"He's willing to send his own creations to the battlefields to fight against the Zerg."
Upon hearing this, Peter let out a cold laugh.
He leaned back, resting his boots on the edge of the ornate table, his face twisted with disdain.
"Help us?"
"I know these low-gods too well!"
"How could those weak, greedy parasites ever want to cooperate?"
"If I'm not mistaken, this one just wants an excuse to get close to Heaven's Mountain."
"If we agree to his terms, he'll probably send a minuscule force, then act like he's done his part."
Peter waved a hand in mock disgust.
"All those lesser deities who promised aid before greeted us with smiles, then fled the moment things got difficult."
He chuckled dryly. "Actually, that reminds me of a joke. Maeve, want to hear it?"
Maeve's expression remained as cold as ever.
"I don't want to."
Peter sighed, shaking his head with exaggerated helplessness.
