Demon Emperor Daochen frowned. "The stronger we are, the more we'll be targeted, won't we? Wouldn't that make things even more dangerous?"
"According to you, we can't leave the battlefield, or we'll be branded deserters. But if we die in battle, how do they confirm whether we're actually dead?"
The captain laughed. "I knew you'd have ideas like that. Naturally, others have thought of them too."
"The moment you entered the battlefield, your origin imprints were recorded. There will be people assigned specifically to monitor you."
"Unless you're truly dead, any move you make will be detected."
"Forget those crooked schemes. These underhanded paths will only lead you to destruction in the end."
Then he gave a bitter laugh. "Actually, I don't know which path is best either. Coming here seems to have been a mistake. I thought I could leave after graduating from the Divine Academy and return to my own world."
"Unfortunately, it turns out that unless we become subjects of the Angel Empire, there's no way we can leave with everything we've thought through and learned."
"Even if they appear to let us leave, we'll still be killed in the end."
"We can't flee the battlefield, and if we stay in the holy city, we'll ultimately have no choice but to join the Angel Empire."
"Only by earning merit points on the battlefield can we truly leave this place."
Demon Emperor Daochen looked at him in confusion. "Why would the battlefield offer a thread of hope? If we earn merit points there, that means we're an even greater threat. They'd probably be itching to wipe us out, wouldn't they? Why would they let us leave?"
The captain gave the Demon Emperor a grave look. "That comes down to the makeup of the Angel Empire. Apart from the