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Lord Protector Novel

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What did the seventh level of the Ares Magical Arts entail?

Even Ares himself had only reached the eighth level of Ares Magical Arts. Julian was now only a little ways away

from Ares’ own power.

More importantly, he was still so young. He had infinite chances for growth; he might even take over the Great

Marshal himself one day.

I’m truly a genius!

Julian’s driver was taken aback by Julian’s sudden bout of crazed laughter.

He hurriedly asked what was happening.

The driver’s mouth dropped open when he heard that Julian had managed to reach the seventh level of Ares

Magical Arts.

“Good job, Sir! It’s unheard of to reach the seventh level of Ares Magical Arts at such a young age.”

Julian smiled. “I wonder if the Great Marshal will finally be willing to take me in as his apprentice.”

Julian had tried to become the Great Marshal’s student once.

However, the Great Marshal had turned him down and called him ‘too weak’.

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Now, as someone who had reached the seventh level of Ares Magical Arts, he was much more powerful than

before.

The Great Marshal would definitely accept him now.

If that happened, he would surely rule over Eurasia as a son of Ares and an apprentice of the Great Marshal.

Right as he was reveling in his glory, his stomach started burning up. It felt as if he had swallowed lava.

Julian almost passed out on the spot from the pain.

He was well aware that it was the Ares Magical Arts in him trying to take over.

If he didn’t want to die, he would have to control it.

There were two ways to hold on for the time being.

The first one was to grit his teeth and hold on through sheer willpower.

The second was to look for any woman who could satiate the fire burning in him.

Julian had horrible willpower. He knew there was no way for him to hold out through the pain.

That meant that he only had the second option left.

However, all his lovers were kept in a brothel. There was no way for him to rush back there now.

He had to find a random woman to deal with it for now.

Right then and there, a seductive lady dressed in stockings and high heels walked past their car.

Julian opened the car door and pulled her in, his heart and body in overdrive.

The lady was terrified. She was taken aback for a couple of seconds before starting to scream and struggle all she

could.

However, as a weak, slim woman, she had no way of beating a warrior like Julian.

After an hour, the lady had passed out after all Julian had done. She was barely breathing.

Her downstairs area was raw and bloody after the amount of friction; blood dripped down her thighs.

Julian was finally satiated.

He sat up and put his clothes back on before kicking the woman out of the car.

The moment the naked girl landed on the road beneath her, she grabbed the attention of all the passersby.

With her last few breaths, she tried to yell, “H...help! He raped me!”

The crowd instantly realized what had happened and were enraged.

Who dared to commit such a horrible act? Under broad daylight, no less!

Anyone would be furious at such a scene.

The crowd surrounded Julian’s car, not allowing him to leave.

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A kind passerby took off his coat and laid it over the lady.

Someone quickly called the police.

Even more passersby began yelling at Julian.

“What a monster! How could you do such a thing?”

“Hmph! You really can’t judge a book by its cover.”

“You have to pay for what you did!”

Julian was growing more and more impatient.

How dare this bunch of lowly civilians block my way?

He got off the car and roared, “Screw off! All of you are in no place to dictate what I do!”

The crowd grew even more enraged upon hearing his words.

This ass**** not only failed to realize his mistakes, but he was also even cursing at us passersby!

He has to be one of those rich young masters who thought money gave him the leeway to do anything he wanted.

They couldn’t just let him go.

“Who are you? Give us your full name!” A reporter, who had been passing by, held up a camcorder, pointing it at

Julian.