Chapter 495 494. In what era are we still using traditional contracts? We must keep pace with the times, do you understand?

"You said they are still alive?"

In the underground area where Murphy was alone, facing the message thrown by the astral monster Mannis, the vampire lord instantly clenched his fists and asked:

"Are you sure you're not kidding? So many ordinary people were thrown into that hellish place in the star world. It was a chaotic place where even the golden strong men didn't know how long they could survive. Do you really expect me to believe that there are still people there?

One hundred thousand ordinary lives are suffering?

More than four months have passed.

To say that they are still alive is equivalent to telling me that they are all Transian Superman or Transian Captain, do you think I will believe it?"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not."

The tone of Mannis the Endless also became playful. He was like a poker player holding a big king in his hand so he was not panic at all. He said slowly:

"Anyway, the truth and evidence will not disappear just because you don't believe it. You mortals who walk on the earth and can only look up at the sea of ​​stars have a mediocre understanding of the star world. I admit that my hometown is a place of chaos, where time and space are.

It is built into an intricate and dangerous tower in a disorderly manner.

However, precisely because of the chaos and disorder, it is possible for a 'safe place' to appear.

Of course, in this case, your compatriots were not lucky enough to be thrown into a beautiful environment where they could preserve themselves.

Nor does their survival mean they are lucky.

That was just the beginning of a more terrifying torture. The astral tear that occurred in Cadman City was a sacrifice that mortals could not understand! Murphy, that was a 'sacrifice' sacrificed to the shadow of the subspace.

They won't swallow it in one bite.

I know that there are more than 300,000 people in your city, and now I tell you that there are still 100,000 of them alive, which means that the remaining ones have embraced a fate more terrible than death.

In your battles in the future and at dusk against their warp shadow masters, you will see for yourself that those warp-twisted beings born from the shadows of Chaos have no need of these, yet their servants in the material world require an incinerator.

The power to destroy the world.

Um, you look shocked?

Then let me reveal to you a little more truth that will shock you.

Cadman City was not the first city to be sacrificed to the Warp; a comparable number of mortals were thrown into the filthy vortex during the initial sacrifice hundreds of years ago.

They have become a people of chaos!

Their wild roars in the subspace can be clearly heard by me in the star realm. At some point in the future, they will return to their "hometown" with hatred and anger. Those abyss residents wrapped in iron and blood

The pain they have suffered will be returned to you intact or even multiplied tenfold.

If your history is good enough, you should know what I'm talking about."

"The 'Blood Terror Doomsday' two hundred years ago, right?"

Murphy immediately thought of a lot. He sighed, already convinced, and said:

"In order to gain an advantage in the Second Night War, the Blood Terror clan took the risk of opening a subspace rift. Over 300,000 residents of the Ice Bay area were drawn into a foreign land overnight, and even forced the terrain of the Ice Bay to permanently change.

But isn’t Dusk an organization that only emerged in the last hundred years?”

"Ignorance! Why do you always equate 'twilight' with subspace? The two are not the same thing at all, or in other words, the relationship between them is clearer than you think.

The shadows of the warp have power but are blocked from the worlds, while the dusk is a group of idiots whose brains have been burnt by taboos, and they are fanatically eager to see the destruction of the material world."

Mannis snorted and said casually:

"Dusk is just a tool used by the shadows of the Warp to disrupt the world. How can a blacksmith dedicated to creating destruction only have one tool at hand?

Of course, the shadows of the subspace are not a problem you need to worry about. You and their levels are too far apart. The so-called soldier versus soldier, general against general. Before the astral giants fail, you and other mortals only need to deal with dusk.

That's all.

And in this process, you will undoubtedly need the support of a great force, and that is me. Come on, Murphy, sign the summoning contract with me.

I know this is a bit early for you, but I also believe that after we get through the mutual adaptation and running-in period, you and I will set off different storms in the two planes.

You can save your city, save your country, and I will take the step to the gods that I have dreamed of."

"Leaving aside the contract, why are you so sure that I will be able to enter the heart of the world left by the Creator?"

Murphy asked suspiciously:

"You don't know me, do you?

To trust a stranger so blindly either means that you have lost your mind, or that your situation is not as winning as you show.

