---- Chapter 3139 Gaston hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, "I don''t think it''s an act. Arya treats him as the greatest evil, a sphemer. They''re truly fighting to the death." Jorge let out an agedugh, and the sound was chilling. "Then what are you waiting for? Arya has left the Cathedral''s army and is deep in another battlefield. Since Andrew won''tst much longer, we need to maximize our gains while he does hold on. You understand what I mean, don''t you?" Gaston grinned savagely.
"Yes, Progenitor." immediately, the vampire army mobilized and charged toward the Cathedral''s encampment. Echoing this move, the werewolf forces under Edmund alsounched a massive invasion, joining the vampires in a fierce assault on the Cathedral''s army. Feeling the tremors spreading across thend from afar, Kass''s expression turned solemn inside the Cathedralmand tent. "Lysander, Makhaylus, the Lord''s test is upon us again." Lysander asked, "Archbishop, should we have Arya return to assist?" Kass pondered uncertainly. "We will wait for now.
It won''t be toote for her to return after she deals with Andrew. His ambition ---- and appetite mark him as an absolute warlord. It''s just a pity he can''tprehend how vast my Lord''s power is, how utterly invincible it stands!" In the Wastnds, yellow sand flew everywhere as Andrew crashed down like a cannonball, smashing into a deep crater. Arya, expressionless, raised her sword and continued her assault. "I think you''ve reached your limit.
And perhaps you don''t realize that, for me, this battle has only just begun." With difficulty, Andrew crawled out of the pit, leaning on his greatsword just to stand steady. Blood covered his entire body, and his face was twisted with pain Yet there was a smile on his lips. "Crazy woman, you can kill me. But before you do, tens of thousands of Cathedral soldiers will have to die first. The werewolves and vampires haveunched a joint assault. With two dark progenitors added in, I doubt Archbishop Kass and the others can hold them back." Arya''s rapid footsteps suddenly halted.
Fury zed even brighter across her face. "I never imagined you had fallen this far. You''re actually in league with both werewolves and vampires!" Andrew gasped for breath, ring at her fiercely. "Don''t put yourself on such a damn high pedestal, and don''t look down on ---- me as if I''m insignificant. All I can say is that the current situation is because you forced my hand. The Cathedral deserves this!" Arya raged. "Then you can say goodbye to this world permanently!" Her zing white holy sword transformed directly into golden light.
Behind her, a pair of angelic wings appeared faintly in phantom form. Andrew had always known this woman was powerful, but he had never expected her to be even more terrifying than he had imagined. With angel wings appearing, Arya had likely already reached true Beyond Mortal Limits, standing below the gods. Before long, she would reach the ultimate end of martial power, the level beyond gods. Taking a deep breath, Andrew knew that the moment of life and death had arrived, He was forced to unleash his final trump card.
Suddenly, from the direction of the Cathedral army in the west, an extremely sinister dark aura shot into the sky. Within that aura, Lysander let out a piercing, tragic scream. Then, like a kite with its string cut, he slowly drifted down from the dark energy. Crimson blood rained across thend. Whenever one of the Twelve Angels was in danger, their souls ---- resonated with each other. Arya came to a dead stop andpletely ignored Andrew. She turned toward the west and screamed in agony, "Lysander!" Like a violent storm, holy light erupted from her body like a flood out of control.
She screamed in anguish as well, holding her burning white holy sword and soaring into the sky. In an instant, she reached the dark aura in the west andunched a frenzied bombardment. As darkness shed with sacred light, the air itself seemed to seethe and vaporize, a baptism of chaos. A tidal wave of force swept across heaven and earth, leaving nothing but ruin in its. wake. Jorge''s cold roar echoed far and wide. "Ragnar, you and I will join forces to kill Arya. Such a rare opportunity cannot be missed!
Another dark aura shot into the sky, and the two progenitors officially engaged Arya in battle. Andrew sat down hard on the ground as he threw up another mouthful of blood. However, his eyes were exceptionally cold. He had achieved his objective. Arya had wanted to kill him. So in turn, he would ensure Arya and the Cathedral faced eternal damnation. ---- With darkness and light locked in battle, no one could stop him from taking Throne City now.