"I just want to protect my people! What did I do wrong!"

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

"But my mother is! The blood of their clan flows 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 were arguing loudly, with no one willing to take a step back.

For the first time, Baa Dada roared loudly at her father when he was completely angry.

While pacing in place and pointing at his father, Baa Dada looked livid.

"I don't know how powerful the empire you are talking about is, let alone how terrifying your so-called legion is. I only know that these are my people! But they are not! They are just a group of damn outsiders! And we are nothing to them.

Same! Just because you are afraid, you choose to hand over the lives of your tribe to a group of outsiders? What if they kill people randomly? What if they treat us unfairly? You even put down your weapons! You can still do it then

What can we do to resist? That’s life!”

Pointing to the dilapidated but still neat buildings outside the city, Baa Dada screamed at the top of his lungs.

"I know you have always looked down on me! You think that I am addicted to material things and their praise, and even worked hard to build this huge temple in the face of scarcity of materials. But I am God, I am their leader, I am

Their leader! Gods cannot be equal to humans! I must set an example for them! I need this majestic temple! I need their awe! Because in this way I can gain strength!"

Patting his chest hard, Baa Dada's eyes widened.

"They are my people! So they have the obligation to build a temple for me! They 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 for this! I

We will never leave everyone’s lives to a group of outsiders we have never seen before. The outcome of the City of Hope will be decided by the people of the City of Hope! It is up to us whether we go or stay! Even in the end, everyone

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

Looking at her obsessive son, the corners of her eyes trembled uncontrollably, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

"You have to take everyone with you to die?"

After hearing this, Baa Dada answered immediately without any hesitation.

"If I have to let my tribesmen who have gone through so much hardship to survive kneel down to other races to seek a way to survive, I would rather lead my tribe to death!"

"They didn't ask you to kneel!"

"Then they should give us equal respect! Let their king personally negotiate with us! Instead of letting a damn businessman! and a bunch of damn women decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people!"

Snap!

The roar that resounded throughout the hall suddenly stopped, and the unbearable Bilda raised her hand and slapped her son.

This made Yadada's eyes widen after being hit, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Before he could speak, Erda had already spoken in a deep voice with a trembling voice.

"If the royal family of the empire really comes, then we have no chance to join, because the royal family will never participate in recruiting foreigners. They will only go to the front line because of one thing, and that is war.

Go all out, fight to the death, fight to the death, and fight until one side is completely destroyed."

Looking at her son who fell into silence, Bilda's voice was low.

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

Meadada, who was covering his face, looked up at his father after hearing this, put down his arms, and shook his head gently. M.

"No, everyone can bow down, except the leader. If they want me to bow down, they must kill me and prove that they are stronger than me and more suitable to be the leader."

He backed away and quickly came to the door. Me Dada turned around and left, but at the last moment of leaving, he made a low sound.

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

You can lead your tribe to surrender, but at least until I die, no one can make my tribe feel wronged and want to negotiate? Then let them send someone who is truly qualified to negotiate on behalf of the empire!"

Bang!

The huge iron door was closed. Meerda looked at the closed iron door in the distance and stood silently on the altar.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh.

"There are only hundreds of thousands of people, who do you expect to come..."

The negotiations between father and son ultimately ended in failure.

And after Yadada left, the troops who followed his orders quickly gathered, making war preparations while sealing all the entrances and exits of the temple.

If we put it in the past, the completely different father and son, Bailda's kindness and Bailda's bravery, would actually be on par with each other in the eyes of the citizens.

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

However, as Meerda obtained a large amount of supplies from nowhere, his reputation suddenly rose rapidly. At least during this period of time, it was no longer something that Meerda, the old black sheep god, could compete with.

He looked at the soldiers guarding the door. Although they did not dare to openly block his entry and exit, they were secretly observing the soldiers here, watching his every move and preparing to report at any time.

Bilda 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 was unwilling to lead his tribe to be taken out of this world as a rescued person in despair.

He wanted to fight, he wanted to gain respect from his tribe, and he wanted to rely on force to let the strangers outside know that the people here were not desperate refugees, but a group of real warriors.

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

If you want to gain the respect of the other party, you can only rely on your own hard work. Dignity is never given by others, but earned by fighting for it.

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

But Melda is not a native, nor is he a stupid son who has never been to the empire, never seen nuclear weapons, or seen a real master.

That was an empire! It was sandwiched between thousands of time and space cracks, but it fought back all the invaders and even wiped out many ethnic groups of monsters.

How could a war machine that was also made of flesh and blood allow a single part to show off its power with it?

The empire can have as many parts as they want, and can replace as many as they want. The difference is just the quality of the materials.

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

The empire will never back down from this kind of thing. As long as you dare to resist, he will dare to beat you.

If you dare to continue to persist in your obsession, he will definitely destroy your entire tribe.

Retreat? Don't invade the river? Non-aggression pact?

It doesn't exist. The empire that houses countless races will never allow its own dignity to be trampled on even a little bit. Once this happens, he will definitely get it back hundreds or thousands of times.

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

Because once this huge machine acts cowardly, the countless parts that are constantly running under his command will all go out of control.

After all, no one is willing to guard the border, using their own race as a city wall and buffer zone to suppress space rifts.

No one wants to work hard on the border while other ethnic groups hide and live and work in peace.

Those ethnic groups who are very docile and obedient are actually afraid of the empire's power and do not dare to resist.

Once the empire shows weakness, they are likely to express dissatisfaction and ask their own race to relocate internally and enjoy a safer environment.

Then there will be ethnic protests, and then there will be armed struggle, which may even directly develop into... rebellion.

The larger the machine and the more parts it has, the more likely it is that problems will arise.

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