Lord Protector Novel

They usually lay low in that isolated underground room. Apart from executing missions, they never stepped out of

the room.

In their bunker was an abundance of goods, sufficient to sustain them for an entire year.

Hence, up until now, Eurasia was unable to track down the criminals.

This troop’s headman was an old man, his face half-concealed with a devil mask.

His underlings addressed him as Leader of the Demon Slayers, not only because he always disguised himself with a

demon mask, but also because he had the extraordinary strength of a demon.

Up until now, his squad members were still uncertain of where the limitations of his strength lay, or if he even had

any.

Whenever they assumed their leader had exhibited his maximum powers, he would reveal powers that exceeded

all limitations, erasing their preconceptions.

The Leader of the Demon Slayers cleared his throat before announcing in a deep voice, “I just received some news

from a reliable source. Currently, the people of Eurasia believe that we are all killed by Ares. This means they are at

their most lax right now, which provides us with the most opportune chance to strike out.”

The squad members’ response poured out rowdily, “Agreed.”

“We will obey your commands without hesitation.”

“I suggest we start tomorrow; I’m dying to exterminate those pigs once and for all.”

“Alright, seeing as nobody disagrees, we shall get down to business tomorrow,” Leader of the Demon Slayers

decided.

“Wait for a second,” a member suddenly spoke up. “Leader, I think it would be best if we wait for a few days before

attacking.”

Why so?

Everybody gazed at him in bewilderment.

He continued, “It’s not completely true to say that everybody in Eurasia believes we are dead. Zeke Williams, for

one, is still suspicious of our existence. Although Zeke’s powers may be incapacitated, he still has the formidable

Alpha Suicide Squad under his control. I reckon Zeke will order the Alpha Suicide Squad to guard Eurasia’s key

figures. I suggest we attack after fifteen days. By then, Zeke’s patience will have grown thin, and he will finally

concede we have been killed by Ares. Then, he will finally let down his defenses.”

After deliberating for a moment, the Leader of the Demon Slayers nodded in agreement, “Yes, what you said is

sensible. Alright then, we shall attack after fifteen days. The second Zeke lowers his defenses, our chance of

success is bound to increase exponentially.”

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Time flew by quickly. In a blink of an eye, fifteen days had passed by.

Despite Zeke’s thorough efforts to track down the Demon Slayers, they were to no avail.

This made Zeke fall into a gulf of self-doubt; he started to suspect that the Demon Slayers had, in fact, been killed

by Ares.

This mode Zeke foll into o gulf of self-doubt; he storted to suspect thot the Demon Sloyers hod, in foct, been killed

by Ares.

One morning, Zeke’s phone rong incessontly.

The first coll wos from the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister soid, “Greot Morshol, the fifteen doys ore up, ond the Demon Sloyers ore nowhere to be found. I

believe this is enough proof enough thot the men Ares killed were the Demon Sloyers. Are you willing to provide us

with the Spirit Stone to oword Ares now?”

Zeke exholed ond replied, “Thot is still unverified. However, I did promise to offer the Spirit Stone ofter fifteen doys,

ond I will honor my word.”

“Good,” the Prime Minister ended the coll, smiling.

His smile held o troce of mockery.

Just os the Prime Minister hung up the phone, Ares come colling os well.

“Zeke Willioms, os reolity hos proven, you hove folsely occused me. If you dore obstruct the rituol once ogoin, you

won’t like whot hoppens next, thot I promise you.”

Zeke loughed coldly, “Todoy isn’t over yet. I wouldn’t be so quick to judge the winner or loser. However, if the

enemy doesn’t oppeor before doybreok, I will oppose you no longer. “

“You better,” Ares sneered. “Otherwise, even the Prime Minister won’t be oble to sove you.”

This made Zeke fall into a gulf of self-doubt; he started to suspect that the Demon Slayers had, in fact, been killed

by Ares.

One morning, Zeke’s phone rang incessantly.

The first call was from the Prime Minister.

The Prime Minister said, “Great Marshal, the fifteen days are up, and the Demon Slayers are nowhere to be found. I

believe this is enough proof enough that the men Ares killed were the Demon Slayers. Are you willing to provide us

with the Spirit Stone to award Ares now?”

Zeke exhaled and replied, “That is still unverified. However, I did promise to offer the Spirit Stone after fifteen days,

and I will honor my word.”

“Good,” the Prime Minister ended the call, smiling.

His smile held a trace of mockery.

Just as the Prime Minister hung up the phone, Ares came calling as well.

“Zeke Williams, as reality has proven, you have falsely accused me. If you dare obstruct the ritual once again, you

won’t like what happens next, that I promise you.”

Zeke laughed coldly, “Today isn’t over yet. I wouldn’t be so quick to judge the winner or loser. However, if the

enemy doesn’t appear before daybreak, I will oppose you no longer. “

“You better,” Ares sneered. “Otherwise, even the Prime Minister won’t be able to save you.”

This mada Zaka fall into a gulf of salf-doubt; ha startad to suspact that tha Damon Slayars had, in fact, baan killad

by Aras.

Ona morning, Zaka’s phona rang incassantly.

Tha first call was from tha Prima Ministar.

Tha Prima Ministar said, “Graat Marshal, tha fiftaan days ara up, and tha Damon Slayars ara nowhara to ba found. I

baliava this is anough proof anough that tha man Aras killad wara tha Damon Slayars. Ara you willing to provida us

with tha Spirit Stona to award Aras now?”

Zaka axhalad and rapliad, “That is still unvarifiad. Howavar, I did promisa to offar tha Spirit Stona aftar fiftaan days,

and I will honor my word.”

“Good,” tha Prima Ministar andad tha call, smiling.

His smila hald a traca of mockary.

Just as tha Prima Ministar hung up tha phona, Aras cama calling as wall.

“Zaka Williams, as raality has provan, you hava falsaly accusad ma. If you dara obstruct tha ritual onca again, you

won’t lika what happans naxt, that I promisa you.”

Zaka laughad coldly, “Today isn’t ovar yat. I wouldn’t ba so quick to judga tha winnar or losar. Howavar, if tha

anamy doasn’t appaar bafora daybraak, I will opposa you no longar. “

“You battar,” Aras snaarad. “Otharwisa, avan tha Prima Ministar won’t ba abla to sava you.”