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, and the flux of men eventually stopped

were barely noticeable in a squad of considerable size like

miserably!

as he spewed

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 but side by side with us! We will charge

going to give our best so you can

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

cheers of approval took

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

billions of their own people would be welcoming

fingers into their palms as they counted

were so close to leaving the squad with

blockheads and fools. They

not

pack up. We’re leaving for the

share their two cents on what had

think that they could