Wang Ze, Grand Chairman of the Kindling Organization, nodded slightly. A gratified smile appeared on his weathered face.
He reached out and patted the hand Huang Yuan had looped around his arm.
Wang Ze, Grand Chairman of the Kindling Organization, turned to look at Wang Zuo, head of the Zhennan Royal Family, and the others, then said impassionedly:
"Back when we learned of Mars's repeated destructions,
the greatest hope you and I ever had was merely to build enough interstellar spacecraft before those Demonic Beings of Zhongji Star descended upon this planet, so those ships could carry the sparks of humanity and flee to other star systems. Back then, who among us could have imagined today? We never even imagined that those of us left behind would actually be able to use the Invisible Source-tool Armor refined by that little fellow Xuankong to withstand the Yunqin Alliance's attacks!
The current situation has already exceeded my expectations.
In my previous expectations, by this day, we brothers of the Kindling Organization should already have been scattered and forced into hiding!
Yet Xuankong can actually refine Attack Type Origin Weapons now. This has truly broken new ground for the Mars Human Race after countless generations, and it has finally brought the Mars Human Race a genuine sliver of hope in resisting the Demonic Beings of Zhongji Star!
Right now, no matter what, no matter what price we must pay, we have to protect this sliver of hope, protect this spark that may yet ignite a prairie fire!
Brothers, perhaps countless years from now, this coming war in which we resist the Yunqin Alliance and defend Shelter No. 36 will be etched into the history books of the Mars Human Race as a moment written in bold, vivid strokes!"
Upon hearing this, the many