The Protector Novel

“Sigh… Levi Garrison, why should I waste my time on you now that you’ve become a piece of trash?”

The Harbinger of Death lost interest as soon as he spotted the crippled Levi sheltered in the car.

Like Winsor Campbell, he too had wanted to kill the God of War in his prime sovereignty.

But the person he saw now was a weak, defenseless Levi. Anyone could’ve finished him off at his fingertips.

He was no longer a worthy opponent.

The Harbinger of Death withdrew his attention from the battlefield.

He tore another bite off the meat with his sharp teeth. More blood trickled and dripped onto the ground as he feasted.

In the center of the town, sparks and explosions filled the air.

The prisoners had frightening strength. Like a disoriented pack of wild beasts released from captivity, their ecstatic craze of being freed earlier had elevated their brutal power.

Levi’s group of escorts were no less potent.

Each side fought for a different goal. The enemies sought to murder and destroy; the Erudians aimed to protect their pride and virtue.

Tears swirled in his eyes as Levi watched Jonah charge into the midst of the enemies with a blade in one hand.

That man was someone who had one foot in the grave. Yet he was there, fiercely fighting on for his sake along with the others.

Most of the men didn’t even know each other.

But all of them united and fought valiantly.

If they were to forsake their own lives in return, so be it.

It would be a worthy sacrifice for the justice they shared.

For the land of Erudia they shared!

twitched

I hate this!

able to lift his blade and protect

“Charge! Kill them!”

was leading on the front line. The Tang Sect elites followed closely as they attacked, like a pack of ferocious

split second. Drakon and the trio followed suit in tacit understanding. They wouldn’t let the pride of the Northrush Clan crumble

other men too, fought to the best of their

enemy move a

on driving forward as much as he could. As a handful of men dragged and rolled the dead bodies aside,

single fighter had his hands full with making an opening for the car and defending against the enemies’ onslaught at the same

Whoosh!

Thud!

Bang!

landed with a heavy thud as they dropped dead

were the elites from the

Boom!

Thump!

spilled and splattered in all directions. More bodies collapsed as

huge loss as the wild battle

of dead civilian bodies that had clogged up the street earlier had been cleared

of killers still stood in

leave

“Let’s go, brothers!”

Brothers of the East. They

forty men were soon overwhelmed as arrows rained down from

a minute, no one was left

How tragic!

how gallant they

sacrifice had made an opening for

turn

the

comprised men from various walks of life. Among them were retired military officers, hunters, martial art coaches, and