At first, I had been very optimistic about this invasion, because two of our strongest allies were visiting our home. Father God and the Huron King were veteran Void Creatures with sky-shattering combat power. Under any circumstances, they could hold off an entire Fallen Apostle army group, or even several of them, and they were no weaker than that thing.
By choosing to invade at a time like this, the Fallen Apostles had undoubtedly picked the worst possible day to go out. Kicking an iron plate would have been one thing—they had kicked a Star Gold Stone. But no one had expected the situation to suddenly become so complicated. We had thought the enemy was the one in trouble, yet in the end, we were still left scrambling.
The Fallen Apostles had actually split their forces into five routes, with feints everywhere. They had brought interference emitters onto the field, making even the prophets unable to see their true objective. Though Father God and the Huron King were powerful, they could only help us repel one attack. The Fallen Apostles had temporarily tied the two of them down in another world with human-wave tactics, leaving us to face an almost overwhelming number of enemies.
Sandora even suspected that the Fallen Apostles had committed more than half their entire military strength to this assault. I was beginning to worry that they had known all along that Father God and the Huron King were within Imperial territory, but for some life-or-death reason, they had been willing to risk unimaginable losses—even the possibility of being crippled for good—to launch this offensive. The scale of the military operation before us was enough to show just how targeted their plan was: multiple layers of bait to pin Father God and the Huron King in one