Lord Protector Novel

Killer Wolf then sliced her head off in one clean strike right after those words left her mouth.

Sole Wolf clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk, tsk... That was really cruel of you, Killer Wolf. Why behead her when you could've just slit her throat instead?”

Killer Wolf rolled his eyes at Sole Wolf in response. “What, you have a soft spot for her now?”

“Pfft, like hell I would!”

The group then quickly caught up to Zeke and Lacey.

“Great Marshal, are you headed for the Ministry of Sacred?” Ares asked softly while gazing into the distance.

Zeke simply nodded without saying anything.

“Earlier, you said you suspect Charles' father of being the man in the bronze mask. Does that mean we're going after him now?”

Zeke nodded again.

“Shall I have my men surround the Ministry of Sacred so no one can escape the building?” Ares suggested cautiously.

This time, Zeke shook his head and said, “No, that won't be necessary. I've already made the arrangements.”

But this is the Great Marshal's first time in Corleon... How could he have made the arrangements beforehand? Ares thought to himself in confusion.

Sole Wolf and Killer Wolf knew the truth but simply smiled and kept it to themselves.

The group soon arrived at the Ministry of Sacred.

As they seemed really hostile and aggressive, the ten guards at the door immediately stopped them from entering. “Halt! This is the Ministry of Sacred! No one is allowed entry unless they have an appointment!”

However, Zeke simply kept walking without breaking his stride.

Enraged, the ten guards drew their swords on Zeke and repeated their order, “Stop right there!”

Swoosh!

Sole Wolf, Killer Wolf, Tyler, and the others went charging toward the guards at lightning speed.

The power from three Ultimate Class warriors and a couple more King Class warriors was truly formidable, and the ordinary guards were sent flying from the impact.

Zeke then marched boldly into the Ministry of Sacred, and Sole Wolf exclaimed in disapproval when he saw the extravagant decor inside.

The interior looked so luxurious that they felt as though they were in a royal palace of some sort.

“I remember sleeping in military tents when we were battling enemies in the North back then. That stuff offered little to no protection from the biting winter winds and scorching summer heat! We suffered so much just to help the country save some money, only to have the people we protect spend so much on freaking decor... They've wasted not only money but also the blood, sweat, and lives of us soldiers!”

Zeke, too, sighed at what he saw. “Looks like it's time to cleanse Eurasia's corrupt officialdom!”

They soon made it to the Ministry of Sacred's main building where Charles' father resided and saw that it was a lot more luxurious.