A Few Screws Loose
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"Please, have some mercy, my lords!"
"We're only here to make up the numbers. We have no intention to fight with you at all."
"We admit we're in the wrong. We shouldn't have listened to those b*stards from the fourth dimension. I promise there won't be next time."
Seeing the Eldritchs and the other high-combat-power fighters dead, the survivors knelt and begged for mercy. They were quivering and did not even entertain the thought of resisting.
"What should we do with them?" asked Cultivator Junjun.
"Where are you all from?" asked Blackie as his gaze swept across them all.
"We're from the sixth dimension and went to the third dimension in pursuit of power."
"We're locals from the third dimension and only came after the Eldritchs had bewitched us!"
"I'm from the fifth dimension and only just got out of the third dimension. I hate myself for not being able to resist the Eldritch's temptation!"