"I just want to protect my tribe! I did something wrong again!"

"These are not your tribe members! You are from the Black Sheep tribe! They are not!"

"But my mother is! The blood of their clan is also flowing in my body! And I don't know any Black Sheep clan, I only know that I grew up here! This is my home!"

Inside the temple, the father and son confronted each other loudly, and neither of them wanted to take a step back.

For the first time, Medada yelled at his father when he was completely angry.

While walking in place, Medada raised his hand to point at his father, and Medada's face turned pale.

"I don't know how strong the empire you call is, and how terrifying the legion you call is. I only know that these are my tribe members! But they are not! They are just a group of damn outsiders! And we are for them

The same goes! Because of your fear, you have to choose to hand over the lives of your tribesmen to a group of outsiders? What if they kill people randomly? What if they treat them unequally? You even put down your weapons! You can still

What to resist? That's your life!"

He pointed at the dilapidated but still regular buildings outside the city, and Medada was hoarse.

"I know you have always looked down on me! I think I am addicted to material things, their praises, and even the people are exhausted and wealthy. In the absence of materials, I have built this huge temple, but I am God, I am their leader, I am

Their leader! God cannot be on par with people! I must set an example for them! I need this majestic temple! I need their awe! Because this way I can gain strength!”

She patted her chest hard, and Medada's eyes were wide open.

"They are my people! So they have the obligation to build a temple for me! I have the obligation to respect me! Let me collect energy! But correspondingly! I, the leader, also have the obligation to protect them! Even if I die because of this! I

We will never hand over everyone's lives to a group of outsiders we have never seen before. The ending of the City of Hope will be determined by the people of the City of Hope! We have the final say whether to go or leave it to ourselves! Even in the end, everyone will be

They are all dead! They will only be held together after the supplies are completely exhausted!"

Looking at his stubborn son, Meerda's eyes trembled uncontrollably and her forehead was bulging.

"You have to take everyone to die?"

Medada gave an answer immediately without any hesitation when he heard this.

"If I had to let the tribes who had worked hard to survive, kneel down to seek a way out from other races, I would rather take my tribesmen to die!"

"They didn't let you kneel!"

"Then they should give us equal respect! Their king will come to negotiate with us in person! Instead of letting a damn businessman! and a group of damn women decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people!"

Bang!

The roar that resounded throughout the hall came to an abrupt end. Meerda, who could not bear it, raised his hand and slapped his son.

This made Medada's eyes widen and his face looked in disbelief.

Before he could speak, Meerda spoke in a trembling voice.

"If the imperial royal family really comes, then we will have no chance to join, because the royal family will never participate in the matter of gathering foreign tribes. They will only go to the front line because of one thing, that is, war.

A war that will do your best, never stop, live to the death, until one side is completely destroyed."

Looking at his son who was in silence, Meerda's voice was deep.

"If you really love your people, you should learn to compromise and bow your head for them."

Medada, who covered her face, looked up at her father after hearing this, put down her arm, and shook her head gently. M.

"No, everyone can bow their heads, but the leader cannot. I want me to bow my head unless they kill me, and it is proven to be stronger than me and more suitable to be the leader."

The body retreated and quickly came to the door. Medada turned around and left, but at the last moment of leaving, he made a low voice.

"Father, you are much smarter and more knowledgeable than me. Maybe you are right. Fighting them is indeed a dead end, but this is not an excuse to lead my tribe members to bow their heads directly to outsiders. If I lose,

You can lead your tribesmen to surrender, but at least before I die, no one can make my tribesmen wronged and want to negotiate? Then let them send them, and those who are truly qualified to negotiate on behalf of the empire!”

Bang!

The huge iron gate was closed, and Meerda looked at the closed iron gate from afar and stood on the altar silently.

After a long time, a long sigh came out.

"It's only hundreds of thousands of people, who do you still hope to let you come..."

The negotiation between father and son ended in failure.

And after Medada left, the troops that followed his orders had quickly assembled, and while preparing for war, they sealed all entrances and exits of the temple.

If it were before, Meerda's kindness and Mardada's bravery, these completely different fathers and sons are actually comparable to those of citizens.

Even Meerda is more convincing. After all, bravery alone cannot make people eat, but kindness and wisdom can make people live better.

However, as Meadda got a lot of supplies from somewhere, his reputation rose rapidly. At least for this period, it was no longer possible for the old black sheep god Meadda, the old black sheep god.

Looking at the soldiers who were guarding the door, although they did not dare to stop themselves from entering and leaving, they were also secretly observing this side, staring at their every move, ready to report at any time.

Meerda stood at the door of the temple without saying a word.

He knew what his son meant. His son was unwilling to admit defeat like this, and he was unwilling to lead his tribe members to be taken out of this world by the other party as the rescued person.

He wanted to fight, he wanted to make the tribes respectful, and wanted to rely on force to let the strangers outside know that the people here were not fugitives who were in desperate situations, but a group of real warriors.

They integrated into the empire not because they couldn't beat it, but because they didn't want to fight it.

If you want to gain respect from the other party, you can only rely on your own efforts. Dignity is never based on others' gifts, but on the fight.

If Meldad was not a man who grew up in the empire, but a native native here, then he would definitely agree with his son's plan and fully support it.

But Meerda is not an indigenous person, nor has she never been to the empire, has never seen nuclear weapons, or has never seen a silly son of a real master.

That is an empire! It was sandwiched in the middle by thousands of time and space cracks, but it forced all the invaders back, and even destroyed many monsters from the race.

How could a war machine, which is also cast out of flesh and blood, allow a part to show off his power?

The parts, the Empire wants as many as it wants, and replace them as much as it wants. The difference is nothing more than whether the materials are good or bad.

But majesty! It is something that is absolutely not allowed to be defiled!

The Empire will never retreat in such matters. As long as you dare to resist, he will dare to hit you.

If you dare to continue to be obsessed with it, he will definitely dare to destroy your entire clan.

Retreat? The well water does not violate the river water? The treaty does not violate?

The empire that does not exist, which has hosted countless races, will never allow its own dignity to be trampled on even a little bit. Once such a thing happens, he will definitely find the place hundreds or thousands of times.

As long as you start, you either surrender or die. There is absolutely no third way out.

Because once this huge machine becomes cowardly, countless parts that are constantly operating under his command will all be out of control.

After all, no one would be willing to defend the frontier and use their race as city walls and buffer zones to suppress space cracks.

No one wants to fight to the death on the border, but other ethnic groups hide in it and live and work in peace.

Those very docile and obedient ethnic groups are actually just because they are afraid of the power of the empire and dare not resist.

Once the empire shows weakness, they are likely to express dissatisfaction and demand that their own race move within the dynasty and enjoy a safe environment.

Then there is ethnic protest, then there is forceful struggle, which may even develop directly into rebellion.

The larger the machine, the more numerous the parts, the more likely it is to have problems.

And once a chain reaction occurs, the huge machine will quickly fall apart.
Chapter completed!