My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1466 - 494. What era are we in that we’re still using traditional contracts? We need to keep up with the times, get it?

Chapter 1466: 494. What era are we in that we’re still using traditional contracts? We need to keep up with the times, get it?

"You’re saying they’re still alive?"

In an underground area where only Murphy was present, facing the message thrown by the Star Realm Behemoth Manis, the Vampire Lord clenched his fist instantly and countered:

"Are you sure you’re not joking? So many ordinary people have been thrown into that hellish place in the Star Realm, a land of chaos where even Gold warriors don’t know how long they can survive. Do you really expect me to believe there are still a hundred thousand ordinary lives struggling there?

More than four months have passed...

To say they’re still alive is to tell me they’re all Transylvanian Supermen or Transylvanian Captains. Do you think I would believe that?"

"It doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not."

The tone of the Endless Manis also became playful. It was like a gambler who had the winning cards in hand, totally at ease, slowly saying:

"After all, the truth and the evidence won’t disappear just because you don’t believe. You mortals, who walk the earth and can only look up to the Star Sea, have such a mundane understanding of the Star Realm. I admit that my homeland is a chaotic region, where time and space construct a complex and dangerous tower in a disorderly fashion.

However, it’s precisely because of that chaotic disorder that the possibility of a ’safe zone’ arises.

Of course, in this matter, your compatriots were not so lucky as to be thrown into an environment where they could preserve their selves.

Their survival does not imply luck.

That is merely the beginning of a more terrible torture. The Star-world Tear that happened in Cardman City was a sacrifice unfathomable to mortals! Murphy, that was a sacrifice to the shadows of the subspace.

They wouldn’t swallow it all in one gulp.

I know there were more than three hundred thousand people in your city, and now I’m telling you that a hundred thousand are still alive, meaning the rest have embraced a fate worse than death.

On the battlefield where you and the Twilight will wage war against their subspace shadow masters, you will witness with your own eyes those lives twisted by subspace... Born from the chaos of shadows, they do not need much, yet their material world minions require a force capable of incinerating the world.

Hmm, you seem quite shocked?

Let me reveal a bit more truth to you that will shock you then.

Cardman City is not the first city to have been sacrificed to the subspace. During the first sacrifice hundreds of years ago, a significant number of mortals were also thrown into that filthy vortex.

They have become the Chaos Folk!

Their mad roars within the subspace are clear as day to me even in the Star Realm, and at some point in the future, they will return ’home’ with hatred and anger, bringing back tenfold the suffering they endured to you, wrapped in iron and blood, those abyssal dwellers.

If you know your history well enough, you should know which event I’m speaking of..."

"The ’Blood Fear Doomsday’ two hundred years ago, right?"

Murphy immediately made many associations, sighed, and with 70% belief, he said:

"The Blood Fear Clan, in order to gain an advantage in the Second Night War, risked opening a subspace fracture, and overnight more than three hundred thousand residents of the Ice Bay Area were swept into the Exotic Lands, even causing permanent changes in the geography of Ice Bay.

But isn’t Twilight an organization that has only appeared in the last hundred years?"

"Ignorance! Why do you always equate ’Twilight’ with subspace? These two are not the same at all, or rather, their relationship is clearer than you think.

The subspace shadows have the power but are blocked from entering the various realms, while Twilight consists of fools whose brains are fried by taboo. They fervently long to see the destruction of the material world."

Manis snorted, speaking in a casual tone:

"Twilight is just a tool used by subspace shadows to stir up the world. How can a smith dedicated to crafting destruction have only one tool at hand?

Of course, the subspace shadows aren’t your concern. You and they are leagues apart. Let soldier match soldier, and general face general. Before the Star Giants fail, you and other mortals only need to contend with Twilight.

That’s all it is.

In this process, you without a doubt need the support of tremendous power, and that would be me... Come, Murphy, enter into a summoning pact with me.

I know it might feel premature for you, but I also believe that after a period of mutual adaptation and accommodation, we will both stir different storms in our respective planes.

You can save your city, rescue your country, while I shall ascend the steps towards my coveted Ascension to Godhood."

"Never mind the pact for now, why are you so certain I can enter The Heart of the World left by the creator?"

Murphy asked skeptically:

"You don’t know me, do you?

Such blind trust in a stranger suggests you’ve lost your wits or your situation isn’t as favorable as you make it out to be.

And to make a little irresponsible speculation, perhaps at this stage, you need me more than I need you..."

Endless Manis fell silent.

But Murphy could sense a brewing fury from across, perhaps because Murphy had spoken the truth, but before Manis could erupt, the Vampire Lord laughed heartily, saying:

"Just kidding, oh great Star Realm Behemoth, I should be thrilled to receive the help of a powerful Demigod, I’d even call it an ’honor’."