Modi narrowed his eyes. "What do I have to give up?"
Since the Revolutionary Army had lost its permanent base, its dwindling supply of recruits had left it smaller with each passing day.
To change that, Modi had followed the Dragonfolk's guidance, found the Planeswalker, and tried to seize his Cloning Technology.
On this point, Link and Modi had arrived at the same idea.
While Modi fought and bargained with the Planeswalker, an even fiercer battle suddenly broke out aboveground.
The forces Modi had left on the surface came under attack from the Holy Light Church. Outnumbered and outmatched, his Revolutionary Army was driven back again and again.
This time, the attackers were not merely Archbishop Link's men. Even more of them belonged to the Dark Holy Crusaders under Pontiff Saint Fran.
Pontiff Saint Fran and Archbishop Link had both come in person.
Pontiff Saint Fran wore a pale golden Divine Robe. His presence was overwhelming; he had advanced to Saint Spirit Rank.
Years of accumulated strength had been held back for too long. Once he broke through, his power surged, carrying him past the early stage of Saint Spirit Rank and straight to Saint Spirit Intermediate Rank.
That alone showed that Pontiff Saint Fran's reserves and strength surpassed even Grand Duke Mora's and Emperor Kronwell's.
"Saint Fran! Link! It's you!" The Planeswalker heard the commotion aboveground. Pale blue light flashed in his eyes, followed by a look that said he had expected this all along.
He turned to Modi with a smile. "It seems the Holy Light Church has the same idea as you. What do you say? Will you work with me, or join forces with them?"
Modi frowned slightly. He disliked having no control over the situation.
But he understood that, with the Divine War beginning again,