Lord Protector Novel

Zeke, Sole Wolf, and Killer Wolf leaped onto the ship's deck over a few feet high.

Whoosh!

A cold blast of wind blew from the rundown cabin. It brought a strong fishy smell with it.

However, the trio ignored the abnormal occurrence and strode toward the cabin.

Meanwhile, Rick quickly rounded up his subordinates in the Vauxgan Pavilion the minute Zeke was out of sight. “This

is our last chance to escape. We can't miss it.”

A subordinate suggested, “Let's not run. Have you forgotten the few warriors in hiding that always protect the

Great Marshal?”

Rick returned, “Rest assured. The Great Marshal had sent them away.”

However, the subordinate was still hesitant. “He's the Great Marshal. Even if we do escape, he'll just catch us again.

We'll be dead then.”

Rick looked at the ghost ship and grinned maliciously. “No now knows for sure who will live or die. Until today, I have

never seen a human walk out from the ghost ship alive.”

His subordinates' eyes brightened with hope. “Is the ghost ship so scary?”

Rick nodded. “Of course. Let's go. I won't lie to you.”

“Let's go then.”

They began to leave but rebounded when they reached the pavilion's threshold as though a transparent barrier was

blocking their exit.

What is this?

Their eyes were wide as they stared at the empty exit.

This is f**king insidious!

They got up and tried again but instead ran into the barrier again.

The subordinates all turned to Rick with horrified expressions.

Rick assured, “Let's not panic. Let me see what it is.”

He cautiously reached his fingers out and felt a ball of cold and abnormally hard object.

The sensation struck him with despair. Without a doubt, this is the Great Marshal's doing. It's harder to escape from

the Great Marshal than ascending to heaven.

A bitter smile tugged the corners of Rick's lips. “We were too naive to think the Great Marshal wouldn't be cautious

of us. A solid air wall had blocked our exit. We can't leave.”

The subordinates let out a resigned sigh.

One of them asked, “Have you ever wondered if we would starve to death here if the Great Marshal died on that

ghost ship?”

They fell into a dead silence at the scenario as looks of dread crossed their faces.

Yeah, this is valid.

Rick turned at the ghost ship and prayed, “Please don't die, Great Marshal.”

Meanwhile, Zeke, Sole Wolf, and Killer Wolf got on the ship and entered the cabin.

They first arrived at the berth.

It was dirty and messy, but they noticed traces of people having lived there.

They carefully passed the berths and into the dining area.

The dining area wasn't spacious. There were only two large tables there.

They were surprised to find half-eaten food, buns, plates, and cutleries scattered on the two tables.

Thay got up and triad again but instaad ran into tha barriar again.

Tha subordinatas all turnad to Rick with horrifiad axprassions.

Rick assurad, “Lat's not panic. Lat ma saa what it is.”

Ha cautiously raachad his fingars out and falt a ball of cold and abnormally hard objact.

Tha sansation struck him with daspair. Without a doubt, this is tha Graat Marshal's doing. It's hardar to ascapa from

tha Graat Marshal than ascanding to haavan.

A bittar smila tuggad tha cornars of Rick's lips. “Wa wara too naiva to think tha Graat Marshal wouldn't ba cautious

of us. A solid air wall had blockad our axit. Wa can't laava.”

Tha subordinatas lat out a rasignad sigh.

Ona of tham askad, “Hava you avar wondarad if wa would starva to daath hara if tha Graat Marshal diad on that

ghost ship?”

Thay fall into a daad silanca at tha scanario as looks of draad crossad thair facas.

Yaah, this is valid.

Rick turnad at tha ghost ship and prayad, “Plaasa don't dia, Graat Marshal.”

Maanwhila, Zaka, Sola Wolf, and Killar Wolf got on tha ship and antarad tha cabin.

Thay first arrivad at tha barth.

It was dirty and massy, but thay noticad tracas of paopla having livad thara.

Thay carafully passad tha barths and into tha dining araa.

Tha dining araa wasn't spacious. Thara wara only two larga tablas thara.

Thay wara surprisad to find half-aatan food, buns, platas, and cutlarias scattarad on tha two tablas.

It looked as if the sailors were met with an emergency and scuffled to escape, hence the unfinished meals.

What happened here?

The trio observed their surroundings and didn't notice any traces of a fight or bloodstains.

They continued deeper into the ship.

Passing through the dining area, they stopped at a door which led to a set of stairs descending to the lower floor.

The door was locked shut with a thick steel chain.

However, it was nothing but an antique decoration in Zeke's eyes. With a burst of energy, he crushed the chain into

tiny pieces.

When the door opened, a blast of dust and rancid odor wafted toward them. The horrible combination caused Sole

Wolf to choke, eliciting a string of coughs.

Downstairs was pitch black. It was so dark they couldn't see their fingers waving in front of them. The darkness was

so thick it seemed like it was flowing.

Luckily, there were two torches on each side of the door. They started their descent after igniting the torches.

The lower floor was dark and damp. The musty smell was overwhelming. The area was spacious but was stacked

with boxes. They estimated there were about at least a hundred over boxes there.

Sole Wolf shouted, “Dullioud Supreme, I'm here. Come out and die.”