Levi Garrison: The Return of the God of War [The Protector] Chapter 1493

Meanwhile, the air around the Dragonites was somber. Everyone knew how precarious the situation at the Ether was. The fate of the Four Basilisks and the Suicide Squad was uncertain. “Where is Levi Garrison?” “This is all his fault!” “If he responded to his orders, he'd be at the Ether by now!” “Well, we can't just sit here and do nothing! Dispatch whatever forces we have left, including the Iron Brigade!” At the Ether, the pursuit continued. “Sh*t! He's catching up to us!” Heracles abruptly exclaimed when he noticed blasts of air coming from behind them. It was clear that the Northern Demon was hot on their heels. It was as though he went supersonic. That was why he was able to dredge up strong air currents. “We're in deep sh*t! The Northern Demon is way too powerful! He's already almost upon us!” yelled Eastern Beast. Heart-wrenching despair surged from the depths of their hearts. Once the Northern Demon caught up, death was the only outcome. But they did not want to die just yet! They had trained in seclusion for decades, all for the sake of a bright future. The last thing they wanted was to be killed before they could even make a name for themselves. They were the disciples of the Five Dragons of Erudia. Their reputations would be dragged through the mud if they were killed just like that. Everyone feared death and the four of them were no exception. Hence, they ran as fast as their legs could carry them. They even started to regret not bringing more men from the Suicide Squad with them. If only we brought four to five thousand more of them, wouldn't that have guaranteed our escape? Things would never have turned out this way. “Bunch of useless trash! And they claimed to be of the Ultimate class warrior from the Four Great Families? This is how long they managed to hold him back?” “Exactly! A thousand pigs would've done a better job than them. The Suicide Squad is nothing but trash!” Eastern Beast and Southern Warrior seethed. They began to call the Suicide Squad useless for failing to buy them more time. They were the ones who used the Suicide Squad as their shield so that they could escape, but here they were, blaming them for being incompetent. If those in the Suicide Squad heard them, they would probably come back to life out of anger. Their deaths were completely in vain. It was such a waste to die for people like them. “What should we do?” The Four Basilisks panicked upon seeing the blasts of air approaching fast. They trembled, the blood in their veins seemed to be frozen as terror gripped them. “Let's take him on! We can still gain ourselves a good reputation!” Western Monk was iron-willed. “Are you a fool? That's literally suicide!” The others strongly opposed. “But how are we any different from deserters if we run like this?” Heracles piped up. “You're a fool too. Do you want to die instead of running then? What's more, this matter has nothing to do with us! It was our masters who have underestimated the Northern Demon, so it's none of our business!” Heracles nodded in agreement. “You have a point.” As the four of them discussed, the white clouds of air gathered less than ten thousand meters away from them. He would undoubtedly catch up within two minutes. “We're screwed. We're totally screwed!” They were all sweating bullets. “Is this really it for us?” The Four Basilisks spiraled into despair as the blasts of air closed in on them from a thousand meters away, then five hundred meters, and finally one hundred meter. He had caught up with them. In the end, the four of them stopped in their tracks as there was no point in running anymore. There was nothing they could do besides waiting for death to claim them. However, indignance gleamed in their eyes. The seconds dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. The feeling of waiting for death was not a pleasant one at all. But oddly, no one came into sight even after a minute passed. “What's going on? Where's the Northern Demon?”