Colonial Suit

"We... are we also sacrifices?" Mirko repeated, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

But Ganzer remained calm, saying easily, "Isn't it easy to guess? Since this place has been exposed, then for the sake of the headquarters, and even the safety of the passage, the simplest and most reasonable way is to abandon it."

"But if that's the case, why did you have us move in!" Mirko asked loudly, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Without the support of the headquarters, how could we resist the attacks of other civilizations?"

"A sacrifice must have the awareness of being a sacrifice," Ganzer replied coldly, then added seriously, "Since I promised the headquarters, I must fulfill the duties of a cosmic mercenary. You haven't been following me for just a day, do you remember our declaration?"

"I remember..." Mirko lowered his head in pain. "Duty is greater than life."

"That's right." Ganzer waved his hand, his eyes flashing with determination. "Duty is greater than life!"

"As cosmic warriors, cosmic mercenaries, we have enjoyed all the offerings and privileges that humanity can provide. When you walk outside, everyone salutes you, gives you the best treatment, the best supplies, the best women. Do you think these are all your due?"

"Indeed, we possess power that ordinary people cannot imagine. In many lower worlds, they are more willing to call us gods. But have you ever wondered why they do this? Just because they fear your strength? Or are they basely trying to worship you?"

"They're all wrong!!"

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

"But, sir..." Mirko struggled to argue, but Ganzer glared him back.

"What do you want to say?"

"I..." Mirko hesitated, but finally gritted his teeth and asked, "I want to say, since anyone can be sacrificed, why is it us this time?"

"There are more cosmic mercenaries outside, and they are not without strong individuals. They live here and should sacrifice for this plane. Why does it have to be us? Why!?"

Mirko asked angrily, "I don't understand, I can't figure it out!"

"If we're talking about enjoyment, they've always been here, in the Third World, the closest place to headquarters. They enjoy more than we do! They should be sacrificed, not us! Why should we be the sacrifices, just because we are stronger?"

"Or is it because headquarters has prejudice against us?"

"Sir!" Mirko knelt on one knee, his eyes red. "I have followed you since I was a child, from vassal to apprentice, from meteor to comet. I have always regarded you as my father, as my teacher. But I can't understand why you are still so calm at this time. What does the future of all mankind have to do with us? Even if all humans die, you are still a great planetary level! Your strength will not be weakened by half."

"This is a trap. We should abandon this place immediately and return to our former territory. Only there are we free! Noble!"

"And despicable," Ganzer suddenly interrupted Mirko, turned around, and walked to the young man.

His rough palm gently pressed on the young man's shoulder, stroking his vibrant hair.

"My child."

He said this, his voice slow but full of strength. "You need to know that your current thoughts are called selfishness."

"Everyone has selfishness. It is the inherent weakness of humans and even all intelligent life. But have you ever wondered why, despite having such a terrible weakness, there are still so many sacrifices, so many evolutionaries in the entire universe, in countless civilizations?"

"It's all because..." Ganzer didn't want Mirko to answer and stopped him with a wave of his hand. "Outside of selfishness, we need a premise."

"That is, it won't affect the interests of our main body."

"This is a concept from the perspective of a selfish person. If I put it my way, it is that it cannot affect the interests of the whole. At our stage, our power is no longer personal power, and our interests are no longer personal interests. We are firmly tied to this civilization, this race."

"Your idea is good. But have you ever thought about how long your life is still? When you cross the meteor level and reach the planetary level, you still have thousands, tens of thousands of years of life. What will you think then? When you find that you only have the achievement of evolution, but you have lost the familiar world, the familiar friends, and the living environment, what will you think then?"

"Your relatives are all dead, or become slaves. Even if you get more respect, what's the point?"

"You're just a clown."

"A captive, humble life. Outside your complacent fence, there is a group of nobles watching you and laughing. They are mocking you, but you are unknowingly showing off your feathers."

"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 leaves for himself."

"Who would respect a creature who doesn't care about his own country, his own people? Who would care about him?"

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

"What is lost, we can find back. But if what you lose is the dignity of the race, the future of the race, then the only thing you can find back is sin."

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

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became oppressive, just like Ganzer's aura. Mirko sensitively noticed this change and couldn't help but tremble.

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

Even if he had been with Ganzer since he was a child, it was the same.

This is not power, but a consistent will, a requirement and expectation of a strong man for his descendants and the future.

What value is there in a creature who betrays his own country and his own race?

I'm afraid even a pile of garbage, a pile of feces, a pile of rotten meat is more valuable than it.

In an instant, Mirko deeply understood Ganzer's words.

He slowly straightened his chest and said solemnly.

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

"If sacrifice is inevitable, then no one will miss it. In that case, there is no difference between sacrificing sooner and sacrificing later. We are inevitable."

"Because we have power."

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

"Men should die in front of women and children. Because this is the dignity of men."