My Players Are So Fierce

“Perhaps, once we conquer Transylvania, we can completely abandon the Gnolls.”

Old Manson thought so:

“Since Dusk has displayed the Ratmen before us, it indicates their willingness to grant us control over the Ratmen. However, those guys are pursuing a rather dangerous future. Perhaps the Wolf People should not accept their ‘goodwill’ that harbors ill intentions so easily.

Hmm…

Thinking like this, maybe the clumsy Gnolls aren’t entirely useless.

At least these guys are very loyal to the Wolf People.

From another perspective, if Dusk can create a new life like the Ratmen, they surely have the ability to enhance the Gnolls’ intelligence. Perhaps this can be a demand? There’s something in the Polluted Swamp that the Scholar wants—a perfect bargaining chip, isn’t it?

Yes!

Let’s decide like this.”

“High Priest, the Gnolls have stopped, presumably because they have reached the place, or they are too close to the frontlines and dare not continue digging. After all, there are Silver Dwarf Priests on that ground. These Gnolls fear those dwarfs to death.”

A Blood Scar Priest quietly reminded the somewhat distracted Manson, who raised his head to see those Gnolls have already collapsed from exhaustion but have completed the work.

They have widened the tunnel’s end into a not too large circular space.

“This will do.”

Manson nodded, gesturing to the hunters beside him.

Those guys immediately stepped forward to grab the exhausted Gnolls and swiftly killed them, letting the blood flow to fill the place, which immediately made the scene turn nefarious.

These carefully selected Gnolls are not just workers; they also belong to the “casting materials”.

Of course, this blood is not used to summon Subspace Power; that chaotic stuff isn’t so cheap as to be drawn by some inferior life’s blood. This blood is merely used to activate the dimensional crystal in Manson’s hand.

This is something particularly instructed by the “Scholar’s Servant”.

This new toy is quite sensitive to the stimulus of blood, and through a not-so-simple “unsealing” method, the power of the dimensional crystal can be released from its material carrier.

“Start the ritual now.”

Manson released the crystal.

The irregular gray-black crystal swiftly floated above its paw, and the Blood Scar Priests’ chant drew the blood aura around, infusing it into this seemingly stable crystal.

The ceremony had only begun for a few minutes when the dimensional crystal responded.

Subtle waves emitted from that object, as if some originally stable invisible things were disrupted, making Manson and all surrounding Wolf People feel the concept of “space” rapidly weakened and dissolved.

The world’s boundary weakened, letting the Subspace aura drift over, and The Master of Hunting sleeps within the Subspace; thus, at the moment this tunnel connected, Manson immediately felt his Divine Spirit genuinely exist within his consciousness.

For sincere followers, nothing is more joyous than bathing in divine light.

Old Manson almost wept with happiness.

But the next moment, he heard The Master of Hunting’s indistinct, dream-like voice:

“This is a… trap… run!”

“???”

Manson didn’t react for a moment, but the crystal’s disintegration process accelerated instantly.

It was as if invisible chains “locked” Manson and the surrounding Wolf People in place. Amidst the painful wails of those Wolf People and hunting believers, the power of Manson’s Transcendent Golden Rule began to be disassembled and infused.

In this instant, Old Manson realized.

Well, it turns out today’s “casting materials” are not just those poor Gnolls.

He is one of the “materials” too.

This makes sense.

Opening a Subspace fracture always requires a huge cost. Why can Dusk casually produce a strange crystal to summon Subspace Power without any price?

Ah, eager to win, got tricked.

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“Uh! Wait!”

Handsome Murphy, while creating his persona with the little players, suddenly flinched. Before he could react, a severe headache suddenly surged at his temple, even causing the dashing main NPC to let out a painful cry.

This startled the surrounding little players who were frantically fawning over the NPC. They thought they were fawning too vigorously and caused the NPC to suffocate, so they immediately stepped forward to support their lord.

But then, they heard Murphy hoarsely say:

“My perception of the Subspace Power has been triggered… We’ve been calculated in this dark moment! Someone nearby is calling forth Subspace’s power! Search! Somewhere underground, find it!”