Lord Protector Novel

Then, five Archduke dashed forward immediately.

“Get the hell out of my way, you dimwits!” bellowed Quasar. “You're sacrificing yourselves for nothing!”

Quasar certainly didn't think that these guys could stop him, but with Zeke hot on his heels, he had to cherish every second.

Who knew how much danger he could be in if he were to let a single moment slip by.

“Sacrificing ourselves?”

“Hahaha! We'll do whatever we can to hold you back—even if it kills us!”

As soon as the five Archduke warriors approached the red coffin hand in hand, their life force began to drain.

Rumble, rumble!

The ear-splitting sounds of explosions resonated across the area for a long while.

But as a result, the five men had succeeded in further reducing the coffin's speed by about thirty percent.

Godd*mmit!

The red coffin couldn't help but start to take its opponents seriously.

If they keep working together and damaging their own life force, they might just manage to hold me back!

Never had he thought that one day, a Demon Class warrior like him could possibly die in the hands of a group of Archduke warriors.

“Attack!” Northern Wolf roared at the top of his lungs.

Pain swept through him at the thought that he had just lost eight comrades in a mere matter of seconds.

He charged toward the coffin to stop it from advancing.

The one hundred Archduke warriors behind him rushed forward and did the same too.

Alas, a King Class warrior and one hundred Archduke warriors were still no match for an Ultimate class.

While they could diminish the speed of the red coffin, there was no way they could stop it completely.

Still, that was more than enough.

A few shadows could be seen coming from a distance.

They were none other than Zeke and his team, who looked absolutely frantic and despaired.

They had just heard a few explosions go off, and if their guess was right, that was the sound of people destroying their own life force to defend against the red coffin.

The soldiers of the north were Zeke's comrades!

Not a single one of them should die!

Despite having broken his ribs and coughing blood, Northern Wolf remained firm in his attempt to slow the coffin down.

“If you had the guts to rebel, you should surrender while you can! Give up or suffer the consequences!”

“Surrender, or face death!” the one hundred Archdukes behind him chimed in.

They had long made up their minds.

Even if they were to die, they were going to complete this mission the Great Marshal had tasked them with.

Quasar began to grow anxious as Zeke drew closer.

“You bunch of idiots!” he spat out before backing several dozens of meters away.

Of course, he wasn't surrendering.

He was merely taking a step back so that he could charge forward even more viciously than before.

Boom!

A deafening sound rang out as the coffin collided against the Suicide Squad once more.

Northern Wolf felt all the nerves in his body snap, and he could no longer muster any strength.

The pain was so intense that he couldn't breathe.

Still, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay conscious, continuing to unleash his energy in the face of the coffin.