Let me make another irresponsible guess, maybe at this stage, you need me far more than I need you."

Mannis the Endless stopped talking.

But Murphy could feel an anger brewing on the other side, perhaps because Murphy told the truth, but just before Mannis got angry, the vampire lord laughed and said:

"It's a joke, the great astral beast, I'm not happy enough to be helped by a powerful demigod. I should even call it an 'honour'.

Of course I am willing to accept you as my astral guardian, but I think in this current situation of mutual need, we may be able to draw up a summoning contract that is responsible for both parties. Ahem, I mean, contract!"

"That's right."

The tone on Mannis' side relaxed again, and it said:

"You are really a ritualistic guy, so I will give you enough time to complete this contract. Is one day enough?"

"Enough, of course it is enough, please wait patiently for my response."

Murphy stood up and said to Mannis:

"Of course, you also know the secrets you need to confess to me after the contract is completed. I don't want to hear that the survival of 100,000 people is just a lie."

"No, it's not. I am a Time Clan. I have my own dignity. Murphy, I will not lie to get what I want, but you have to be prepared."

Mannis reminded:

"If you confirm that you want to save those poor people who are falling into the abyss, it means that in the black disaster that is about to break out, the pressure you will bear will be unprecedented. I think that will crush my poor contractors, but

how to say?

People choose their own paths, right?"

After saying that, in a sound that was so weird that it was completely unlike what a snake could make, Mannis's breath disappeared from Murphy's perception, and almost the moment the contact subsided, the teleportation light flashed in this uninhabited land.

Light.

Tris appeared next to Murphy with the disheveled Liwen Knight, but the little rich man who was supposed to come back with him disappeared.

"Poor Mo, you are so poor and lost in the star world!"

Tris exclaimed:

"How bad luck is this? After I improved the teleportation technique, the probability of accidents has been reduced to extremely low."

"well."

Murphy sighed and said softly:

"Endless One, help me."

"Of course, I've been waiting for you to speak."

Mannis's laughing voice rang in Murphy's ears like a ghost. As the rift in the astral world quietly opened, the little rich man who was frightened by the chaotic scenery of the astral world covered his head and was dropped from the air. He fell to the ground with a thud.

On the ground.

"Next time you ask me for help, please call me 'Sir'. My contractor, if you show proper respect, I will be very happy."

The Endless One replied with a feminine voice, and then disappeared again.

"That's Mannis? 'The Endless' Mannis?"

Knight Liwen, who was still rubbing her eyes at this moment, immediately became vigilant when she sensed the aura around Murphy. The believer of the astral dragon subconsciously reached out to hold the sword, but she really lacked majesty in her cute bear pajamas.

As Murphy and Tris looked at her, "Pajama Knight" Liwen's expression changed drastically, and she said:

"Why would you associate with a guy like this?

It was an arrogant person born in the star realm. In the eyes of many star realm demigods, it was an out-and-out descendant of the evil god, acting wildly and without any rules at all.

He is even so arrogant that he dares to challenge my God.

Although its provocation was easily suppressed by our god, and it is said that the Endless One was severely injured in this tragic defeat and escaped by escaping into the turmoil of time in the star realm, it is still too dangerous for mortals.

There have always been evil legends about the Endless One in the ancient East. It is said that it has formed its own cult worship groups many times in the ancient country of Callum. Then, just like the games and jokes of evil gods, the Dragon Emperor noticed those evil servants.

After that, those poor people were immediately abandoned ruthlessly.

Your Excellency, Governor, you shall have no further contact with it.

If you need it, I can call on the power of my god to bless you, so that Mannis can no longer threaten you."

"If you had come five minutes earlier, I would undoubtedly have accepted your suggestion and blessing from the astral dragon, but that is no longer possible."

Murphy sighed and said:

"The Endless One threw out a bait. It was a bait that I, the ruler, could not give up. I knew the danger but I had to bite it. I am such a cunning person."

"Murphy!"

Tris frowned and scolded:

"I don't know what kind of promise Mannis gave you, but I know that you are not a person who will be dazzled by power. You should not lose your mind and make peace with such a dangerous guy. You listen to me."
To be continued...