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!”

Levi at first, and slowly, the number increased, and the

numbers were barely noticeable in a squad

miserably! You’ll regret

fuming as

men left. They planned to attack

sight, Heracles and the rest of the Four Basilisks

fight on your

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

regret forever! Scrap the Suicide

cheers of approval

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

their own people would be welcoming them home

their palms as they

were so close to

bunch of blockheads and fools. They are going to

ones and it’s not our

up. We’re leaving

their two cents on

Do they seriously think that they could take down the Northern