So I'm a sheep.

Dejected, Sasha returned to the military camp, looking rather listless.

They were initially full of confidence to fight one war, two wars, three wars... and finally win.

Who would have thought that in their very first encounter, he would be brutally beaten by that Titan!

'This shouldn't be happening. How could the walls of my heart have suddenly crumbled like that?'

'With the power it displayed just now, it wouldn't have been able to withstand Lilith's scythe at all in the dream world.'

Sasha was extremely frustrated, and somewhat agitated, she once again conjured a Wall of Heart.

"..."

"What's going on? The strength of the Heart Wall has clearly increased again!"

The angel is still the same angel, but the power of his skills fluctuates wildly.

Sasha fell into deep thought; there must be some key point she hadn't figured out!

Is there anything particularly different about the person I am in my dream world and the person I am now?

Having fought against Clios, returning to camp in dejection, and then...

Hmm? Wait a minute, there are definitely differences!

"Yes, it's a matter of mindset?"

The girl muttered to herself, "Could it be that the more withdrawn I am, the stronger my skill becomes?"

In the dream world, she finally lay alone in her hospital bed, utterly withdrawn.

But after she returned to the Heavenly Realm and successfully confronted her true intentions, she was delighted with her life every day.

Aside from the lingering sense of loneliness deep inside and a greater preference for quiet, the autism has disappeared!

The reason why the Heart Wall is stronger now than before is quite simple—

"Uh, I've been hit too hard, and now I'm showing signs of becoming withdrawn again?"

......................................

If my deduction is correct, the wall of the heart does indeed become stronger the more withdrawn one is.

Well, this battle is far from over!

"..."

"Hahahaha, your prince has fled in disarray under the divine might of the Father God!"

The hundred-armed giant Antenor paused in his movements, then burst into laughter.

"Carlisle, Saliye has been defeated. Why don't you retreat immediately?"

"Oh"

The Seraph brandished his greatsword and severed another arm of the Titan Prince: "Your Highness has your battles, and I have mine."

"Antenor, do not mock me, I am the one who truly pities you!"

Carlisle sneered, "After all these years, you still haven't mastered the Thunder Whip. In the end, although Crios bestowed it upon you, he himself is still the true master of this artifact, isn't he?"

"How pitiful that he is so wary of his own son."

"shut up!"

The angel spoke the truth, but it is often the truth that is most hurtful.

Antenor was not human, but the principle is the same.

The Titan Prince had complained to his father more than once in secret. The Thunder Whip was an extraordinary artifact to him, but it wasn't particularly precious to the dignified ruler of the pantheon.

'Since you've bestowed it upon me, why not truly give it to me?'

"Are you so distrustful of me, no, of us brothers?"

"How dare you question the greatness of God the Father? Die!"

A hundred arms simultaneously wrapped around Carlisle, one of which held a thunder whip and swung it down fiercely at the Seraphim from a tricky angle!

...........................................

In this clash with the Titan pantheon, apart from Sasha, the commander, all the other angels performed admirably.

Carlisle fought Anternor to a standstill, while Rebecca and Lucifer dominated their opponents, leaving the two Titan princes utterly helpless.

"Your Highness, perhaps we could request some more support from the Heavenly Realm?"

Inside the camp, Rebecca tentatively suggested something to Sasha.

"..."

The battle is now divided into four parts: two have an advantage, one is evenly matched, and the other is collapsing.

The request for help certainly wasn't for more angel troops, but rather for other holy angels to come.

Sasha felt both ashamed and annoyed.

However, she did not lose her temper. Instead, she calmly said, "I have a way to hold off Crios. As long as you find a way to break the deadlock, you can still win this time."

The Celestial Realm only mobilized about one-third of its power, while the Titan pantheon mobilized its entire force!

They wouldn't even need to open up the situation; if they dragged it out for a hundred or two centuries, Crios would have to obediently retreat unless he went completely insane.

"Yes!"

When her tentative suggestion was rejected, Rebecca immediately stopped pressing the issue.

She said confidently, "Your Highness, there is still a considerable gap between my strength and that of Ekaon."

"Give your subordinates a little more time, and they will surely be able to turn things around!"

"very good"

Nodding in satisfaction, Sasha then looked at Carlisle: "Don't be impatient. Your task is to resist Anternor, not to defeat him."

"Your Highness, rest assured, I will not be greedy for credit or act rashly."

Carlisle was very clear about his position; compared to him, Rebecca was the legion commander most likely to turn the tide.

“Carlisle does not seek victory, and even if he could win, he would not,” the Seraph said solemnly.

"Haha, you're always the one I trust the most."

After saying that, Sasha looked at the last legion commander.

"Lucifer, feel free to improvise."

"learn"

Lucifer secretly observed Sasha for a while and was relieved to find that she did not show a strong sense of frustration.

'Having digested what I gained from the battle with Castor, I can take another small step forward.'

'Only by unexpectedly killing this eldest prince can the Titan pantheon suffer a serious blow. Otherwise, the fighting will only deplete some Titan troops and won't amount to much.'

........................................

The angels were conducting a post-battle debriefing, and the Titans were doing the same.

However, apart from Crios, who remained calm, his three sons were all complaining bitterly.

"That Lucifer is even stronger than Rebecca and Josephine, my son had a tough time!"

“Father God, Carlisle has obtained a divine artifact, and he has truly utterly defeated his son.”

“Great Father God, the Sky-Splitting Armor you bestowed upon me has countless uses. But, but it’s still too much for me to deal with the Legion Commander.”

Volume 1: Chapter 566 Filial Piety and Fatherly Love

All three princes were complaining, with Echion complaining the loudest.

There was nothing that could be done, given the immense pressure he was under.

'It used to be alright. When Antenor and I teamed up against a celestial legion commander, the pressure was immense, but we could manage.'

'Last time, helping my brother hold off two legion commanders was nearly fatal; without the Sky-Splitting Armor, I might already be dead.'

'This is even more outrageous! They want me to single-handedly stop Rebecca?!'

You have to complain, or you'll die!

"Father God—"

Ekawon burst into tears and snot: "I don't mind my son dying, but I'm afraid it will ruin your great cause."

"Stop crying! Look at the state you're in!"

Crios, who was in a good mood, was now enraged by his three sons' crying and fussing.

"After our triumphant return, I hear not a single word of celebration, but only your endless complaints!"

"That's right, your opponents are very strong, and you are in a difficult situation."

"But no matter how bitter or difficult things are for you, they are more bitter and difficult than for me!"

The Titan King was furious, but his sons outwardly obeyed, though inwardly they were somewhat disapproving.

It's both bitter and difficult?

I really didn't see that coming.

Saliye was not defeated and forced to flee by you, so what hardship have you suffered?

"Father God, is that Sariel actually very difficult to deal with?"

At this point, only Princess Aphrodite dared to speak.

“What troubles me is not Saliye, but fate.”

Cleos said slowly, "If Sariel is truly that calamity, that would be fine. But I fear that I, the king, might choose the wrong target in my desperate battle!"

There can only be one chance to risk everything, even one's entire religion.

If you choose the wrong target, then...

When the concepts of destiny and calamity were mentioned, even Aphrodite dared not respond.