My Players Are So Fierce

1467: 494.

What era are we in that we’re still using traditional contracts?

We need to move forward with the times, understand?_2

1467: 494.

What era are we in that we’re still using traditional contracts?

We need to move forward with the times, understand?_2

“Of course, I am willing to accept you becoming my guardian of the Star Realm, but I think under the current scenario where we need each other, we might draft a summoning contract that holds responsibility for both parties…

cough cough, what I mean is—an agreement!”

“That’s more like it.”

Mannis’s tone relaxed again as it spoke:

“You really are someone who values the ceremonial aspects.

Then, I will give you enough time to complete this agreement.

Is one day enough?”

“Enough, surely enough.

Please patiently await my response.”

Murphy stood up and said to Mannis:

“Of course, you also know that after the agreement is completed, you need to be upfront about those secrets you’ve mentioned to me.

I do not wish to hear that the survival of tens of thousands is a mere lie.”

“No, it is not.

I am of the Time tribe; I have my dignity, Murphy.

I do not resort to lies to get what I want, but you must be prepared.”

Mannis warned:

“If you are set on saving those poor souls falling into the abyss, it means that you will face unprecedented pressure in the impending Black Disaster.

I fear it might crush my poor contractor, but how should I say it?

After all, we each choose our own path, right?”

Having said that, through a sound completely uncharacteristic for a serpent to make, Mannis’s presence vanished from Murphy’s perception, and almost at the moment this contact ceased, the deserted area flickered with the light of teleportation.

Triss appeared beside Murphy, accompanying the disheveled Knight of LiWen, but Little Brother Fu, who should have returned with him, was nowhere to be seen.

“Poor Little Brother Fu is lost in the Star Realm!”

Triss exclaimed in shock:

“How bad must his luck be?

After my improvements to the teleportation spell, the chance of mishaps has been greatly reduced.”

“Alas.”

Murphy sighed softly and said:

“Endless One, lend a hand.”

“Of course, I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

Mannis’s laughter, ghostly as ever, echoed by Murphy’s ear, followed by the Star Realm rift quietly splitting open.

Little Brother Fu, terrified by the chaotic vistas of the Star Realm, landed clumsily on the ground with a thud, holding his head as he was tossed out from mid-air.

“Next time you ask for my help, call me ‘my lord,’ my contractor.

If you show the proper respect, I will be very pleased.”

The Endless One replied in a smooth tone, then vanished once more.

“Is that Mannis?

‘The Endless One’ Mannis?”

The Knight of LiWen, still rubbing her eyes when she sensed the aura around Murphy, immediately became alert.

As a follower of the Star Realm Dragon, she subconsciously reached for her sword, but her adorable bear pajamas significantly lacked intimidation.

Under Murphy and Triss’s gaze, the “Pajama Knight” LiWen’s face turned pale as she said:

“Why would you have contact with such a being?

That is an arrogant creature born in the Star Realm, seen by many Half-gods of the Star Realm as a true descendant of an Evil God, acting wildly and without any semblance of order.

So arrogant as to dare to challenge my god.

Even though it was effortlessly suppressed by my god, it is said that the Endless One was greatly weakened by this crushing defeat, managing to escape only by fleeing into the temporal turbulence of the Star Realm.

But it remains far too dangerous for mortals.

In the ancient East, there have always been evil legends about the Endless One.

It’s said that it has organized its heretical sect worshippers many times in the Kalem Ancient Country, only to abandon those pitiful people mercilessly, like a game or joke of an Evil God, when the Dragon Emperor noticed those malevolent followers.

Governor, you must not have any further contact with it.

If you need, I can call upon the power of my god to bestow a divine blessing upon you, so that Mannis can no longer pose a threat to you.”

“Had you arrived five minutes earlier, I would have undoubtedly accepted your suggestion and the blessing from the Star Realm Dragon, but now it is too late.”

Murphy sighed and said:

“The Endless One has thrown out a bait, an offer that I, as a ruler, cannot refuse.

I know the dangers, but I must bite.

Such cunning.”

“Murphy!”

Triss frowned deeply as she scolded:

“I don’t know what promises Mannis has made to you, but I know you’re not someone easily dazzled by power.

You shouldn’t lose your senses and compromise with such a dangerous being, listen to me…”

“The people cast into the Star Realm from Cardman City are not dead.”

Murphy looked at Triss, his voice subtle as he quietly said:

“The disaster we experienced, which almost killed everyone, was actually a twilight sacrifice to the subspace shadows, meant to create something called ‘World Burning Demon Warriors.’ The twilight’s ploy was successful to a great extent.

But there are still a hundred thousand people who were not corrupted, Mannis told me that it can help us save them.”

“By the Midnight Mother above!”

Triss was shocked by the news, but there was still more shocking news to come.

After hearing that the Blood Fear Clan’s actions two hundred years ago also resulted in forging a thirty-thousand-strong army of World Burning Demon Warriors, currently hidden in some otherworldly abyss but ready to return to the material world, the Crimson Witch was completely shaken.

“You see, it’s too late to run now.

The appearance of Mannis is a surprising stroke of luck as it has revealed our enemy’s plans to us and the imminent crisis.”

Murphy held Triss’s cold hand, whispering: