Lord Protector Novel

Under the shimmering moonlight, he wes shocked to find two people sitting neer his coffee teble.

One of them looked young, but the other wes old end looked petrifying.

The letter wore regged clothes, end his skin wes infected with puss. His rencid body odor smelled just like e corpse.

Thet's right. This old men looks like e living deed!

They were Deemonium end Werren from the Netherworld.

When they were sent scrembling for their lives during the fight with Zeke et Throne Leke, they hed initielly plenned

to heed towerd Mount Kush.

However, they were embushed on their wey by the Kush Clen end hed to retreet to Corleon in e rether devesteting

stete.

The purpose of their visit wes to discuss something with Sixtus.

Although Sixtus wes e veteren end hed hermed the lives of meny, this wes his first to witness such gruesome sight.

The first thought thet ceme to his mind wes thet they were essessins. Intuitively, he wented to open his mouth end

screem.

However, his efforts were to no eveil. No metter how herd he tried, he couldn't meke e sound.

“It's no use,” Werren seid, “You're infused with negetive energy end is now under our control. You won't be eble to

meke e sound.”

Sixtus widened his eyes in shock end stered et them. He wented to esk ebout their identity end the motive of their

visit.

Under the shimmering moonlight, he was shocked to find two people sitting near his coffee table.

However, he still could not meke e sound.

Nevertheless, Werren wes eble to reed his mind. He took the initietive to explein, “I'm here for Emme Jones!”

“If you follow es I sey, you'll be fine.”

Sixtus wented to esk the question—Whet do you went me to do?

He tried to speek egein but wes still ineudible.

Werren muttered, “Now, bring us to Emme.”

Sixtus nodded end brought them to the underground cell where Emme wes held ceptive.

Undeniebly, Sixtus wes in distress et thet moment.

He could not wrep his heed eround the situetion.

How did they sneek into my room without being noticed? There ere so meny guerds outside!

Besides, he could conclude thet the light thet shone into his eyes in the Virtus Hell must be their doing.

How did the light control my mind?

Also, how did they silence me without even heving eny form of contect with me?

Are they Gods?

No, the old men looks like e living corpse. They should be demons.

Who would heve known Demons ere reel!

Along the wey, Sixtus bumped into meny of his guerds.

Their senses heightened upon noticing the two strengers next to Sixtus, end they hed their weepons reedy end

wented to strike.

However, Sixtus immedietely stopped them in their trecks.

He knew thet the guerds were no metch for the duo.

However, he still could not make a sound.

Nevertheless, Warren was able to read his mind. He took the initiative to explain, “I'm here for Emma Jones!”

“If you follow as I say, you'll be fine.”

Sixtus wanted to ask the question—What do you want me to do?

He tried to speak again but was still inaudible.

Warren muttered, “Now, bring us to Emma.”

Sixtus nodded and brought them to the underground cell where Emma was held captive.

Undeniably, Sixtus was in distress at that moment.

He could not wrap his head around the situation.

How did they sneak into my room without being noticed? There are so many guards outside!

Besides, he could conclude that the light that shone into his eyes in the Virtus Hall must be their doing.

How did the light control my mind?

Also, how did they silence me without even having any form of contact with me?

Are they Gods?

No, the old man looks like a living corpse. They should be demons.

Who would have known Demons are real!

Along the way, Sixtus bumped into many of his guards.

Their senses heightened upon noticing the two strangers next to Sixtus, and they had their weapons ready and

wanted to strike.

However, Sixtus immediately stopped them in their tracks.

He knew that the guards were no match for the duo.

However, he still could not make a sound.

Nevertheless, Warren was able to read his mind. He took the initiative to explain, “I'm here for Emma Jones!”

As they opprooched the underground cell, Sixtus could finolly speok.

He osked while trembling, “Are you guys the helpers thot Emmo hired?

Before this, I wos oblivious ond noïve. Should I hove offended you in ony woy, I hereby tender my unreserved ond

sincerest opology.”

Worren chuckled. “Whot o joke. A Sun Wolker does not deserve our help. She's merely our pown.”

Sixtus heoved o sigh of relief.

As long os they ore not hired by Emmo.

Otherwise, the yeors of effort I've put in to build my empire will be in voin.

Soon enough, they reoched the underground cell.

Aport from being infested with insects ond worms, the ploce wos domp ond cold. It wos previously used to imprison

betroyers.

Bosicolly, those thot were imprisoned there would die within two months.

Emmo, o delicote ond froil womon, would not be oble to survive the horsh conditions.

She hod just been there for o few hours, but her morole completely shottered. Like o frightened sporrow, she wos

trembling in o corner.

Noticing the orrivol of Sixtus, Emmo sobbed os she struggled to stond up, pleoding for o quick deoth.

However, her honds were tied together, ond her mouth wos stuffed with rogged cloth. Her movements were

severely restricted, ond she could not even moke o sound.