Lord Protector Novel

Joseph was already sweating buckets when he saw that.

Everyone said that Zeke was someone who protected his soldiers with everything he had. All the generals and soldiers who worked under him were like his brothers, or so the public said.

But now he killed two innocent men for nothing. Did he call me here for the same thing? So he can kill me?

The mere thought of that terrified Joseph, and he quickly moved backward as if that would save him.

Joseph looked at him in scorn. “Don't worry. You won't die so soon. After all, I still need you to do something for me.”

Joseph felt relieved after hearing that.

A moment later, Warren piled all the spiritual drugs and stones around the biggest tombstone in the abandoned graveyard. Thereafter, he sat down cross-legged and started chanting something.

And then something magical happened. The spiritual energy from the spiritual drugs and stones slowly seeped into the tombstone thanks to Warren's precise control.

After absorbing that much spiritual energy, the wilted grass on the tombstone slowly regained its health and grew at a blistering pace. Thanks to all the energy, the grass grew until about one meter tall, and it radiated life energy itself.

The drugs and stones were working wonders on the greenery around the place. Joseph was a bit horrified, but something even more terrifying was waiting for him.

A short while later, he heard the sound of something cracking in the grave as if something was breaking out. Warren was delighted to hear that, and he chanted even quicker.

Because of that, the spiritual energy seeped into the grave at a faster rate. Eventually, the tombstone cracked in the middle, revealing a slit that was about half a meter wide.

Joseph watched in horror as someone slowly crawled out of that slit. T-T-That's a dead man!

He was suffocating with terror as he had just witnessed Zeke the Great Marshal reviving a dead man with nothing but spiritual energy. That was a feat not even he could accomplish, and he was the supervisor of all of Eurasia's spiritual drugs.

The man who crawled out of the grave was in a sorry state. His body was already highly decomposed, and most of it had pus flowing all over. Only a few parts of the body looked normal, though only relatively speaking. Even his head was nothing but skin and bones. Joseph couldn't recognize who that person was.

However, one thing was for sure. That dead man's eyes weren't dead at all. In fact, there was a brilliant light gleaming within them.

His body was also quickly regenerating thanks to the abundance of spiritual energy around him.

Warren shed tears of joy, banging his head against the ground. “Welcome back, Godfather. It is I, Warren Williams, your godson. Today, you shall reclaim your place as king.”

The corpse was looking around in confusion as if he was trying to process everything that had happened. Finally, the confusion in his eyes subsided when he looked at Warren.

“Were you the one who woke me up from my slumber, Warren?”