These few dozen men were all slaves from Abyss City, and they could not even be called warriors. Every single one had dull, empty eyes, quietly waiting for death.

Andrew walked ahead, his expression dark and unreadable. He could not save everyone's fate, but as long as he took down Abyss City, he would order all the slaves within the city to be set free.

Nyx and the others climbed up onto the city wall. There, they saw that Andrew, leading just a handful of men, had already encountered Cathedral's forces.

"Your Highness, isn't this going a bit too far?" Franz asked in a deep voice, clearly angry.

Prescott said flatly, "If you're not happy about it, you can go join him."

Franz said nothing more. This made Prescott sneer, thinking Franz had gotten scared.

Looking at Nyx, he smiled and asked, "What? Worried now?

Nyx kept her cold gaze fixed on Andrew and shook her head. "No. Andrew will be fine."

Prescott felt a bit irritated, "How can you be so sure? The Cathedral's small advanc