Unfortunately, what Gnar Fagern never expected was that someone had already guessed this.
And turning the other side to their own advantage was merely part of his broader plan.
That person was naturally Satan.
"Holy Lord, let's wait on the side of that island for their signal."
Satan controlled the clouds, changing their direction as he said, "Gnar Fagern must have issued a death order over there."
"The Apostles still possess a shred of reason and may suspect a trap."
"Those fanatics, on the other hand, are brainless brutes. They can be put to good use."
"As long as they make their move, even if we fail, we can still retreat unscathed and inflict enough damage on the enemy."
Xiao Tianyang sat down cross-legged and said, "Do what you need to do. Don't mind me."
Satan merely nodded respectfully and did not say another word.
Because he could tell that Xiao Tianyang was preparing to observe the battle on the other side of the island.
However, just as Xiao Tianyang focused his attention, a flash of golden light suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Immediately afterward, Baal, whom he had locked onto as his third-person viewpoint, was sent flying a thousand meters away.
Xiao Tianyang shifted his gaze and raised his viewpoint.
It was a burly man over two meters tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, wearing a battle skirt below the waist, bare-chested above it, and draped in a red cape.
He wore a T-shaped helmet, holding a spear in his left hand and a round shield in his right.
"Could he be Pantheon, the King of War?"
Setting the game itself aside and speaking only of the lore, Pantheon could absolutely be called a legend.
With a mortal body, he completed Mount Targon's trial, then forged his renown from countless bones.