The Protector Novel

“We need to avenge our comrades of The Calamity as well as those who had sacrificed themselves for a greater cause!”

Levi had shown up with a sword made out of an iron meteorite that was once possessed by North Sky Lord.

It was called the Northern Excalibur, and it wasn’t an ordinary sword. It was the symbol of their comrades’ determination to protect the nation.

Levi was no fool—he had long gotten himself ready to flee the scene since he was well aware of Deicide’s destruction.

Although he was ready to sacrifice himself for a greater cause, he had no intention to sustain a meaningless blow since it was one of his principles to keep himself alive at all costs.

He had always shared his principles with his comrades ever since the day he was appointed the commander.

Otherwise, there wasn’t anyone they could defend if they were no longer around to keep the defenseless civilians safe.

Therefore, Levi had no intention to brace himself through Deicide’s attack since he might end up being injured but not dead since his body was sturdier than an ordinary person’s after going through the training with his mentor.

out he had sustained the seemingly serious blow in an attempt to figure

heavily injure him, but

as he figured out their presence. He had been playing pretend

he found out Eragon had long gotten themselves

sure if they were friends or foes. Thus, he had resorted

Levi caused others to misperceive he was dead halfway

for others, but it was nothing more than a piece of cake for

clone in split seconds. Thus, he could easily deceive others with

rookie. Therefore, he could merely produce one clone at a time since he thought it wouldn’t be wise to master such a skill

thought it would be better to brush up his combat skills instead of something

and thought it was equally important to polish his skills to

more than a hundred clones at once. Levi couldn’t help but wonder if his mentor