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!”

people walked towards Levi at first, and slowly, the number increased,

noticeable in

You’ll die miserably! You’ll

was fuming as he spewed

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

Heracles and the

decided to have a change of tactics! You’re not going to fight on your own but side

our best so you can go

forever! Scrap the Suicide Squad. We are the Vanquishers! Victory is in our

approval

have to die, but they’d also bring honor to their

own people would be welcoming them home with open arms in

sink their fingers into their palms as

so close to leaving

are a bunch of blockheads and

ones and it’s not

up. We’re leaving

started to share their two cents on

that they could take down the Northern