The military would carry out the order to retreat, but the two citadels and the Adepts of the Western Alliance refused to do so.
"We have our own spaceships. It won't be too late to leave after we have killed a few more predators," the Pontiff ordered coldly.
Satan was on the other side of the planet. He frowned and berated angrily, "Those b*stards! How dare you disobey my orders! Is the animulae more important than your lives? Get back here quickly. I'll give you five more minutes."
Unlike the Pontiff, the Dark Citadel had never been gravely injured. Satan was more sensitive to military orders. He was also greedy, but he knew that being alive was more important than anything else.
"Retreat, do you hear me?" Satan angrily transmitted the message to every high-ranking member of the Dark Citadel through the special communication device.
"But, Lord Satan, the animulae…"
