The cold wind howled.
Yet it could not extinguish the fire in Tyre's heart.
In the deathly silence, Tyre's throat bobbed as he glared at the many high-ranking officials trying to persuade him.
He could not believe these words had come from the Soviet high-level officials. He wanted to say something, to angrily denounce them!
But he despaired when he realized he could not utter a single word.
It was as if raging lava and flames were surging through his chest.
What saddened him was not that he felt his fellow countrymen had betrayed him, but his own powerlessness!
He was no hotheaded youth.
Given his position, he naturally understood that, from a certain perspective, the Soviet high-level officials were "right."
After a long while, he took a deep breath and clenched both fists. As if making one final effort, he growled at everyone,
"Lin An harmed us!? Without him, our country would have been destroyed during the Chita Catastrophe! Aren't you afraid he's still alive!? Aren't you afraid he'll come back!? Aren't you afraid of these monsters!"
"Tyre, what monsters are you talking about!"
"Get this straight! After Doomsday erupted, Awakened ones are monsters! As long as we can survive, so what if we cooperate with monsters!?"
"Is Lin An not one of them!? Doesn't he have plenty of monsters under his command!?"
Before Tyre could finish, one of the leading generals angrily rebuked him without the slightest courtesy. As he spoke, his eyes filled with complicated emotions, and he sighed before respectfully gesturing with one hand toward the goat-headed figure beside him.
"Tyre, calm down. You may simply have had more contact with Lin An and been frightened by him."
"This lord—no, this God—has shown us many things. Lin An's strength is only impressive to us. In reality,