The Return Of God Of War

Levi Garrison: The Return of the God of War [The Protector] Chapter 1214

“Sigh… Levi Garrison, why should I waste my time on you now that you’ve become a piece of trash?”

The Harbinger of Death lost interest as soon as he spotted the crippled Levi sheltered in the car.

Like Winsor Campbell, he too had wanted to kill the God of War in his prime sovereignty.

But the person he saw now was a weak, defenseless Levi. Anyone could’ve finished him off at his fingertips.

He was no longer a worthy opponent.

The Harbinger of Death withdrew his attention from the battlefield.

He tore another bite off the meat with his sharp teeth. More blood trickled and dripped onto the ground as he feasted.

In the center of the town, sparks and explosions filled the air.

The prisoners had frightening strength. Like a disoriented pack of wild beasts released from captivity, their ecstatic craze of being freed earlier had elevated their brutal power.

Levi’s group of escorts were no less potent.

Each side fought for a different goal. The enemies sought to murder and destroy; the Erudians aimed to protect their pride and virtue.

Tears swirled in his eyes as Levi watched Jonah charge into the midst of the enemies with a blade in one hand.

That man was someone who had one foot in the grave. Yet he was there, fiercely fighting on for his sake along with the others.

Most of the men didn’t even know each other.

But all of them united and fought valiantly.

If they were to forsake their own lives in return, so be it.

It would be a worthy sacrifice for the justice they shared.

For the land of Erudia they shared!

face twitched in

I hate this!

despised his current self who wasn’t able to

“Charge! Kill them!”

the front line. The Tang Sect elites followed closely as they

in a split second. Drakon and the trio followed suit in tacit understanding. They wouldn’t let the pride of the Northrush Clan crumble without a fight alongside the other warriors.

fought

they wouldn’t let a single enemy move a step closer

driving forward as much as he could. As a handful of men dragged and rolled the dead bodies

with making an opening for the

Whoosh!

Thud!

Bang!

air one by one. Each landed

the elites from the Preston

Boom!

Thump!

and splattered in all directions. More bodies

huge loss as the

bodies that had clogged up the street earlier had been cleared apart. Nevertheless, the car

still stood in the way ahead of

other option to leave this town

“Let’s go, brothers!”

Forty Brothers of the East. They roared as they rushed towards

men were soon overwhelmed as arrows rained down

minute, no one

How tragic!

how gallant they

made an opening for the

our turn

the Anonymous Eighty of

league comprised men from various walks of life. Among them were retired military officers, hunters, martial art coaches, and members of other