Watching the empire's army draw closer and closer, the Holy Son of Dawn clenched his fists. In the end, helpless as ever, he gave the order.
"Retreat for now."
Five days had not yet passed. Even the Church's fastest Holy Legion could not arrive in time, and in this war, they did not appear to have lost, but they absolutely had not won.
Several Legends had fallen, and the Church of Dawn grieved bitterly over their deaths. If not for the Lord of Dawn's final display of invincible glory, a radiance even gods had to avoid, then the Church of Dawn would truly have lost this war in the Nant Kingdom to the very end.
He had to retreat now. Many of the empire's Extraordinary Legions had arrived first; if he delayed any longer, he feared even he would have to stay here. "I hope His Majesty won't blame me."
The Holy Son of Dawn sighed wearily. He had never imagined that the gap between the Church and the Florian Empire was now so great. Clearly, they were the Lord of Dawn's servants. They were the administrators of faith. Yet even with the support of the great Divine Essence, they still could not win a war against the empire.
"Could it be that if the Lord cannot awaken, we cannot defeat the empire?"
The Holy Son of Dawn looked back at the imperial army pursuing them. Some Dawn Believers, driven by their faith, had completely lost their reason and were beginning to use their lives to stop the pursuit of the empire's Extraordinary Legions.
It did not feel good.
Floyd did not feel good either.
The moment a dozen or so Extraordinary Legions appeared, no matter how slow he was, he understood what it meant.
What pained him was that