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"When our lives are at stake, they'd just casually ignore it. They would not interfere unless it affected them. To them, the number of deaths is not significant enough for them to bother with."
Chad said that with rage in his eyes. When it came to those who called themselves strong, Chad had a lot of negative opinions about them. Every time those stronger warriors needed them, they would appear and act like they were superior.
When the regular warriors needed the stronger warriors, they would act like superiors and not care about the death of regular warriors at all. The two of them whispered to each other for a long time, and Quinton stood there, frowning.
He reached out and grabbed Chad's arm, whispering, "Can you please be quieter? Stop saying whatever comes to your mind. Don't forget, there are eyes and ears everywhere. If what you said gets out, those people will end up targeting you. Do you think you'll be able to escape the consequences?"
Chad sneered, not caring at all, "Let them if they want. Do you think I'm scared of them? When we need them, they're never around. When we don't need them, they appear in front of us to show off. It's disgusting."
Quinton frowned as he clutched Chad's arm tightly, "Stop with your nonsense! Keep these words to yourself in the future! Don't say it out loud!"
As they were arguing, the battlefield had become incredibly tense. When Robert landed, Chulanne and the others rushed over to Robert. All of them looked at Robert like he was the light at the end of the tunnel.
Chulanne was finally able to relax. He exclaimed his eyes appearing reddened, "Robert, you're finally here! If it were any later, I don't even know if I'd be able to see you again. Those despicable guys are trying to push us down, torturing us to no end. They are so cruel! They don't treat us as human beings at all!"
Chulanne became increasingly emotional as he spoke. His voice was turning hoarse. He had three fellow disciples who had just left the squad for two hours, but when they saw them again, they were already corpses, mutilated beyond belief.
Even though they were dead, their eyes were still wide open. The fear in their eyes was evident. It was not the first time warriors from second-grade worlds did something like that. On their way, they saw countless corpses in similar horrible states.
Those warriors from second-grade worlds treated them like livestock to be killed at any moment. All of the anger that had been accumulating exploded, starting this massive battle.
Robert raised an eyebrow as he coldly looked at Chulanne, "Don't they do this often? Do you not know about it? Since you know, then you shouldn't be splitting up. Warriors from third-grade worlds should just gather together, then they would not have any chance to do anything.
"What's the point of fighting this battle? What can you prove? I always thought that you were meticulous when you did things, and I thought you would never do anything impulsive. It looks like
eli
was wrong, you're also one of those
people who let your emotions get to your head."
Chulanne was stunned at those words. His eyes widened, and his lips trembled. He wanted to explain, but he was stopped by Harold.