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!”

the number increased, and the flux

noticeable in

You’ll die miserably! You’ll regret

fuming as he spewed those

left. They planned

of sight, Heracles and the rest

You’re not going to fight on your own but side by side with us! We will

to give our best so you can go back to your love

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

of approval took

but they’d also bring honor

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

their fingers into their palms as

close to leaving the

a bunch of blockheads and fools. They are going to regret

the lucky ones and it’s not

up. We’re leaving for the

their two cents on

that