There was a hint of despair and helplessness in the middle-aged man's voice, as if he was telling Hunyu a cruel reality.
"Stay, at least you can live." There was a hint of helplessness and compromise in the middle-aged man's words. He knew the cruelty of war, and he also understood that in this land ravaged by war, survival has become a luxury.
However, Hun Yu suddenly became excited like a ignited powder keg:
"Stay? Stay here? Like a wretch, living a life of neither humans nor ghosts? Dad, when will you stand up like a man? When I went to help the people in the Demon Suppression Mansion, you just
If you disagree, if you agree, then we can take down another line of soul clan, unify the soul clan, and end this endless war!"
Her voice contained strong emotional fluctuations, and every word seemed to burst out from the depths of her heart. Her eyes flashed with determination and unyielding, as if at this moment, she had forgotten fear and danger and only remembered
own mission and responsibilities.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. Looking at Hun Yu's excited look, a complex emotion surged in his heart. He knew that although Hun Yu's words were excessive, every word hit his sore spot.
As a clan leader and a father, he does have too many concerns and responsibilities. He cannot selfishly only consider his own feelings, let alone let Hun Yu take risks.
However, the soul rain did not stop, she continued:
"Now, you are retreating again, just like the maggots in the cesspit, you only know how to avoid and escape. Is it interesting to live like this? Dad, our soul tribe is a brave warrior, a warrior who never gives up! We can't just do this.
Surrender to fate and cannot be enslaved by the church like this!"
Her voice became louder and louder, and her emotions became more and more excited.
There were tears in her eyes, but they were not fear and despair, but anger and unwillingness. She looked at her father, as if waiting for an answer, an answer that could rekindle her hope.
The middle-aged man took a deep breath. He understood how Hun Yu felt and understood her persistence. He said slowly:
"What you said makes sense, but even so, I can't let you act nonsense. If I were a person, I could be as desperate as you, but I am the leader of this lineage, and I have to protect them. I can't let you
If anyone is harmed because of me, let alone let the entire soul clan fall into a greater crisis because of me."
There was firmness and determination in his voice, as if he was telling Hun Yu that his choice was not out of selfishness and cowardice, but out of responsibility and responsibility. He understood that as a clan leader, he must work for the future of the entire Hun Yu clan.
Consider, not just personal emotions and interests.
"Live like this for generations? Do you think they are willing? Have you asked them for their opinions?" Hun Yu's voice was full of doubt and anger. Her eyes were fixed on her father, as if she wanted to penetrate his heart.
Inwardly, directly to the deepest soul.
Her tone revealed disappointment and dissatisfaction with her father's long-term decisions, as well as deep concern for the fate of her people.
She continued:
"If they are willing to stay here and survive, I have no problem with it, but if they want to fight, what reason do you have to stop them? We can't be trapped in this darkness forever, and we can't be like rats in the ditch forever.
Living a life of darkness. We also have the right to pursue light, to pursue freedom, to pursue our dignity and glory!"
Hun Yu's voice became louder and louder, and her eyes shone with determination. It was as if at this moment, she was no longer the weak girl, but had become a real warrior, fighting for the future of her people.
warrior.
She took a deep breath to calm down a little, and then continued:
"Dad, our lineage has been trapped here like rats in the ditch for many years. We have endured endless pain and torture, as well as the oppression and massacre of the Holy Church.
Now, there is an opportunity for us to see the light again, even if many people will be sacrificed, but as long as our descendants can live under the light, then why not?
We cannot always give up hope for the future for the sake of immediate comfort, and we cannot always ignore the future of the entire ethnic group for the sake of personal survival."
There was a hint of determination and tragedy in her voice, as if she was telling her father that she was ready and willing to sacrifice everything for the future of her people.
There was a kind of fearlessness and determination in her eyes, as if she was proving to her father that she was not a weakling who only talked about ideals, but a warrior with practical actions and determination.
"Are you serious?" the middle-aged man asked in a deep voice, with a hint of disbelief and worry in his voice. He stared at Hunyu closely, trying to find the answer in her eyes, looking for the glimmer of hope that might make him feel at ease.
He hesitated or flinched. However, he was disappointed.
He continued:
"Did you know that there are seventy-eight forces connected with the Holy Church, and eighteen of these seventy-eight forces have a strength comparable to that of the Demon Suppressing Mansion, or even stronger.
They have strong soldiers and horses, well-equipped equipment, and countless powerful people are stationed among them. In addition, the strong men of the Holy Temple are commanding and strategizing. Compared with them, the Demon-Suppressing Mansion is like a worm shaking a tree, with no chance of winning."
The middle-aged man's tone was full of helplessness and despair about reality. He seemed to have seen the coming disaster, and saw the scene of Soul Rain and those tribesmen who were willing to follow him heading towards destruction.
"You are not pursuing the light, you are committing suicide!" He said this almost in a roar. His eyes were full of pain and struggle, as if he was trying to convince Hunyu, and he seemed to be trying to convince himself.
However, Hunyu did not flinch. She gritted her teeth tightly, with a determined light shining in her eyes.
She looked at the middle-aged man and the tribesmen who were willing to follow her. Her voice was firm and powerful: "That's better than being a coward for a lifetime! We can't go on like this anymore. We can't hide in the dark like mice anymore.
We are living a life of darkness. We must fight for our future, our dignity, and our glory!"
Her voice was full of passion and determination, as if at this moment, she was no longer the weak girl, but had become a true warrior, a leader fighting for the future of her people.
She continued:
"Those who are willing to follow me, listen, you may die, I make no secret of this. But, I promise, if we win this battle, we won't have to live in such a useless state. We can live openly and openly.
To practice, you can choose your favorite place to practice. We can get rid of the oppression and massacre of the Holy Church and become truly free people!"