The Protector Novel

Another eighty men thus drew their last breaths on a foreign battlefield.

Tears finally trickled down Levi’s face.

Exemplary men of Erudia!

You are a true hero! Every one of you!

More guilt and hatred seized his entire self.

Why did it have to become like this?

Protected at the cost of multiple lives while not being able to do anything himself?

He was increasingly tormented at the awareness that he was incapable to fight.

He didn’t want more lives to be lost.

Warriors from both the West and the East had fallen.

At long last, an opening had become more visible across the street.

The sacrifice of the fallen warriors had paid off.

Not a single one of them died without a smile on his face.

“Attack!”

“Avenge our brothers from the East and the West!”

The Dragon Warriors of the South and the Heavenly Guardians of the North dashed forward. They continued to breach into the enemies’ turf and expand the passage opened up by the fallen heroes.

The tables had begun to turn. It’s as if the deaths of the warriors were a sacred sacrifice that had been received by the gods above. Levi’s men started to gain the upper hand. Perhaps the gods’ blessings had descended on them. Little by little, the remaining killers from Northgale Prison were forced backward as they pushed on.

In a split second, the fleet had advanced another hundred meters.

The sudden commotion had caught the attention of the Harbinger of Death once again.

“Bunch of trash!” He berated in anger.

continued gnawing and chewing on the piece of raw

war continued on the

aback at the

these measly peasants? Weren’t they already on the losing end

lives

Such frightening zeal!

still

Why’re they doing this?

All for a cripple?

A traitor?

now

he really worth

devotion to their leader and their

outcasts and murderers

“Onward!”

We’ll soon make it

his blade. His eyes were

Sect kept the enemies busy as they launched their strikes in all forms – secret weapons, poisoned

equally unrelenting. Their blows and kicks cascaded down on their foes in a swift,

Three Musketeers and the Dual-Serrated Monks too,

how great their loss

who had fallen

fellow men who

had finally gained the advantage. They wouldn’t let themselves back down or waver at

Boom!

Pow!

Wham!

continued. More blood was

over ten slash wounds across his body. The vivid red that had covered him along with dust and debris, had

nineteen men from the Tang Sect were just as wounded if

his arms broken while another lost a leg. Neither of them moaned; each continued to fight with maximum

He quietly swore to never forget this sight – the dead and the critically wounded, all who had fallen on the

people were the

who fought with relentless

warriors with