Three days later, in the huge cave, Qin Yang and the Lander sat opposite each other, staring at each other, but their expressions were different.

Qin Yang had a warm and expectant look, and his eyes were strong, while the Lander had a gray face, a desperate vision, and a look of no fighting spirit.

Qin Yang stared at the Lander man opposite like a sharp sword: "Grim, what are you afraid of?"

Grim O.

The name of this Lander survivor.

Grim looked at Qin Yang in front of him with a sad and desperate look: "All efforts are useless. We have tried our best and used all our energy to create the advanced Mu Continental civilization, but they still cannot resist the Nossa people. Everything has gone into nothing. What makes me feel even more desperate is that in the face of difficulties, we actually have our own brothers and sisters betrayed us..."

Qin Yang's eyes suddenly widened two points. This was the first time he heard about this. It seemed that betrayal is not just a habitual act of human beings. Any race cannot escape the interests and life in the face of interests.

"Betrayed you? Are you talking about your home planet or on Earth?"

Grim replied sadly: "It's here that we have worked so hard that we crossed the galaxy and finally found this place and found a second home suitable for our survival. However, the demons accompanied us like shadows and refused to let us go. We used all our knowledge and resources to create a powerful Mu Continental civilization in a short period of time. However, before we could fight back, traitors appeared inside us."

"Yuna, who was lured by the demons, betrayed our core things, and then caused the entire M continent to be destroyed. Almost all of our tribesmen died and everything was gone. Now it is estimated that I am the only one who survives. I am not a scholar, but a warrior. I don't know the high-tech, I only know how to fight. I don't have the extraordinary wisdom of my cousin, and I'm not even as good as him in combat. I can't do anything to face the Nossa people..."

Qin Yang only learned about the origin of Grim's despair, the betrayal of his tribe members, blood and death. As a warrior, he did not have enough ability to change all this, and even felt his insignificance and powerlessness, so he felt deeply desperate.

Gathering all the excellent tribesmen, all resources, all wisdom, and all combat power, but still failing. What can he do alone when facing an invincible opponent?

Qin Yang was silent for a few seconds and asked softly: "Are you willing?"

"I'm not willing to give up, but so what? Your results are the same, no matter what you do, the ending will be the same."

Qin Yang shook his head: "No! Different!"

Grime showed a sarcastic look in his eyes: "Do you think you can defeat the Nossa people with your strength?"

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Do you know what I have to think after I see you?"

Grim said calmly: "It's just to find out some news about the Nossa people from me. Maybe you are still counting on getting some high-tech weapons from me, but I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I'm just a warrior, I can't do anything except fight."

Facing Grim with a completely desperate mentality, Qin Yang did not give up and continued to persuade: "You said you are a warrior, but I have not seen any quality of a warrior from you. Shouldn't a warrior be more life than battle?"

Qin Yang's voice suddenly became sharp, like a sharp bayonet piercing directly into the heart of a person: "You are more like a deserter, a soldier who escaped from the battlefield. When facing the enemy, you dare not take up your weapons. Are you afraid of death? Did the blood and sacrifice of your tribe scare you?"

"No!"

Grim suddenly let out a shrill roar, even his eyes were covered in blood. He stared at Qin Yang viciously and roared: "I'm not a deserter! I'm not a coward! But is there any meaning in such a battle?"

"Why doesn't it make sense?"

Qin Yang's voice was also sharp: "You have been here for thousands of years, but where are your tribe members?"

"My tribe?"

Grime's eyes were filled with a moment of loss of consciousness: "They were all dead, all dead!"

Qin Yang shook his head: "I am not talking about the tribesmen you came to the earth, but about the tribes you far away in your hometown? Are they all dead?"

Grim shook his head blankly: "I don't know that when we left, they were already in desperate situation. Tens of thousands of years have passed. The Nossa people have come here to chase us, which means they have won. I... maybe they are the last living person in our race."

"That's just your guess!"

In order to arouse his fighting spirit, Qin Yang began to fool the situation: "Have you ever seen them all die with your own eyes?"

Grim shook his head: "Of course not."

Qin Yang slapped his hands: "Isn't that all? Since you haven't seen it, why are your tribe members so sure that they are all dead? The entire Mu Continent is destroyed, and everyone should be damned. Wouldn't you be alive in ten thousand years? You can live, why can't your tribe members live?"

Grim was stunned, his expression a little stunned, as if he hadn't come back to his senses.

Maybe his desperate heart never thought about it like this?

Qin Yang saw Grim's expression and suddenly felt that there was a chance and continued to lobby: "You should have shouldered the heavy responsibility when you escaped. What is your responsibility? Your tribe members who are struggling in their homes may have been struggling to resist the Nossa people, waiting for your news. You may have been their only hope..."

Grim's body began to tremble slightly, his eyes were red, and he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth tightly.

Qin Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and was still saved, and he still had a sense of responsibility in his heart, so he did not give up completely.

He decided to sprinkle another handful of salt.

"For ten thousand years, you gave up on the fight because of despair and fear. Maybe your tribe members are still waiting, maybe they can no longer wait..."

Qin Yang suddenly raised his voice: "You are a soldier, you are not afraid of death. What are you afraid of? Why are you afraid of fighting again? Do you want to die with regret and unwillingness to be mediocre because of a possible news one day? Why can't you fight bravely and die on the road of charge like a soldier?"

"The hope of victory is slim, but if you don't fight, victory is always an imagination, but you use your life to work hard and fight..."

Qin Yang's eyes were bright and he stared at Grim's eyes. Although the sound was small, it was like thunder in Grim's ears.
Chapter completed!