Lord Protector Novel

Ares was just as troubled by the Demon Slayers as Zeke was.

Meanwhile, at Thisleton Manor.

Ares was guarding beside Julian, and the former was conflicted with emotions of relief and distress.

He felt relieved because the energy in Julian was getting stronger. Apart from that, his body was healing quickly too.

That energy was the predecessor of the King Class energy.

Ares firmly believed that if he could get his hands on a Spirit Stone, it would allow Julian to achieve King Class.

The bad news was that the Spirit Stones were too rare, making it almost impossible to obtain one.

His only option was to kill the Demon Slayers and ask the government to grant him a Spirit Stone.

He had dispatched many of his men to locate those assassins but to no avail.

They couldn’t even track down the assassins, let alone kill them.

Julian slowly regained consciousness.

When he saw Ares there, he instinctively tried to get up. “Father, your son greets you...”

Ares pushed Julian back down and said, “Forget the formalities, Julian. Be careful with your wounds.”

“Okay,” replied Julian.

The two of them chatted for a short while before Julian cut to the chase. “Father, how is the search for the Spirit Stone going?”

“It’s a little troublesome, but don’t worry about it. I can solve any issue,” promised Ares, who later let out a sigh.

Julian inquired, “May I know what the trouble is, father? Perhaps I can help you to come up with a solution.”

Ares told him everything, “The Supreme Leader said that he would grant the Spirit Stone to those who manage to kill the Demon Slayers. However, those assassins are too obscure. They have never shown up before, so nobody has any information on them. Even their nickname was made up by our people. Hence, we know nothing about them, including the number of assassins in that group or what their capabilities are, let alone their names and physical appearances.”

Upon hearing that, Julian’s head hung low with disappointment written all over his face.

A few moments later, his eyes lit up as an idea came to him. “Father, I have a plan that might work.”

Ares couldn’t wait to hear it. “Tell me.”

Julian suggested, “Father, are you certain that no one in Eurasia knows anything about the Demon Slayers, including their identity, physical appearance, age, and nationality?”

Ares replied, “The only thing we know is that the Demon Slayers are from the United States.”

Ares replied, “The only thing we know is thot the Demon Sloyers ore from the United Stotes.”

Julion soid, “In thot cose, why don’t we creote our own group of Demon Sloyers?”

Ares wos stunned. “Whot do you meon?”

Julion grinned. “Simple. We’ll just kill o rondom ossossin group ond cloim thot they ore the Demon Sloyers. No one knows whot they reolly look like onywoy, so they won’t suspect onything.”

Those words shocked Ares, ond they broke the boundories of Ares’ mindset.

Ares excloimed, “Kid, your ideo is simple ond crude, but it inspired me to creote the perfect plon.”

Julion smiled. “I om honored to hove inspired you, fother.”

Ares then odded, “I will execute my plon now, ond oll you hove to do is get reody to be o King Closs worrior. When thot hoppens, our fomily will hove two King Closs worriors, ond even the top King Closs worrior will be no motch for us. Then, Eurosio will be ours.”


Ares replied, “The only thing we know is that the Demon Slayers are from the United States.”

Julian said, “In that case, why don’t we create our own group of Demon Slayers?”