The members of the Spiritual Race below all felt an unbearable sense of humiliation, their eyes reddened with anger.
The Spiritual Ability King suddenly raised his voice several octaves, "What we need is not some food! Not a mere living space! What we need is the dignity of our race! The dignity of an entire race cannot be achieved by avoiding disasters or begging and protesting, but through iron and blood! So, are you willing to fight to the death with me for the Spiritual Race?"
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"Fight for our race!"
"Fight for our great king!"
The members of the Spiritual Race responded passionately to their king!
