Chapter 13387: Unwilling to be a Rat in the Ditch

Chapter 13387: Unwilling to be a Rat in the Ditch
There was a hint of despair and helplessness in the middle-aged man's voice, as if he was telling Hun Yu a cruel reality.

"If you stay, at least you can survive." There was a hint of helplessness and compromise in the middle-aged man's words. He knew the cruelty of war and understood that survival had become a luxury in this land ravaged by war.

However, Hun Yu was like a ignited powder keg, and suddenly became excited:
"Stay? Stay here? Live a life like a poor creature, neither human nor ghost? Dad, when can you stand up like a man? You didn't agree when I went to help the people in the Demon Suppression House. If you agreed, we could have taken down the other branch of the Soul Clan, unified the Soul Clan, and ended this endless war!"

There was a strong emotional fluctuation in her voice, and every word seemed to burst out from the bottom of her heart. Her eyes flashed with determination and unyielding, as if at this moment, she had forgotten the fear and danger, and only remembered her mission and responsibility.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and a complex emotion surged in his heart as he looked at Hun Yu's excited look. 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 be selfish and only consider his own feelings, and he cannot let Hunyu take risks.

However, Soul Rain did not stop, she continued:

"Now, you've retreated again, just like a maggot in a cesspool, only knowing how to hide and escape. Is it interesting to live like this? Dad, we Soul Clan are brave fighters, warriors who never give up! We can't just succumb to fate and be enslaved by the Holy Temple!"

Her voice became louder and louder, and her emotions became more and more excited.

Tears glistened in her eyes, but they were not of 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 Hun Yu's feelings and her persistence. He said slowly:
"You have a point, but even so, I can't let you do whatever you want. If I were a human, I could be as reckless as you are, but I am the patriarch of this lineage, and I have to protect them. I can't let anyone get hurt because of me, and I can't let the entire Soul Clan fall into a greater crisis because of me."

His voice was firm and resolute, as if telling Hunyu that his choice was not out of selfishness or cowardice, but out of responsibility and commitment. He understood that as a clan leader, he had to consider the future of the entire Hun clan, not just his own emotions and interests.

"Living like this for generations? Do you think they are willing? Have you asked for their opinions?" Hun Yu's voice was full of doubt and anger. Her eyes were fixed on her father, as if to penetrate his heart and reach the deepest part of his soul.

Her tone revealed her disappointment and dissatisfaction with her father's long-term decisions, and her deep concern for the fate of her people.

She continued:

"If they are willing to stay here and live, I have no objection, but if they want to give it a try, what reason do you have to stop them? We can't be trapped in this darkness forever. We can't live like rats in the gutter, living in darkness. We also have the right to pursue light, freedom, and the dignity and glory that belong to us!"

Hunyu's voice became louder and louder, and a determined light flashed in her eyes, as if at this moment, she was no longer the weak girl, but a real warrior, a warrior who fought for the future of her people.

She took a deep breath, calmed herself down a little, and then continued:

"Dad, our family has been trapped here for many years like rats in a ditch. We have endured endless pain and torture, and endured the oppression and massacre of the Holy Church.

Now, there is a chance for us to see the light again, even if many people will be sacrificed. But as long as our children and grandchildren can live in the light, 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 heroism in her voice, as if she was telling her father that she was ready and willing to give everything for the future of her people.

There was a 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 Hun Yu closely, trying to find the answer from her eyes, looking for the hesitation or retreat that might make him feel at ease. However, he was disappointed.

He continued:
“Did you know that the Holy Hall has contact with a total of seventy-eight forces? Among these seventy-eight forces, eighteen of them have strength comparable to that of the Demon Suppression Palace, or even stronger.

They have strong soldiers and horses, excellent equipment, and countless strong men are stationed there. In addition, the strong men of the Holy Hall are in charge of the command and planning. Compared with them, the Demon Suppression Mansion is like an ant trying to shake a tree, and there is no chance of winning at all."

The middle-aged man's tone was full of helplessness and despair towards reality. He seemed to have seen the impending disaster, and the scene of Hunyu and those tribesmen who were willing to follow him heading towards destruction.

"You are not pursuing light, you are seeking death!" He almost roared as he said this, his eyes full of pain and struggle, as if he was trying to convince Hun Yu, or as if he was trying to convince himself.

However, Hun Yu did not back down. She gritted her teeth tightly, with a determined light flashing in her eyes.

She looked at the middle-aged man and at the tribesmen who were willing to follow her. Her voice was firm and powerful: "That's better than living a cowardly life! We can't go on like this. We can't hide in the dark like mice and live a life without sunlight. We must fight for our future, for our dignity, and for our glory!"

Her voice was full of passion and determination, as if at this moment, she was no longer the weak girl, but a true warrior, a leader fighting for the future of her people.

She continued:
"Listen, those who are willing to follow me. You may die. I will not hide this fact from you. But I promise that if we win this battle, we won't have to live such a miserable life. We can live openly and practice openly, and we can choose the place we like to practice. We can get rid of the oppression and massacre of the Holy Temple and become truly free people!"