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

the bloody war continued on

taken aback at

these measly peasants? Weren’t they already on the

lives away like crazy

Such frightening zeal!

still in

Why’re they doing this?

All for a cripple?

A traitor?

now useless Levi

really worth

could never understand the men’s devotion to their leader and their beloved

murderers like them could

“Onward!”

We’ll soon make

continued waving and slashing his

the enemies busy as they launched their strikes in all forms – secret

cascaded down on their foes

and the Dual-Serrated Monks too,

great their loss had

of those who had fallen

constantly fellow men who were severely

spite of those, they had finally gained the advantage. They wouldn’t let themselves back

Boom!

Pow!

Wham!

More blood was

ten slash wounds across his body. The vivid red that had covered him along with dust and debris, had made his aged white crown appear even

as wounded if no less, albeit there wasn’t a single death amongst

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

swore to never forget this sight – the dead and the critically wounded, all who had fallen on the earth for his

the

who fought

with