Andrew's Godslayer slashed down head-on, hammering Marshall back again and again, his eyelids twitching wildly as intense pain appeared on his face.

Andrew spat, "Not only are you weak, but your family is nothing special either. Don't worry. After I deal with you, I'll personally deliver your head to the Ludendorff family. You call yourselves kings of the wasteland, but I am going to test that claim."

Marshall shrieked, "Your name is Andrew Lloyd, right? You'll definitely regret this!"

Andrew sneered viciously. "The one who should regret everything is you. When you slaughtered everyone in that town, your fate was sealed. Death is all that awaits you."

Andrew's figure flashed again and again, and he suddenly appeared above Marshall. With a fierce shout, he brought the greatsword down once more.

Marshall raised one arm skyward, flames spiraling wildly around it. However, his arm was severed instantly, and the last trace of color drained from his face.

"How is this possible? How co