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 in

chewing on the piece of raw meat

war continued on

Prisoners were taken aback at the sudden reversal of the

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

were throwing their lives away like crazy

Such frightening zeal!

prisoners were still

Why’re they doing this?

All for a cripple?

A traitor?

for a now

he really

understand the men’s devotion

was something outcasts and murderers like them

“Onward!”

all! We’ll soon

waving and slashing his blade.

as they launched their strikes in all forms –

Clan were equally unrelenting. Their blows and kicks cascaded down

Three Musketeers and the

how great their loss

numbers of those who had fallen kept

constantly fellow men who were severely

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

Boom!

Pow!

Wham!

rampage continued. More blood was

slash wounds across his body. The vivid red that had covered him along with dust and debris, had

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

of them had both his arms broken while another lost a

never forget this sight – the dead and the critically wounded, all who had

were the

fought with

warriors with