The Return Of God Of War

The Return Of God Of War Chapter 1215

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.

He berated in

chewing on the

war

taken aback at the sudden reversal of the

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

lives away

Such frightening zeal!

prisoners were still

Why’re they doing this?

All for a cripple?

A traitor?

a now useless

really worth

the men’s devotion to their leader and

was something outcasts and murderers like them could

“Onward!”

We’ll soon make it

slashing his blade. His

they launched their strikes in all forms – secret weapons, poisoned ammunition, and explosive

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

the Dual-Serrated Monks too, were

all knew how great their

numbers of those who had

constantly fellow men who were severely

They wouldn’t

Boom!

Pow!

Wham!

More

ten slash wounds across his body. The vivid red that had covered him along with dust and debris, had made his aged white crown

just as wounded

had both his arms broken while another lost a

He quietly swore to never forget this sight – the dead and the critically wounded, all who had

the pride

fought

with

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