My Players Are So Fierce

The God of Wealth has been born.

Regardless of what changes this event might bring to the world, it signifies that the situation at the Brass Fortress is about to enter the next phase.

Banok’s agreement with the Twilight forces has been completed, and next, it’s time for the Twilight faction, temporarily ranked “Number One Antagonist,” to take the stage.

In that opulent pit of wealth, the once relatively calm subspace rift suddenly turned violent, as another force, completely different from what Banok wielded, took control from the other side.

The Supreme Lord Hadlan, clutching his head in agony, saw amidst the dizzying world the burning giant figure rushing out from within.

This time, it wasn’t just a dozen or a few dozen; the world-destroying flames turned figure after figure into crimson light streaks that flashed into the material world, with hundreds of World Burning Demon Warriors storming into the Brass Fortress in just a few seconds.

The subspace creatures’ raid was merely the first wave of the Formation Breakers.

Worse still, the Ratmen who had previously retreated from the tunnels under the Dwarves’ assault returned as well.

In those empty tunnels, the distinctive clamor of the advancing Ratmen Army announced the onset of Twilight’s most destructive forces rapidly closing in.

Their return signified a terrifying reality—that the Wolf People and Gnolls wouldn’t be absent for long, and soon enough, the Brass Fortress might once again fall into the grip of a catastrophic invasion…

No!

It’s now caught in a dire situation that is extremely bad in any outcome.

The Dwarf Warriors throughout the entire fortress were busy reveling, and all important positions were guarded by the Ironheart Warriors. Regardless of whether these devotees of the God of Wealth would continue fulfilling their duty to protect the fortress, the rampant raids of the World Burning Demon Warriors and the return of the Ratmen alone would plunge the entire fortress into an irretrievable predicament.

Hadlan knew he had to do something, but seeing Banok ahead, limping and trying to open some teleportation spell to leave, the Supreme Lord gritted his teeth and got up again, enduring the excruciating headache to drag his warhammer along to execute this traitor.

“You better stay put,”

Banok, too, noticed Hadlan’s actions. This guy, who had already been half-killed by the enraged Supreme Lord, wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly:

“The closer you get to the subspace rift, the more severe the impact you’ll suffer. You’ve already lost Gaia’s protection, and your mind is no longer armed. Unlike me, a subspace traveler walking this solitary path, if you don’t plan to lose your soul, then flee.

There’s no shame in choosing to retreat in the face of an invincible enemy.”

The response to this advice was a spinning warhammer, shimmering with earth’s glow, that landed with monumental force in front of Banok. But the filthy energy from the subspace shielded this Dwarf.

The purple glow converged into a shell-like defense to take this hammer’s blow directly. The destructive force of the sacred relic broke the protective subspace energy, and before Banok could cast another spell, Hadlan, charging like a blood-horned bull, tore through the purple arc.

The Supreme Lord didn’t use a weapon, just punched Banok in the chin with a blood-stained fist like a powerful cannon, sending Banok flying and crashing to the ground.

In a frenzy, the Brass Lord leaped onto Banok, raising his fists repetitively, tearing open his armor like a beast and hammering down, snapping the latter’s sternum amidst a splatter of blood, with “Dwarven version of the Eight Maiden” moves. Banok screamed as the pain exploded with power, a violet explosion that destroyed half the tunnel and at the same time entrapped Hadlan and lifted him into the air.

“I intended to spare your life, my lord; our people are still waiting for you to lead them.”

Banok, both haggard and agonized, screamed:

“You think I did evil, but it’s simply fate using my hand for change! I don’t understand why you hate me so much, this clearly isn’t a bad thing! Not for you, or for our people!

This invasion will only become a showcase for the power of the God of Wealth. Our people will wisely use this new strength to crush our enemies, making this fortress a myth of wealth on the Continent, and you and your kingdom will truly reach the pinnacle.

As long as you embrace this change with an open heart, you will lose nothing!

But your stubbornness also makes me lose interest; since you so wish to return to Gaia’s embrace, let me send you on your way.

Allow me to escort you directly to her Divine Kingdom, yes?

That is, if you can survive the subspace storm. Haha, maybe there will be a place for you among the subspace warriors breaking into Gaia’s God country in the future, my lord.

Trust me.”

The subspace traveler raised his hand, letting the filthy energy binding Hadlan continuously seep into the Gold Lord’s body, tearing at his sanity and will, and then throwing him toward the subspace rift that was cracking wider.

No matter how strong one is in the material world, once thrown into the subspace, life and death are beyond human control.

Hadlan had already closed his eyes.

The closer he got to the rift, the greater the intensity of mind shredding he endured, with the soul-tearing agony surpassing any bodily pain, and the guilt in his heart was like a monstrous flood threatening to swallow him whole in despair.