After a brief stalemate, the sixth prince finally failed to withstand Joy Boy's ferocious assault and was forced back again and again. The others had no choice but to come to his aid, leaving them unable to keep the battlefield sealed off.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, large numbers of surviving Knights, rebel soldiers, and innocent civilians broke through the encirclement and scattered.
Watching so many people break free and gradually disappear into the distance, Joy Boy felt the tension in his heart ease slightly. Yet his eyes were bloodshot, filled with endless grief.
The desperate collapse that followed their great victory had cost him far too many brothers who had fought at his side. Far too many innocent people who had followed him would remain forever on this blood-soaked land.
Once he confirmed that most had successfully withdrawn, Joy Boy abandoned the fight and prepared to leave, catching up with the retreating survivors.
The instant he turned, the sixth prince's hoarse, calculating voice rang out behind him.
"Joy Boy, you're truly far too stupid."
The sixth prince raised a hand to wipe the blood from his face, panting heavily. His gaze was sinister, carrying a hint of temptation and an invitation to join him.
"Your strength is unmatched beneath the heavens. You bear a god-given blessing that puts you far beyond mortals, even far beyond us of the Divine Race."
"What do you gain by mingling with these ants? You give everything to protect them, and all you get in return is death, betrayal, despair, and burdens."
"You are destined to be a god who stands above all, not one of those ants destined for slaughter."
"Why not submit to our Great Kingdom and become a god like us?"
"I promise you, you will stand above countless others, become one