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!”

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

noticeable in a squad of considerable size like

die miserably! You’ll

fuming as he spewed

and his team of thirty-eight men left. They

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

tactics! You’re not going to fight on your own

to give our best so you can go

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

cheers of approval took over the

die, but

be welcoming them

their fingers into their palms as they counted

so close to leaving the squad with

of blockheads and fools.

the lucky ones and it’s not

up. We’re

started to share their two cents on what

think that they could take down the Northern