So his mindset had undergone a huge change. He no longer sought victory, only a quick end to the battle!
Once Voldemort died, the Universe God Race would lose.
According to the rules of war, after a defeat, 50% of the surviving Contractors would be erased, excluding those who had already died.
But even if 50% were erased, that was still a hell of a lot better than being wiped out by the people of Earth!
Prometheus didn't want to die!
Besides, he had a treasure that could drastically lower the chance of being erased. That 50% chance might not apply to him!
The stronger someone was, the less they wanted to die!
What's more, goading the Death Eaters into surrounding Kirk had another benefit!
Maybe Kirk would hesitate for just a moment over whether to kill Voldemort, and all kinds of variables could come into play, giving Prometheus a chance to save Voldemort. Or maybe Kirk would be blasted to pieces by the countless Death Eaters' Dark Magic attacks!
There was everything to gain and nothing to lose!
Prometheus desperately egged the Death Eaters on to attack Kirk and seize Voldemort.
Kirk smiled faintly and tightened his grip around Voldemort's neck until the man let out a pained gasp. Then he sneered, "Voldemort—no, Mr. Tom Riddle—your subordinates are trying to goad the Death Eaters into surrounding you. Why don't you say a few words to them?"
Voldemort managed to open his eyes. The destruction of his Horcruxes had dealt a massive blow to his power, but it wasn't permanent. If he could just hang on a little longer, he would recover his strength and some of his power.
"You... stand back!" Voldemort gasped, his bloodshot eyes bulging as he roared.
All he needed was time.
Time to catch his