The Way to Survive

Semiramis and Martha felt somewhat unable to fit into the group. They could not quite understand what the two of them were saying, so they could only look toward Chen Gong, who had fallen silent and lost even his smile.

Seeing that no one present was speaking, Martha, eager to uncover the truth, could only ask Chen Gong, "Mr. Chen Gong, what exactly do Mr. Zhuge Liang and Miss Sima Yi mean?"

Chen Gong glanced at Martha, fair and pure-looking like a noble lady, then sighed. "The answer... Do Demonic Crusaders really have to eat meals? Or do they have to eat vegetables? What exactly counts as food to them?"

Martha frowned slightly. "Mr. Chen Gong, I do not want to solve riddles right now. Could you please just tell me directly?"

With his arms folded, Chen Gong said, "We just came out of Rome. What do you think the people living in Rome are?"

Martha's brow furrowed deeply. "What else could they be? Aren't they people?"

Chen Gong countered, "What kind of people? Aren't they military rations? On this land, what is not food to the Demonic Crusaders? Killing people is fighting for their god anyway, so is there any need to consider how they kill?"

"If they needed to consider that, would they still be Demonic Crusaders? There is no humanistic morality in their minds. They have no trace of civilization left. Do you understand now, Miss Martha?"

Semiramis froze for a moment, then anger appeared on her face. "Is that so..."

"..." Martha's expression suddenly went blank. For a moment, she could not comprehend how military rations could be connected to people. But soon, memories of her life before death resurfaced.

The era she had lived in had not truly been a good one either. People...

Martha's