My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2479 - 827: Alas, If There Were No Gold in the World, Everyone Could Be a Hero (Part 1)_2

I will compensate you.

I swear."

"Huh?"

The Supreme Lord was increasingly unable to understand his guard’s ramblings, and he said, puzzled:

"But didn’t Gaia abandon us out of fear of being counter-polluted by faith?"

"Yes, that’s one reason.

But Lady Gaia is a deity born from the bathing of the Power of Genesis. Her form of existence as a divine spirit is unique. Her resistance to the uncleanliness of faith far exceeds your imagination and other mortals’, especially with the support of faith from the Silver Dwarfs and Frost Dwarfs. The mere fall of the Brass Dwarves is not enough to truly affect her."

Dutna Burngold took out a pure silver pocket watch and glanced at the time. He said:

"The reason Lady Gaia gave up on you, besides you being unable to maintain your core under the influence of wealth and beginning to influence her appearance, might also be to sell me a favor through the inevitable separation and let me owe her one.

No!

This might be a test...

If I claim neutrality, then I should act accordingly.

Is this an assessment from the seniors?

Yes, from those brave and weary defenders of the world.

Everyone is saying a chaotic era is about to arrive, and I’m honored to play this important role, where the influence of the subspace on the material world will manifest its power in miraculous ways.

From now on, the path to divinity will no longer be sealed.

If centuries of transactions and wealth accumulation and exchange by the dwarves can shape me, then the same method can shape even more terrifying beings among the mad and evil ones.

Such as the always howling Midnight Mother, the Master of Hunting who is about to awaken, and those ’seeds’ that have already stirred in the subspace.

The secret of faith and divine spirits shall be proclaimed to the world through my birth, but beware...

Just like the birth of Spiritual Energy, this does not stem from pure generosity.

I must leave, Your Highness.

I must prepare for the day of my birth.

Dear Hadlan, drink this glass of wine, and I will compensate you, so let us meet again later."

After finishing, this fellow made a "toast" gesture to the Supreme Lord, and in the next second, as if awakening from a dream, the Supreme Lord blinked and looked down to see the golden glowing wine placed before him, but there was no one opposite him.

"Where is my guard?"

The Supreme Lord turned and shouted at the drunken soldier beside him, and the guy hesitated for a moment and said:

"Huh? Lord, you’ve been drinking with us! You came from the throne hall alone, what guard are you talking about!"

"What did you say!"

Hadlan’s heart beat faster.

He realized he had just experienced something bizarre or what might be called "terrifying."

His gaze fell on the golden wine in front of him, a rush driving him to drink it, but the Supreme Lord was nevertheless an ancient being, and he immediately suppressed this abnormal impulse.

He cautiously picked up the glass but found that no matter how he shook it, not a drop of wine would spill out—it seemed to be awaiting a "fated one" to drink this wine, thereby establishing a true connection with a mysterious existence.

Hadlan tied the cup filled with golden liquid to his belt and pushed away the soldiers beside him who wanted to continue drinking heavily, shouting:

"Burning Gold! Throw away all the Burning Gold you hold! That thing will lead you astray!"

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This shout made a group of festive dwarves around look at each other, wondering if their Supreme Lord had gone mad. Who would discard the treasures they earned through hard work?

In the past month or so, all Brass Dwarves have thoroughly enjoyed the wonders brought by this thing.

It can be exchanged for money bringing them joy, it can be used as a weapon to kill those dangerous foes, it is also a symbol of identity and status, replacing the meaningless and stale lineage, becoming the best proof for the ambitious to display their financial power.

A new system formed based on wealth was taking shape within the Brass Fortress and was rapidly replacing the former system, and in front of such a system, the Supreme Lord’s status didn’t seem so transcendent anymore.

After all, many people knew the Supreme Lord had already spent his royal treasury dry to hire people to fight wars, and now he was just a near-bankrupt pauper...

Hey, how can a pauper like you talk to us Brother Fu, who hold Burning Gold!

Seeing none of the dwarves around following his request, Hadlan’s heart sank to the bottom in that instant. He recalled the conversation he had with that fellow before and the contents that sounded incredible.

In the next moment, the Supreme Lord picked up his warhammer and rushed toward the throne hall. He found the antique Gaia Insignia at the corner of the table, grasping it tightly and donned his Lord’s Armor. He tried to summon the Royal Guard but soon gave up.

No one would respond to him!

How could a qualified worker respond to a penniless boss who couldn’t pay salaries on time?

So, only he was left.

"Banok is up to something in the underground tunnels! Everything that bastard does is to bring about this ’Dutna Burngold’! In this Black Disaster, the god that will be born is not only the Master of Hunting... No!