Lord Protector Novel

He is the devil indeed!

Before they had time to react, the creature arrived before their eyes.

Without hesitation, Zeke readied himself in the stance of Seven Stars of the Tiger before dashing toward the devil.

With the force of a pouncing tiger, his fist was on its way toward the devil's heart when it vanished into thin air before Zeke's fist came into contact.

Having missed its mark, Zeke's fist struck the stone wall behind where the devil stood moments before and reduced it to rubble.

Immediately after, the entire tomb began to vibrate violently with the threat of a collapse being imminent.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What is going on?

How did the devil disappear all of a sudden?

Could it have been an illusion?

The black leather casket is still there, intact!

The strangest thing of all was that the cover of the casket had been cast onto the floor with a trail of black footprints leading toward the entrance of the tomb.

Zeke turned toward the entrance of the tomb just in time to catch a glimpse of a shadow disappearing around the corner.

“We have been duped!” Zeke fumed. “That devil was indeed an illusion. Hurry, the tomb is about to collapse!”

Sole Wolf carried the old combat medic out as he was the only one there unlearned in the martial arts, as well as being unable to move as swiftly as the rest.

Zeke grabbed a handful of felstalk before following suit. Barely escaping in time, the tomb collapsed just as he crossed the threshold of the entrance. At that point, the mountain was crumbling inward toward the void that was the tomb.

Not keen on being crushed by the avalanche, the group ran for several miles before slowing down and gasping for air.

“Who was it in that black leather casket?” Zeke asked as he put the felstalk carefully away. “Did anyone get a good look at him?”

The party shook their heads.

“We've been duped as well!”

“That's right. All we saw was the monster dashing toward us, just like you did.”

“The person in the casket must have been a powerful mage to have been able to summon such a vivid illusion.”

“Great Marshal,” Nameless said suddenly. “Do you remember the mysterious organization that I've told you about?”

Zeke frowned. “Are you referring to the one that controls the Fortuna of Eurasia in the shadows and all of Eurasia's resources?”

“Yes, Great Marshal.” Nameless nodded. “I suspect that our quarry in the tomb might be one of the members of this organization who was tasked to stand guard over the felstalk.”

Zeke gasped. As he knew nothing about his unseen enemy, the capture and interrogation of the man from the tomb might have led to plenty of information regarding the mysterious organization.