The Protector Novel

To his dismay, every one kept quiet. Any sane person would choose the Four Basilisks over a Malcom Langston.

If they were able to survive the battle, their names would be sung by many.

To win the Northern Demon while having the Four Basilisks as their commanders would be the utmost honor one could receive.

And once the battle was over, the future would be smooth sailing, both in Erudia and among their families.

Even if they perished on the battleground, as a warrior, their family would receive certain compensations.

However, if they chose Levi, they were very likely to meet their end.

On top of that, they would naturally be known as soldiers who had committed desertion.

Thus, it wasn’t worth the risk to follow Levi.

There was a long pause.

Right when Heracles wanted to let out another laugh, out of nowhere, a few people shouted, “We’re gonna die anyway. Shouldn’t we die a more honorable death? Isn’t it better to have a choice? Let’s uproot that devil with our own hands!”

“Hey, brother. We’re coming with you!”

“Us too!”

towards Levi at first, and slowly, the number increased, and the flux of men eventually stopped

numbers were barely noticeable in a squad of considerable size like

die miserably! You’ll

fuming as he spewed

his team of thirty-eight men left. They planned to attack

out of sight, Heracles and the rest of the Four Basilisks reconsidered

going to fight on your

best so you

Suicide Squad. We are the Vanquishers! Victory is in

of approval took

only didn’t they have to die, but they’d also bring honor to their

billions of their own people would be welcoming them home with open arms in

fingers into their palms as they counted

so close to leaving the squad with

just left are a bunch of blockheads and fools. They are going to

and it’s not our time to die

pack up. We’re

two cents on what

fools! Do they seriously think that they could take down the