The wasteland fell into dead silence. Several vultures circled overhead, letting out their annoying croaks.

Where birds like that appeared, it usually meant one thing: death, and not just one or two bodies.

Marshall panted heavily as he finally reached his last remaining unit. What he saw made his blood run cold.

Every elite warrior of the Ludendorff family was dead, and they had died horribly. Some were cut in half at the waist, while others were simply beheaded.

Worse still, every vehicle had been destroyed. Some were blown apart, while others were smashed beyond recognition.

Marshall's expression darkened. He walked through the wreckage after the battle, desperately hoping to find any survivors, but after searching back and forth for over ten minutes, all he saw were dead subordinates.

There was not a single living soul.

Taking a deep breath, Marshall scanned his surroundings.

Andrew was nowhere to be seen. The man was like the craftiest of hunters. He struck once, then vani