My Players Are So Fierce

Therefore, Lord Paryen could only try to awaken Lord Hadran with words, he said:

“Whether you are willing to accept it or not, the power of the God of Wealth is indeed protecting the Brass Fortress. When we came over just now, we saw your kin fighting valiantly against the World Burning Demon Warriors. Those Ironheart Warriors have not abandoned their duties; their god has given them orders, and they still charge on the front lines.

It doesn’t matter whether the God of Wealth is good or evil; the issue before us is this Subspace fracture.

If it can’t be closed, this fortress will soon be polluted into a present-day Subspace node. Please understand, but I have just learned that there is another fracture deep in the Dark Mountain Range waiting for me to deal with, so I really don’t want to see the worst result appear.

Lord Hadran, you must make a decision.

We can destroy this fracture here, but the energy clash it triggers is very likely to cause the Brass Fortress to collapse, perhaps even worse.”

“Do it!”

The Hadran Lord shouted, clutching his head:

“I don’t want the damn blessing of the God of Wealth; I just want to express my repentance to the Mother Goddess… I made a mistake, I am the one who betrayed the Brass Dwarves into the abysmal fall! I deserve to die, I do not resist this fate.

Leave this place!

You two, leave this place!

This is the domain of the Brass Dwarves; it should be me to end all this disgusting affair by hand.”

“Hmm?”

Lord Paryen asked in surprise:

“What are you planning to do? You don’t have a holy relic that can stop the expansion of Subspace, do you?”

“I have! Ha ha ha, I have! When that Divine Spirit was born, everything I needed was delivered to me, now all I need to do is ignite that fire.”

The disheveled Hadran bent down and gripped a piece of raw Burning Gold Ore in his hand.

He gazed at this treasure that has dazzled all the eyes of the Brass Dwarves for hundreds of years.

It symbolizes supreme wealth and mighty power, once hailed as the best gift bestowed upon the dwarves by Mother Earth. To maintain the mystery of Burning Gold, the Brass Dwarves would even send assassins to eliminate anyone who attempted to uncover its secrets.

But nowadays, continuing this claim is merely self-deception.

Just now, Hadran witnessed the entire process of Burning Gold’s creation, which is a manifestation of Subspace power in the material world. Its existence does not represent the so-called justice or order.

He looked up at Lord Paryen.

That face, corroded by subspace powers, was filled with a certain stubbornness and decision, and he roared:

“I know how to detonate these raw ores, it was Old Bach who wrote his final secret to me before he died. The force unleashed by these Burning Gold eruptions will annihilate everything around, including that fracture of Subspace that hasn’t fully opened. And the energy explosion from detonating the ore in the fortress will collapse the foundations of the Brass Fortress, causing the entire mountain to shatter into pieces…

But you know what?

This is what we deserve!

This is what I deserve!

Leave here, Pa Ying, tell every ruler on the continent the fall and tragic end of the Brass Dwarves, let them know this is the fate of abandoning souls for wealth.

Sigh, perhaps I am mad, but my mind is recalling some scenes I don’t even remember. Pa Ying… we knew each other more than a millennia ago, right? Ah, shouldn’t I call you ‘Councilor Paryen’?”

“No need for honorifics now, Hadlan Mine Chief.”

Lord Paryen said softly:

“I’m sorry I kept these secrets from you. I’ll ask one final time, do you really not need me to handle that fracture personally? You know, a mere nod, and your fortress and kingdom can be preserved.”

“I am certain.”

Lord Hadran gasped, leaning against the massive piece of Burning Gold Ore. He murmured:

“This fortress was built to fend off the Black Disaster, established under the will of Mother Gaia. We seized control of it and viewed it as our kingdom because the Mother Goddess allowed us to do so.

The Brass Dwarves have never been nobler than the other races of the continent, and if this fortress and we cannot fulfill our birth duties and mission, then it should not continue to exist… cough cough, ah, those memories are flooding back…

Let me tell you a secret, Pa Ying.

Do you know how we dwarves survived the disaster in the Eden District?”

“I’m very curious.”

Even in moments of crisis, Lord Paryen maintained his composure, half kneeling before the resolutely suicidal Lord Hadran, whispering:

“Tell me, how did you escape from despair?”

“It was Gaia.”

Hadran showed a wretched smile.

He stuffed something into the hands of the lord, saying:

“Back then, Gaia, not yet a deity, reached out to us through the Mother Goddess. Because during our three hundred years of exploration in the Eden District, whenever the dwarven prospectors entered the Star Realm, they would present the Spirit of the Earth there with gifts from the material world.

Ha, Gaia regarded us as friends. For this, she was willing to risk contamination to save us before she became a deity.

How fortunate…

But I…

Blinded by worldly wealth, I chose to betray this friendship.

She never owed us anything, while we broke her heart terribly.

Leave, Pa Ying.

Tell others, just say Hadran·Hammer of the Earth has died!

Say he died fighting against the Wolf People and the Ratmen, if my kin can escape from this disaster, I beseech you, help them.”

“Yes, I promise.”

Lord Paryen nodded.

He took one last look at this place radiant with gemstones and wealth, leaving it without reluctance with Edward, who had torn off Banok’s two legs amidst the flicker of Aurora. The mad dwarf Banok, heavily injured by Old Edward, lay on the ground wailing.

He seemed to be regaining his senses, but that might just be an illusion.

The mind twisted into a tangled mess could not be untangled even by the best seamstress in the world. Clearly, the shadow of the Subspace had achieved its goal through his hand, making this so-called “messenger of change” unimportant.

He was abandoned.

Just like the forlorn fate deserved by all mortals who encounter Subspace powers.

Bleeding from his mouth, Hadran piled large chunks of raw Burning Gold Ore nearby and pulled out a bizarre tuning fork-shaped device. He glanced at Banok, who was struggling to crawl away, screaming.

He sneered.

At the final moment, the Supreme Lord leaned against Burning Gold Ore.

He activated the peculiar tuning fork in his hand, causing it to emit energy shocks of a specific frequency. Under this impact, the surrounding raw Burning Gold Ore became unstable, dangerous energy concentrated, symbolizing an impending blast destined to annihilate everything.

“Ah, if there were no Burning Gold in the world, every dwarf would be a hero…”

He said.

In the last moment, he raised Gaia’s war hammer and took it in hand, then closed his eyes, lying on the gleaming ground behind, allowing himself to be engulfed, shredded, and eroded by those unstable raw Burning Gold Ores.

Pain?

Certainly.

But compared to the despair of sudden awakening, such pain fits aptly.

Through this bloodshed, he writes the end of a foolish king.

A few seconds later, a flickering arc of light appeared in the underground tunnel, and the entire Hungry Plains and even Gorgon Mountain Pass felt the tremor.

But Hadran did not die.

Speaking accurately, at the moment his body was torn into powder by the explosion of massive Burning Gold, his half-crazed mind under the guidance of some power came to a wondrous place.

“I said, I would compensate you.”

A pleasing female voice echoed in Hadran’s ears, saying:

“This is the promise of the God of Wealth and Trade. I agreed to the request of a noble entity never to break a promise, so Mr. Hadlan, time is pressing, state your request now.”