than the Dark ns. If not for fame, profit, and ambition, why would the Cathedralunch an expedition to the Wastnds? All that talk about spreading the Light Lord''s faith wasplete nonsense.
In the end, it was all about satisfying the desires of the Cathedral''s upper echelons and the Pope. A cold gleam shed in Andrew''s eyes, and a savage smile crept across his lips. Arya''s existence was ultimately a huge threat. Andrew had been restraining himself from going after the Cathedral. On one hand, he did not want to make such a powerful enemy. On the other hand, the Cathedral and he shared simr goals to some degree. Nheless, people who once shared the same goals could ---- tum against each other at any time.
Ultimately, everyone had their own principles and their own interests to pursue. If that was the case, then no one could me Andrew for striking them without mercy. The werewolf camp waspletely destroyed. Countless werewolf warriorsy dead across the ground. The few survivors, like mindless beasts, had already fled in all directions. With a singlemand from Andrew, all Hignd Tribe warriors ceased fighting and began to withdraw. The Hignd Tribe truly lived up to their reputation as the most outstanding warriors of the Wastnds.
Even while caught up in the bloodshed, the moment Andrew gave the order, they regrouped immediately and retreated in perfect order. Othniel abandoned his fight with Kan, returned to ground level, and led the troops away. Seeing his life''s work and every asset he had reduced to ruin, Kan''s expression twisted instantly. He hissed, "Othniel, I won''t let you escape!" With a furious howl, Kan''s massive wolf form charged across. the ground, pursuing the retreating Hignd Tribe warriors.
However, a sword light descended from the sky and struck the ground in front of him, forcing him to halt abruptly. ---- His blood-red wolf eyes lifted upward. What Kan saw was a sky full of sword beams raining down. Every hair on his body stood on end as he felt a life-or-death crisis. He unleashed all the power the werewolf progenitor had given him without holding anything back. Yet even so, Kan was no match for the current Andrew. Especially after Andrew had obtained Arcturus'' primal power, his,bat strength had surged to an entirely new level.
With a howl of agony, Kan''s 26-foot-tall wolf body copsed to the ground. Half of his head was severed by the red lightning carried by Godyer, torn clean away. "it''s you!" A venomous roar escaped Kan''s mouth. He trembled as he struggled to his feet and reverted to human form. Half his face had been carved away, leaving him looking grotesque and drenched in blood. Yet the hatred in his eyes, along with a deeply buried fear, could not be concealed. Andrew had originally intended to finish Kan by force. However, in the distance, a ck tide surged forward across thend.
---- Edmund had arrived, leading his own n to the battlefield. After the battle at the mountain fortress, they were now charging into the Wastnds once again. It seemed the werewolves at Dark Sacred Mountain were getting desperate, too. If they let Kan die, the overall strength of the werewolves would plummet. Therefore, they had no choice but to intervene and save him. Ragnar was nowhere to be seen. Still, Andrew had no intention of continuing the fight, so he sheathed his sword and departed swiftly. Was the Cathedral army not rushing over to reap the spoils?
Andrew sneered inwardly, knowing he would not be staying to apany them. Now that Edmund, another werewolf prince, had entered the battle, the Cathedral''s advantage was unlikely to hold. Besides, Arya deserved to suffer a harsh lesson as well.