"To completely strip away a life, along with all the meanings this life carries, strip away a race's right to exist, and completely annihilate their civilization, for a great and correct goal, maybe... this is indeed mercy."

Tyrion raised his head, his ice blue eyes were clear. He stretched out his left hand, and the heavy Ashbringer jumped into his hand. He stood up, stretched out his right hand to flick the non-existent dust on the swordsman's robe, and he shouted

explain:

"But that's not what I want! So, I don't allow it!"

"Mortal civilization is indeed imperfect. They have flaws of one kind or another. Even I, the person who protects them, occasionally feels that their existence is simply meaningless. But it is precisely because of this imperfection that it gives them precious free will.

Let them break free from the pale, meaningless "perfect blueprint" set by your Titans!"

"Which civilization can be tenacious and unyielding in the face of the Dark Titan and do everything possible to drive the invaders from the stars away from their homeland?"

"Which civilization, when faced with the so-called "inevitable outcome", would win a heavy-lost victory even if it personally destroyed the treasures that held everything together?"

"Which civilization can continue to live with difficulty in a world that is already terminally ill, and still try its best to save its hometown that has no hope? How many civilizations that have done so have succeeded?"

The great lord took a step forward and pointed at Algalon in front of him with his left hand. His tone became extremely cold at this moment:

"Let me tell you, this civilization that you call "imperfect", this civilization that you abandoned, this civilization that you dismissed with disdain, defeated the Dark Titan and the Dark Titan that you think are unmatched.

He commanded the Burning Legion across the stars! Twice!"

"This stupid, weak, incompetent, pathetic civilization... did what even you can't do. They killed two adult ancient gods with their own hands!"

"Not even death could knock them down..."

"Shua"

The long sword in the great lord's hand lay across his chest. He stroked the cold blade and said softly:

"They are indeed a bunch of weak wretches..."

"But they are my wretches...you and your Titans want to annihilate them?"

"Can!"

Tyrion pointed his sword blade at Algalon in front of him:

"First defeat me, and then the world will be yours to do whatever you want!"
Chapter completed!