"We... are victims too?" Milko murmured, with an unbelievable look flashing in his eyes.

But Gangze still looked calm and said easily. "It's easy to guess, right? Since this place has been exposed, for the sake of the headquarters and the safety of the passage, the easiest and most reasonable way is to give up here."

"But since that's the case, why do you need us to enter again!" Milko asked loudly, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"How can we resist the attacks of other civilizations without the support of the headquarters?"

"The victim must be aware of the victim." Gangze replied coldly, and finally said seriously. "Since I promised the headquarters, I will exercise the duties of a cosmic mercenary. Didn't you follow me the first day? Do you still remember our declaration?"

"Remember..." Milko lowered his head in pain. "Responsibility is greater than life."

"That's it." Gangze waved his hand, and a firm look flashed in his eyes. "Responsibility is greater than life!"

"As cosmic warriors and cosmic mercenaries, we have enjoyed the offerings and privileges that humans can provide. When you walk outside, everyone will pay tribute to you and give you the best treatment, the best supplies, and the best women. Do you think these are all what you deserve?"

"Yes, we do have powers that ordinary people can't imagine. In more low-level worlds, they prefer to call us gods. But have you ever wondered why they did this? Just because they fear your strength? Or do they want to worship you in a humble way?"

"All were wrong!!"

"The reason why we can stand here and enjoy the support of millions of human countries with peace of mind is not because of the noble souls and noble identities you and I have. It is because we carry their hope! That is the hope of all humble lives in the entire universe!"

"But sir..." Milko struggled to argue, but was stared back by Gangze.

"What do you want to say?"

"I..." Milko hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth and asked. "I want to say. Since anyone can sacrifice, why, we are the victims this time."

"Outside, there are more cosmic mercenaries, and they have many strong men. They live here and deserve to sacrifice for this plane. Why do we have to do it? Why!?"

Mirco asked angrily. "I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out!"

"If enjoying, they have been here, in the Third World. The place closest to the headquarters, they enjoy more than we do! They should sacrifice, and we are not! Why should we be victims because we are stronger?"

"Or because the headquarters has stereotypes against us?"

"Sir!" Milko knelt on one knee, his eyes red. "I have been following you since I was a child, from a vassal to an intern, from a meteor to a comet. I have always regarded you as my father and as my teacher. But I can't understand why you are so calm at such a time. What does the future of the entire human race have to do with us? Even if all humans die, you are still a great planet! Your power will not be weakened at all."

"This is a trap. We should give up here immediately and return to our former territory. Only there are we free! Sublime!"

"It's also despicable." Gangze suddenly interrupted Milko's words, turned around, and walked to the young man.

His rough palm pressed little by little on the young man's shoulders, brushing his energetic hair.

"My child."

He said this, his voice slow, yet full of power. "You must know, what you think now is called selfish."

"Everyone has selfishness, it is the bad nature of human beings and even all intelligent life. But have you ever wondered why there are so many victims and so many evolvers in the entire universe and countless civilizations?"

"It's all because..." Gangze didn't expect Milko to answer and reached out to stop him. "In addition to selfishness, we need a premise."

"That is, it will not affect our own interests."

"This is a concept from the perspective of selfish people. If I say it, it cannot affect the overall interests. At this stage, our strength is no longer the personal strength, and our interests are no longer the personal interests. We are firmly tied to this civilization and this race."

"Your idea is very good. But have you ever thought that your life span is still very long. After you pass the meteorite level and reach the planetary level, you still have thousands of years and tens of thousands of years of life. What will you think at that time? What will you think after you discover that you have achieved evolution but have lost the familiar world, lost your familiar friends and living environment?"

"Your loved ones have all died or become slaves. What's the point if you get the more respect?"

"You're just a clown."

"A person who is kept in captivity is life. Outside your complacent fence are a group of nobles watching you laugh, they are laughing at you, and you are showing off your feathers without knowing it."

"Remember! No one cares about the dignity of a traitor, no matter how glamorous the excuse he uses. The so-called freedom and democracy are just fig leafs on his face."

"Who will respect a creature that even its own country and its own nation will not care about? Who will care about him?"

Gangze's fingers increased their strength, just like his heart.

"We can retrieve what you lose. But if what you lose is the dignity of race and the future of race. Then the only thing that can be retrieved is sin."

"No one will forgive you. Including your ancestors."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became suppressed, just like Gangze's breath. Milkor noticed the change sensitively and couldn't help but feel a little trembling.

Of course he knew that at this time, Gangze was truly teaching him. At the same time, it was also a warning to him. If he could no longer understand Gangze's will, then the only thing that could be given to him was death.

Even if he has been with Gangze since he was a child, the same is true.

This is not a powerful power, but a willingness from beginning to end, a will, and a strong man, his requirements and expectations for future generations and future.

What is the value of a creature that even its own country and its own race?

I'm afraid. It's just a pile of garbage, a pile of feces, and a pile of carrion, which are more valuable than it.

In an instant, Mirco deeply understood Gonze's words.

He slowly raised his chest and said solemnly.

"I understand, Lord Sect Master. Your will, no, is the will of the race, is my mission."

"If sacrifice is inevitable, then everyone will not miss it. In this case, there is no difference between sacrifice earlier and sacrifice later. We are inevitable."

“Because we have the strength.”

"That's right." Gangze pressed Milko's shoulder heavily. "Because we have strength, we have an obligation to sacrifice earlier than ordinary people. This is our responsibility."

"Men should die before women and children. Because this is the dignity of men." (To be continued...)

ps: The second update, originally Xiaodao wanted to write more plots in this section, but for some reason, he wrote a deviant way and wrote some feelings. In the current world, people are too impetuous, those who go abroad and those who sell their country. They have forgotten how much blood and bones their ancestors used to exchange for this country. On the land where they/they were born, there are many roars from their ancestors. They lose themselves just because they are tempted by a little foreign culture, and they call for democracy and freedom every day after being fooled. But they don’t know that when you arrive in the so-called free country, you should be stepped on. Oh, by the way, is it not called stepping on by the police in a democratic country? Democracy, everything is good, even if you are stepped on by democracy, you should feel honored, right?

Without further ado, go and see the rabbit. You will know how many people have sacrificed their lives behind your life.
Chapter completed!