Red Robe Apostle was almost about to bite his beak to pieces at this point! That knight riding a Radiant Warhorse was already hard enough to deal with, but now several more had arrived, and he was being swarmed.
He was unwilling to admit it, yet had to admit it—he was steadily losing ground, and only two paths lay before him now.
Either he let the others rescue him, and then, relying on the power of all four of them, breaking these Earth Star people would not be difficult.
By leveraging the victorious outcome of this small-scale war, they could have a talk with the rulers of Earth Star Civilization—
Not harming these people in the event of victory, as a bargaining chip for negotiations, or rather an expression of attitude, should give them an opportunity to talk.
This was also their only chance to see that newborn god; only upon seeing him would they truly give up their stubbornness.
Although some said the universe was undergoing a full revival now and opportunities would only increase in the future, who could believe it without seeing those opportunities appear right before their eyes? Miss this chance, and they had no idea when the next one would happen.
Or else, turn around and leave. The newborn god behind these Earth Star people wielding extraordinary power was not as weak as they had imagined.
Fighting gods was a god's job; at most, they dealt with those weak lives still in the process of ascending, rather than a fully realized one.
The ultimate outcome of staying was certain—no one would spare invaders, and no superior being would spare those who offended them.
Yet to leave just like that, carrying huge losses, meant they would face severe punishment whether from the Pope's side or the