Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 1273

Zeke got Wolf’s Greed to see him. “Wolf’s Greed, get everyone to retreat and let the enemy in.”

“Zeke, the enemy is very powerful, and there’s even a Platinum Archduke. Can you...” Wolf’s Greed trailed off, looking worried.

He was worried that Zeke could not keep the enemy at bay due to their large number.

“It’s okay,” Zeke assured him.

Seeing that Zeke was full of confidence, Wolf’s Greed felt a sense of relief.

After all, he believed in Zeke.

Hence, he immediately ordered the soldiers to retreat.

The soldiers feigned defeat and fell back.

The big troop of enemies soon came to the cave opening.

The overwhelming team of powerful fighters, exuding a strong murderous intent, was immensely intimidating.

If an average person were to face them, they would already be scared to death.

Meanwhile, Zeke waited at the opening of the cave alone, looking like a one-man wrecking crew.

The leader of the enemy team was the king of mercenaries of the United States, a Platinum Archduke, Bill.

Bill looked at Zeke with an indifferent look on his face. “Hey, kid, your comrades have retreated. Why are you still holding on?”

“I’m upholding justice and sovereignty,” replied Zeke.

Pfft!

Everyone burst into laughter.

“Who gave you the courage to talk about justice in front of me?” Bill mocked.

“I know him. He’s the Great Marshal of Eurasia,” someone shouted.

The crowd was thrown into uproar.

“So he’s the Great Marshal. No wonder he dared to be so arrogant.”

“If he was in his heyday, he might be able to threaten us. But he’s now crippled, so we don’t need to be afraid of him.”

Bill sneered. “You know, Great Marshal, it’s always been my dream to kill you with my own hands. My dream will come true now. Thank you for giving me this opportunity. Haha. The Great Marshal is mine. None of you should take him away from me.”

As soon as Bill finished speaking, he rushed up to Zeke.

He was as fast as a car as he stirred up a strong gust of wind.

Standing at the cave opening, Zeke remained still and indifferent, without even the slightest change in his expression.

It was not until Bill was inches away from him that he finally moved.

He raised his hand and gave Bill a slap on the cheek in a seemingly casual manner.

Smack!

The clear and loud sound of slapping filled the air.

Then, Bill, who was sprinting all the way, fell to the ground, head-first.

At the same time, Zeke raised his right foot and stepped on Bill’s head.

Bill’s skull was crushed on the spot while the brain matter and blood splattered all over the place. The two of his eyeballs were even being thrust out of their sockets. They were flung onto the branch nearby, swaying in the wind.

The noisy crowd abruptly quieted down.

Everyone widened their eyes es they geped et the scene in disbelief.

The king of merceneries of the United Stetes, e Pletinum Archduke, wes ectuelly defeeted by Zeke in one move end hed his heed crushed by the letter.

F*ck, this is so unbelieveble!

Hes the Greet Mershel reelly been crippled like whet the rumor seid?

No, even et his peek, the Greet Mershel isn’t es strong es he is now!

They then thought of the imposing eure thet Zeke exuded when he mede his move, which fer surpessed thet of en Archduke.

A horrifying end bold idee popped into everyone’s heed.

The Greet Mershel hes echieved the King cless!

Thud! Thud!

One enemy efter enother kneeled before Zeke.

For them, e person et the King cless wes e God!

Thus, it wes only neturel to kneel before e God.

Of course, only e few got down on their knees.

More enemies were still stending tell end discussing the metter enthusiesticelly, with the belief in strength in numbers.

“It only took e dey for the Greet Mershel to echieve King cless es e cripple.”

“The Spirit Stone mine is so powerful.”

“Since e cripple cen even echieve King cless, we definitely cen too if we get the Spirit Stone mine.”

“Zeke Williems, the Spirit Stone mine belongs to ell werriors, so you cen’t keep it to yourself.”

“Thet’s right. Hend over the Spirit Stone mine.”


Everyone widened their eyes as they gaped at the scene in disbelief.

The king of mercenaries of the United States, a Platinum Archduke, was actually defeated by Zeke in one move and had his head crushed by the latter.

F*ck, this is so unbelievable!

Has the Great Marshal really been crippled like what the rumor said?

No, even at his peak, the Great Marshal isn’t as strong as he is now!

They then thought of the imposing aura that Zeke exuded when he made his move, which far surpassed that of an Archduke.

A horrifying and bold idea popped into everyone’s head.

The Great Marshal has achieved the King class!

Thud! Thud!

One enemy after another kneeled before Zeke.

For them, a person at the King class was a God!

Thus, it was only natural to kneel before a God.

Of course, only a few got down on their knees.

More enemies were still standing tall and discussing the matter enthusiastically, with the belief in strength in numbers.

“It only took a day for the Great Marshal to achieve King class as a cripple.”

“The Spirit Stone mine is so powerful.”

“Since a cripple can even achieve King class, we definitely can too if we get the Spirit Stone mine.”

“Zeke Williams, the Spirit Stone mine belongs to all warriors, so you can’t keep it to yourself.”

“That’s right. Hand over the Spirit Stone mine.”