The Wolf King keenly detected Meng Chao's hesitation.
He laughed, half smug, half helpless.
"Looks like you've realized it too. We have no other choice."
With a sweeping gesture, the Wolf King slashed a scarlet streak of blood through the air. His voice shifted from deep and resonant to shrill and piercing, brimming with the momentum of charging forward without hesitation. "Right now, we are like the vanguard charging at the very front of an unprecedented, never-to-be-repeated decisive battle.
"Whether what lies ahead is thunderous artillery fire, bottomless trenches bristling with spikes, a forest of enemy bayonets, frost, flames, and lightning chanted forth by magicians, or walls of bronze and iron that seem impregnable, we have no choice but to close our eyes and charge forward!
"If we charge forward, there is still a one-in-ten-thousand chance that we will survive and seize the final victory.
"But if we hesitate or even flee in panic, not only will death be certain, we will be nailed forever to history's pillar of shame, slandered and mocked by the victors for all eternity!
"Harvester, I know exactly what you are worried about.
"I also know that some kind of force has invaded my brain and is interfering with my thoughts.
"Believe me. Though I may look somewhat insane on the outside, my mind has never been clearer than it is at this moment.
"I even know that the force invading my brain and interfering with my thoughts may not come from my great, brave, glorious ancestors. As you said, and as the Nine Ring Magician said three thousand years ago, it may be some mysterious force with sinister intentions, perhaps even the 'Terror Demon King.'
"But so what?
"Whether it is an ancestral spirit or the Terror Demon King does not matter. What matters