Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2027

As Erwen and Yazmin watched the chaotic scene and recalled how Zeke swore to keep them safe a while ago, a terrifying thought came to their mind.

Could Zeke have something to do with this? How is he doing it? The most possible answer is that he's controlling Progenitor. But then again, Progenitor only acknowledges the elders. Why would it listen to Zeke? This man is getting more mysterious. No. The more accurate word is powerful.

Since Zeke still needed the White Muraco Clan's help to attack the Black Muraco Clan, he could not wound them severely.

Hence, after letting the Life-Bound Worms teach the villagers a little lesson, Zeke commanded them to stop.

Despite that, the villagers were already covered in grime, blood, and bruises. They looked extremely disheveled.

After a while, when they returned to their senses, they stared at Zeke, trembling in fear. “Did you do this? Is this your work?”

“Da*n it. Did you do something to Progenitor? Speak up!”

“He's the devil. He must've used some evil tricks to affect Progenitor's consciousness and made it attack us!”

“Get the devil out! Get the devil out!”

In response, Zeke asked coldly, “Do you want to know the answer?”

“Of course!” the villagers yelled while nodding in unison.

“It's actually very simple. I'm your elder!” Zeke stated.

“Shut up!” the villagers roared. “You? Our elder? You're not even worthy of carrying our elder's shoes!”

“He's obviously insulting us! He's insulting our elder!”

Zeke felt slightly helpless. Truth was, he knew long ago that they would not believe he was their elder.

He was too lazy to continue defending himself. Hence, he walked toward the door. “Come on, Sole Wolf. Let's go meet the Black Muraco Clan.” He then addressed the White Muraco Clan, “I've said this before. I'll personally deal with the troubles I've caused. So if you guys continue causing trouble, then don't blame me for what I'll do. This is just a little lesson for all of you. I promise it won't be that easy next time.”

“Okay!” Sole Wolf chuckled and trotted over to Zeke. “You've taken the limelight this time. Can it be my turn next time?”

Zeke answered, “It depends.”

Erwen and Yazmin exchanged glances, nodded, and followed behind them.

For some reason, following Zeke gave them a sense of security.

Meanwhile, the villagers exchanged uneasy looks.

“What should we do? We can't let Zeke and Erwen go over to the Black Muraco Clan, right? They'll never forgive us.”

“Come on. Let's go check it out. We need to explain the situation to the Black Muraco Clan that it's not that we don't want to hand Zeke over to them. We're just powerless.”

“Yes. Let's go. I'm sure the Black Muraco Clan will forgive us.”

“Our clan is not a match for Zeke. But if we combine forces with the Black Muraco Clan, we'll definitely be able to take him down.”

“I'm going to return the favor a thousand times more for the humiliation I endured just now.”

“Let's go!”

Soon, a large group of the villagers followed behind Zeke.

It was not long before Zeke arrived at the intersection point of both the Black and the White Muraco Clans.

The White Muraco Clan's entrance was already surrounded by the Black Muraco Clan members.

The leader of the team was Cain, Saint of Black Muraco.

Behind him was a team of hundred men.

All of their bodies were well built and radiated warrior energy. It was clear that they were professional martial artists.

Cain had an arrogant look on his face. He sneered, “Remember this, Zeke. I'll be the one who'll have the last laugh today. Anyway, aren't you some kind of big shot? Looks like you still end up in my hands in the end. You should just beg me for forgiveness. Perhaps it might make me happy and I'll let you die in one piece.”

Naturally, Cain thought it was the White Muraco Clan who sent Zeke and Erwen to surrender.

To his surprise, Zeke said with disdain, “The person who'll have the last laugh today is still undecided. But I can promise you one thing, even if you beg me for mercy, I'll still burn you to ashes.”

What the hell?