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!”

slowly, the number increased, and the flux of men eventually

barely noticeable in

die miserably!

as he spewed those

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

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

to fight on your own but side by side with us! We will charge

to give our best so you can go

have left will regret forever! Scrap the Suicide Squad. We are the Vanquishers! Victory

approval took over the

only didn’t they have to die, but

people would be

men sink their fingers into their palms as they counted

were so close to leaving the squad with

a bunch of blockheads and fools. They are

ones and it’s not our time to die yet.

We’re leaving for the

their two cents on what had just

that they could take down