The Protector (The Return Of The God of War) novel Chapter 1220

“What’s the point of all this? Why are you protecting this piece of trash?” the Harbinger of Death snickered. “What a bunch of dimwits!”

Killing Levi would not be hard for him even in Erudia, let alone a tiny town in Northgale.

How stupid of them to protect him!

It’s absolutely worthless!

They’re just sacrificing themselves for no good reason!

Meanwhile, Levi could only stare at Hades’ dead body on the ground from where he lay sprawled just outside the gates.

He had been overcome with helplessness as he watched his men give up their lives for his sake.

However, there was nothing he could do.

I hate this…

He wanted to scream, but his throat was too dry for it.

Not only that, but he wanted to kill the murderer standing before him, yet his legs would not listen to his brain’s commands.

Strangers and friends alike admired him, and he owed them the world for it.

I need to avenge them! I must!

After all that, the Harbinger of Death fixed his gaze on Levi and started to walk towards him.

With each blink of his eyes, the Harbinger of Death came ten meters closer.

He chuckled as he stared at Levi. “What’s the point of that battle? It’s absolutely useless!”

Unfazed, Levi glared at him. “Watch it! You’re going to die soon!”

“Hahaha! Me? Dying? No way!”

He was not exactly boasting – after all, it took a thousand fighters just to restrain him back then.

It would take a million more to kill him.

“Die, Levi Garrison!” the Harbinger of Death bellowed, raising his palm and bringing it down upon Levi’s head.

Boom!

However, before he could flatten Levi into a pancake, a huge explosion rang through the air.

Crash!

A powerful force rammed into the Harbinger of Death’s chest, and it sent him flying backward with blood spewing out of his mouth.

Hiss…

He staggered backward for a good ten meters before slowing to a halt.

When he looked down, he was horrified to see several cracks appearing on the ground beneath him.

His shirt was tattered and torn at the chest area, and a large, bloody palm print was slowly appearing on his chest.

The Harbinger of Death was supposed to be immune to all kinds of weapons, and not even the sharpest blade could come close to making a scratch on his skin.