Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1182: The Will to Fight

Chapter 1182: The Will to Fight

They didn’t want to just hide behind the mecha divisions.

They were all human—so why should they be forced to stay in the rear?

That humiliation was worse than death.

It was the same when their forces set out for Planet Gallia.

They were part of the military, yet they had been left behind on Teutonia.

Why?

Because command feared that sending them would mean sending them to their deaths.

That was the sorrow of the weak

No one wanted to be weak.

If they had a choice, they would all choose to be strong.

"Can we really become stronger? Can we really defeat the aliens?" someone asked.

"Of course you can," Amalia said seriously. "As long as you put your faith in me, I promise that every single one of you will grow stronger."

If Kenny Lin were here, he would no doubt tease her—such a solemn and serious speech, yet it sounded almost like a recruitment pitch for some scam.

However, Amalia wasn’t thinking about that. If these people didn’t cooperate, she couldn’t execute her plan.

And without this plan, while they might not necessarily fail, victory would come at a terrible cost.

When the battle ended, less than half of them might still be standing.

Of course, she could simply hide them all away in her pocket dimension, keeping them safe from harm.

But if she did that, they would never awaken the power hidden within them.

They would forever remain ordinary people—ordinary people who always needed protection.

"If trusting Ms. Amalia means I can become stronger, I’m willing!"

"So am I!"

One by one, the soldiers began voicing their agreement.

"Don’t be too hasty to decide." Amalia’s expression was unreadable. "Some of you may not wish to follow this path, so I will give you a choice."

She paused before continuing, "You can go to a secluded place, completely cut off from the war. There, you will be safe, shielded from all danger. You can live through this crisis under the protection of others, and from then on, you may live as ordinary civilians, never needing to set foot on the battlefield again.

But if you choose this path, you will also lose the opportunity to become stronger—forever."

"You can choose to live as an ordinary person—truly ordinary. No one will mock you for it. That, too, is a way to live your life. I can guarantee that the place you will go is the same place where the residents of Planet Shadron were taken."

At the back of the crowd, Duviel’s eyes flickered.

He remembered that Planet Shadron had once been guarded by Officer Khan.

After the planet was saved, they had asked where its residents had gone.

Back then, Khalil had responded mysteriously, saying they had been taken to a place with no danger whatsoever.

He had even added that unless Amalia permitted it, no one could enter that place.

"I want to become stronger! I want to drive the aliens out of our universe!"

A voice rang out from within the crowd.

Amalia looked over and saw that the first to speak was a young man, no older than seventeen or eighteen.

His bright eyes still burned with determination, untouched by the cruelty of war.

As soon as his words fell, a streak of dazzling light shot from his body, arcing through the air before entering Amalia.

"I want to become stronger too! I want to protect our home!"

If even a seventeen-year-old could say such words, how could the older infantry soldiers hesitate?

One by one, voices rang out in agreement.

The aliens had destroyed their homes.

They had slaughtered their families.

This was a blood feud—one that could never be forgiven.

How could they possibly live in peace before they avenged their loved ones?

A flood of lights, the so-called "faith energy," surged toward Amalia once more.

And this time, it was even stronger than the night before.

Inside the small world, the sky was nearly blanketed with these streams of power.

It was as if a soft white rain was falling from above and descending upon the land before vanishing into the ground.

In a small thatched hut, a plump little Wealth was busy incubating eggs with great diligence.

Sensing the influx of willpower energy, Wealth leaped up in delight—only to hear a loud crack beneath him.

A moment later, the egg he had been sitting on split open.

Another Pixiu had hatched.

Its bald little head poked out, and after chomping down on the surrounding eggshell, it wobbled forward in search of Wealth.

In the corner of the hut, among the remaining unhatched eggs, a few more soft cracking sounds echoed.

One after another, more eggs began to break open.

...

Amalia was still unaware of the dramatic changes taking place inside her small world, where multiple Pixiu eggs had cracked open all at once, giving birth to several new younglings.

At this moment, she was reflecting on the sheer strength of a soldier’s faith.

Or perhaps, it was more accurate to say that Major General Rafiq was truly an exceptional leader.

Among these more than 300,000 soldiers, not all had originally served under Major General Rafiq.

Many of them had only joined later, recruited to resist the alien invasion, and had received just one year of emergency training.

Yet, for them to display such unwavering resolve proved how well Major General Rafiq had trained them.

In just a single year, he had forged them into soldiers with ironclad determination.

Out of the 300,000 troops, nearly half responded without hesitation.

The willpower they contributed might not have surpassed that of the 100,000 residents inside the pocket dimension, but it was close.

"Since you all trust me, I will not disappoint your expectations," Amalia said.

She knew it was time to offer them a tangible advantage.

"Last night, I already set up a large-scale formation here. This formation will assist everyone within it. It won’t make you invincible, but it will absolutely help you kill aliens."

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