Breaking through was the wisest choice, but Jannie gave Birmingham a glimpse of victory.
He was the War God, and defeating his enemies on the battlefield was his glory.
Deep inside, Birmingham eagerly anticipated seeing Raite, the top commander of the Thorne Divine Tribe, facing the same fate as himself.
The enemy's general had fallen in love with his own warship. Just the thought of that scene was delightful, bringing pleasure to one's mood.
Moreover, it would be beneficial for him too; Jannie needed to grow. Only by her growth could he unravel his deep, tormenting love with the emperor's guard.
The best way for a God Spirit to grow was to continuously use their Divine Power. The more often it was used, the more naturally they would grow.
"Are you sure?" Birmingham became increasingly excited as he thought about it. While everyone expected him to flee, he could overcome a powerful enemy and the title of the War God would resonate throughout the universe again.
