Onion looked blankly at the aftermath of the explosion around him.
"Why?"
"In the face of His Majesty's strength, the army we lead is powerless to resist."
"Won't we be courting death if we insist on going against His Majesty? And we will be exterminated by the Leviathans."
"Why didn't Onian surrender, Your Majesty?"
"He knows that if he submits to His Majesty, not only can his life be spared, he can also prevent the extermination of the Leviathan race. He might even bring the Leviathan race to an unprecedented peak."
"Could it be for the sake of that pitiful racial dignity?"
"But the Leviathans took the initiative to attack His Majesty and the others. We're the ones who started the war."
Onion was very puzzled.
In the end, "He" could only attribute Onian's self-destruction to "His" pitiful racial pride.
"His" expression turned cold as "He" muttered coldly to "Himself",
"My foolish brother."