Lord Protector Novel

Zeke recognized a few of them, at first glance.

“You’re Jack the Ripper from the United States,” he proclaimed, pointing to one of them.

“You’re the taekwondo master Jose from the UK,” he continued, turning to another one.

“And you’re that Indian monk Ghanche,” he added, gesturing to the third person. “Really, Pike? Is that all you’ve got? Don’t you know how badly they’d lost to me back then?”

Zeke had faced off against the fifteen archdukes, back when he had conquered the nine nations with the Alpha Suicide Squad, and all fifteen of them had fallen at his feet, pleading for his mercy.

“You won that battle only because the Alpha Suicide Squad had been by your side,” Pike spat out. “Now that you’ve been separated from them, you’re nothing against us.”

“Have you forgotten how strong I truly am?” Zeke asked. “Come at me! I’ll show you what it means to be a warrior and a defender!”

“Kill him!”

Pike gave his command, and the fifteen Archdukes charged towards him, followed closely by Tyrant.

The stronger ones belonged to the Gold Archduke level, while the weakest one was a Silver Archduke.

With the fifteen of them working together, they were a force to be reckoned with.

Their fight with Zeke was almost like a spar between two top-tier Platinum Archdukes.

The shockwaves from each hit almost tore the submarine apart from the inside, some of which sending huge waves crashing down upon them.

This was how a real battlefield looked like!

At one point in time, Tyrant’s fist connected with a pipe in the submarine, shattering it, filling the entire submarine with a misty gas.

Pike’s vision was obscured by the mist, and he had no choice but to climb to the highest point on the submarine to continue watching the fight.

He chose to stay out of the battle because of his injuries.

The moment he settled down, a dark object came flying at his face. He reached out to catch it by instinct.

His eyes widened immediately.

It was Tyrant’s severed head!

“You b******!” Pike growled.

Not only did the fifteen Archdukes fail to take Zeke down, rather, they had also lost one of their strongest fighters as well.

Useless imbeciles!

Suddenly, another head came hurtling towards him.

Pike grabbed the head and took a closer look, before flying off into a rage.

It had been the head of Jack the Ripper.

Were my men too weak, or was Zeke Williams simply too strong?

Wasn’t he merely a Platinum Archduke? How could he take down my Archdukes so quickly?

Unless...