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

continued gnawing and chewing on

bloody war continued on

Prisoners were taken aback at the

these measly peasants? Weren’t they already on the losing end since the

throwing their lives away like

Such frightening zeal!

still

Why’re they doing this?

All for a cripple?

A traitor?

a now useless

really

devotion to their leader and their

was something outcasts and murderers like them could

“Onward!”

We’ll soon

continued waving and slashing his blade. His

Tang Sect kept the enemies busy as they launched their strikes in all forms – secret weapons, poisoned ammunition, and explosive

equally unrelenting. Their blows and kicks cascaded down on their foes in a swift, continuous stream, like a

Three Musketeers and the Dual-Serrated Monks

all knew how great their loss

who

fellow men

advantage. They

Boom!

Pow!

Wham!

continued. More blood was

body. The vivid red that had covered him along

nineteen men from the Tang Sect were just as wounded if no

a leg. Neither of them

a complete spectator. He quietly swore to never

people were the pride of

fought with relentless

warriors with iron