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

on the piece of raw

war continued

aback at the

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

their lives away like

Such frightening zeal!

prisoners were still in

Why’re they doing this?

All for a cripple?

A traitor?

now

really

never understand the men’s devotion to their leader and their beloved

and murderers like them

“Onward!”

We’ll soon

his blade. His eyes

launched their strikes in

Clan were equally unrelenting. Their blows and kicks cascaded down on their foes in a

Musketeers and the Dual-Serrated Monks too, were

great their loss had

who had

constantly fellow men

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

Boom!

Pow!

Wham!

rampage continued. More blood

his body. The vivid red that had covered him along with

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

arms broken while another lost a leg. Neither of them moaned; each continued to fight with

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

were the

fought with relentless

with iron