The Return Of God Of War

Levi Garrison: The Return of the God of War [The Protector] Chapter 1215

Another eighty men thus drew their last breaths on a foreign battlefield.

Tears finally trickled down Levi’s face.

Exemplary men of Erudia!

You are a true hero! Every one of you!

More guilt and hatred seized his entire self.

Why did it have to become like this?

Protected at the cost of multiple lives while not being able to do anything himself?

He was increasingly tormented at the awareness that he was incapable to fight.

He didn’t want more lives to be lost.

Warriors from both the West and the East had fallen.

At long last, an opening had become more visible across the street.

The sacrifice of the fallen warriors had paid off.

Not a single one of them died without a smile on his face.

“Attack!”

“Avenge our brothers from the East and the West!”

The Dragon Warriors of the South and the Heavenly Guardians of the North dashed forward. They continued to breach into the enemies’ turf and expand the passage opened up by the fallen heroes.

The tables had begun to turn. It’s as if the deaths of the warriors were a sacred sacrifice that had been received by the gods above. Levi’s men started to gain the upper hand. Perhaps the gods’ blessings had descended on them. Little by little, the remaining killers from Northgale Prison were forced backward as they pushed on.

In a split second, the fleet had advanced another hundred meters.

The sudden commotion had caught the attention of the Harbinger of Death once again.

trash!” He berated

and chewing on the piece of

war

Prisoners were taken aback at the sudden reversal of

they already on the

throwing their lives

Such frightening zeal!

were still in

Why’re they doing this?

All for a cripple?

A traitor?

now

really

never understand the men’s devotion

outcasts and murderers like them could

“Onward!”

them all! We’ll

waving and slashing his blade. His eyes were

they launched their strikes in all forms

down on their foes in a swift, continuous stream, like a raging

Three Musketeers and the Dual-Serrated Monks too,

knew how great their

numbers of those who had fallen

were constantly fellow men who were severely

gained the advantage. They wouldn’t let themselves back down

Boom!

Pow!

Wham!

More blood

that had covered him along with dust and debris, had made

as wounded if no less, albeit there wasn’t a single death amongst

broken while another lost a leg. Neither of them moaned;

time Levi could only observe the battlefield as a complete spectator. He quietly swore to never forget this sight – the dead and the critically wounded, all who had fallen on the earth for

the pride

fought with relentless

warriors with iron