---- Chapter 3287 Andrew chuckled. "Oh? It''s unbing of my position? Then tell me, how should I be carrying myself? Cormac, don''t be in such a hurry. After Guillermo, it''ll be you and the rest of the Cavendish royal family. If the Cavendish family doesn''t obey my orders, I''ll wipe them outpletely." Cormac was absolutely furious. "Are you really trying to be the absolute ruler of Holtrien, a dictator?" Andrew said indifferently, "If that''s how you want to understand it, that''s fine by me.
Why would I need to exin my actions to a defeated opponent like you?" Cormac ground his teeth, humiliated to the extreme. Even so, he did not dare make a move. Chet was already seriously wounded. After rushing over to provide backup, he was struck once and nearly died on the spot. This whole situation could only be described as utterly absurd, truly the worst luck imaginable. If Cormac fought or tried to escape now, Chet would fall into Andrew''s hands, and without a doubt, he would be torn to pieces. "That''s about enough. It''s time to send you on your way." Andrew crouched down and smiled.
"So, do you have anyst words you''d like to share?" ---- Guillermo clutched his hollow eye sockets and hissed venomously, "Andrew, you have no idea about my origins. Very soon, you''ll die miserably too." Andrew shrugged. "You''re talking about Wyrmhelm, right? Forget about whether he''d even daree after me; if he does, I''ll cut him down too.
Besides, he''s entered the Veiled Paradise, and whether he''s even still alive is anyone''s guess." Guillermoughed miserably, his entire body suddenly rxing as hey on the ground, allowing Andrew to do as he pleased He had no strength left, not even enough to move a finger. He murmured, "60 years of controlling the tides, 60 years as a master strategist... I was meant for a greater height, but s, heaven willed it otherwise." Andrew''s sword pierced through his skull. Clean and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. Then, with a kick, he sent the corpse flying.
He said tly, "It''s not heaven''s will. t''s that I wouldn''t let you go. Someone like you is more like a cockroach. You''re nowhere near worthy of anything." Cormac felt a chill spreading through his heart as he watched how Holtrien''s national advisor had been killed just like that. The Cavendish royal family had sent someone as powerful as ---- him to rescue Guillermo, yet they still had not managed to save him. Andrew finally nced at him onest time. "Right now, the war between the Eastern and Western continents has already begun.
It''s time for the Cavendish royal family to contribute to the nation. So I''m not killing you. Get lost." Cormac gritted his teeth. "No one can dictate the Cavendish royal family''s decisions, not even you, Andrew." Andrew had already turned around and was slowly walking back into Chetvine. Without looking back, he said, "Whether you listen or not, I''m just delivering the message. I''m borrowing this guy for a while. Don''t worry, I''ll keep his head intact for now.
But if the Cavendish family doesn''t cooperate, then I''ll take it off." Cormac''s throat felt like it had been violently blocked, and he could not get a single word out. Chet was one of the Cavendish royal family''s future core members, while Wesley was already dead The Cavendish royal family had already lost a major general. Now, adding Chet on top of that, was that not doubling their losses? As Cormac stood there, torn between fear and rage, Andrew ---- bent down and grabbed Chet beneath the city wall. He lifted him up and returned to Chetvine just like that.
From beginning to end, Andrew did not spare Cormac another nce. Chet had his neck clenched in Andrew''s hand. A peak martial god was reduced to such a pathetic state, as if he were a fragile baby. Everyone else followed Andrew back into the city. Cormac stood alone outside Chetvine for a long time. Finally, with a bitterugh, he returned to the Cavendish royal family''s headquarters, lookingpletely defeated and lost.