Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 3135

The Ludendorff family's pillars of strength were nearly all dead. Prescott, Garal, and Cyril were gone. The only one left, Ramon, had betrayed the family and completely abandoned Throne City.

Ramon was not dead, but Alonzo cursed him viciously in his heart, hoping he would suffer a fate worse than death.

Things had gotten so bad that it was inevitable for those below to feel fear and terror.

"Let's go!" With those simple words, Alonzo led the group toward the city walls.

"In this battle, either Andrew fails, or the Ludendorff family's hundred years of honor will be destroyed in one fell swoop! How you act, how you persevere, how you choose… It all depends on what's in your hearts!"

His words were few and not particularly stirring or inspiring, but the remaining high-ranking members of the Ludendorff family, who had been demoralized and afraid, suddenly felt their fighting spirit surge.

They all knew clearly what would happen to them if Throne City fell, and it would be too horrible to imagine.

So, in this battle, they could only hold fast and fight with everything they had. Otherwise, the consequences would be worse than death itself.

Climbing onto Throne City's towering walls, Alonzo gazed into the distance. At the edge of the horizon, he could already see two armies approaching.

Attacking Throne City from Abyss City was the best route possible. There was nowhere more advantageous than this.

Abyss City was originally positioned behind Throne City. Its geographical location was even better than Aurora City's.

Being attacked from one's own rear was the easiest scenario imaginable.

Between the two armies, Andrew stood atop a massive war vehicle.

Throne City truly lived up to its reputation as the greatest city in the Wastelands. Its walls towered high, reaching 300 feet. Moreover, they were virtually impregnable, capable of withstanding heavy artillery bombardment.

The black granite looked like the muscles of giants, silently stacked layer upon layer. A frontal assault was no different from climbing into the sky.

But even if it meant climbing into the sky, some things still had to be done.

Without wasting words, Andrew gave the order. "Begin!"