The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Besides, not only the emperor, but also the eldest princess will not let you go. She won't accept it... Forget it, you probably don't know what's going on behind this, so there's no point in telling you."

"...Damn it!"

The young man slammed his fist on the table and cursed, "Robier is such a hypocritical villain! He actually used the so-called subjects as a cover... Damn bastard!"

Hendrick and other members from the Tower of Babel have become numb, while Ming Fuluo is indifferent and waits quietly for Watson to vent his anger.

Fortunately, this young lord, who was highly regarded by Anser, quickly controlled his emotions. He took a deep breath and said to Ming Fuluo sincerely:

"Ms. Zeger... I believe you definitely don't want Babel Tower to fail. If you have any needs, I will do my best to cooperate!"

"..."

Ming Fuluo lowered her head slightly, and streaks of light flashed across the lenses in her gray-white frames. After a brief silence, she raised her head and said to Watson:

"The best solution I can come up with right now will cost you a lot."

"There is no war without a price." Watson answered without hesitation, "You just tell me what to do."

"very good."

Ming Fuluo didn't say anything more: "Tomorrow, follow my arrangements. Our chances of winning are not completely lost."

She is very happy that her current partner is someone who knows how to choose.

If at this moment, she is still hesitant and unable to make a decision, then Ming Fuluo can only admit defeat.

But since the other party has no hesitation in making sacrifices, then... the current disadvantage may not be impossible to reverse.

She can't lose, and won't lose.

*

During this war, people were stationed in both the Ether Court and the Tower of Babel.

The former was to further observe and understand the effectiveness of the Black Knight in war; and the latter...

The latter is probably just an attempt to make a final change in someone's mind, or to prepare in advance for the worst moment to come.

"…Ms. Zeger."

Count Watson tightly grasped the black ring in his hand, his face full of solemnity: "Really... just do as you say?"

Ming Fuluo's tone was as cold as ever: "I have already made it clear to you before... Forget it, I will repeat it one last time."

"Due to time constraints, the current Nidhogg is still far from perfect. It still has many limitations and negative effects, and is not stable enough. In order to defeat the mechanical suit, we have adopted many very radical designs. As the operator, you are likely to be eaten by it in return, destroying your body and soul. The worst case scenario is direct death, but - "

"But I can win, right?"

As Lord Watson spoke, the heavy look on his face gradually faded away.

"That's right." Ming Fuluo nodded. "Nidhoggr can definitely penetrate the Black Knight's armor. As long as it touches its ether circuit, the war will be over."

"The premise is that you can hold on until that time, and make sure that the Nidhogg cluster is in a highly intact state when it comes into contact with the Black Knights. As for how to keep Nidhogg intact..."

She pushed up her glasses and said, "We already discussed the countermeasures yesterday."

"Yes."

Watson exhaled slowly and put the black bracelet on his wrist.

In an instant, the entire bracelet locked Watson's wrist tightly, and there were fine black lines visible to the naked eye, spreading from the bracelet to his wrist in all directions.

If you look closely, those densely touching "black lines" are actually not lines at all, but countless densely packed...bugs!

"How does it feel?" Ming Fuluo stared at Watson's wrist, with light floating in her eyes.

"...Not very good." Watson's expression was a little distorted. It seemed that the pain he was enduring was far greater than what he could express verbally now.

"It's necessary to establish a link. It's really uncomfortable to have your soul bitten. But it's OK to be able to control Nidhogg normally. Can you do it?"

The young lord took a deep breath, and dense "black lines" flew away from the bracelet, forming a large diffuse black mist in the air. He stared at the black mist in front of him in a daze, and subconsciously reached out to touch it, but was immediately slapped away by Ming Furo.

"They have no other restrictions or settings at the moment. Apart from accepting your orders, they only have the instinct to attack. If you don't want to die, don't move."

"What on earth is this..." Watson muttered to himself in disbelief, "What on earth is this...what? I feel like there is an extra part of my body that I can do whatever I want..."

"I explained it to you clearly yesterday. I don't have time to repeat it again."

Ming Furo's tone was already a little annoyed. In fact, she should have let Watson use Nidhogg once yesterday, but the current finished product would quickly lose its effectiveness after being used once... After all, time did not allow them to make a better product.

"Remember." She stared at Watson and emphasized again and again, "Your only goal is to send Nidhogg into the Black Knight as much as possible. As long as you can achieve this, victory is within reach."

Watson, who seemed to have already taken control of Nidhogg, nodded. He excitedly commanded the tiny but huge swarm of alchemical insects to fly up and down. Without wasting too much time, he soon made the Nidhogg cluster fly away and disappear into the air.

"Then I will go to the front line to command the battle... Haha, although I have never experienced the so-called war, if there is such a killing weapon..."

Watson, with excitement on his face, quickly rushed to the front line, while Ming Fuluo stood there for a while, then turned to Hendrick and said:

"Let's go and find a suitable place to observe. Don't waste this opportunity to test the effect of Nidhogg."

"...Ming Fuluo."

Hendrick's expression was extremely complicated: "Do you really have to... go this far?"

Ming Fuluo frowned slightly: "I thought we had finished this topic a long time ago."

Sacrifice, cost, choice, worth it or not... Hendrick has been trying to communicate with her about these aspects in the past few days, but Ming Fuluo's answers are always concise and cold:

“This is the most reasonable option.”

Especially when she learned that this war would not involve civilians, Ming Furo's heart, which had never had much hesitation, now became colder and harder than steel.

But what Hendrick wanted was not Ming Furo's concession on this matter. He wanted Ming Furo to break away from the vortex of morbid madness. He did not want Ming Furo to be led down a path of no return by her own paranoia.

But the reality... made him too powerless.

It made Hendrick feel extremely terrified and powerless.

It’s as if... it’s as if something is pushing Ming Fuluo, step by step, to where she is today, and to what she is now.

Because after Ming Fuluo invented the ether gun, she encountered many things, those things that she thought were "reasonable choices", if they were less serious, she would not think in a seemingly rational but actually extreme way; if they were more serious, she might have severe emotional ups and downs under the heavy pressure, or even collapse, and then start to reflect.

But neither of these happened.

Whether it's ether guns, mass production of floating guns, new weapons, or this war...

In addition, Ming Fuluo had experienced many events in the past three years that made her become increasingly cold-blooded.

Everything, everything is maintained within a range that makes her more "correct" and "rational".

When Hendrick accompanied Ming Furo to this war, he even had an extremely selfish and cruel hope. He hoped that the civilians who were ruthlessly burned to death by the war, the countless bloody tragedies, and the shattered and burned scorched earth after the war would awaken the humanity and conscience in Ming Furo's heart and give her a chance to break free from the abyss called rationality.

But... it is such a coincidence that this absurd war is even more absurd because it does not involve civilians.

The two lords actually fought like a knights duel, deciding the outcome of the war with a duel.

And in this situation...unable to realize the true cruelty of war, Ming Furo would be even less likely to think that there was anything wrong with her choice.

She just thinks that she is not wrong.

But Mingflora Zeger did not make any mistakes...

Or is someone weaving a vicious curtain, blocking the path that could have led her to awakening and the light, causing her to embark on a path of no return in the endless darkness... which she thinks is the right path?

Chapter 1: The Devil's Companion ③ (w)

"War..."

The emperor sitting high on the throne stared at the scene of two steel torrents colliding on the light curtain, and chuckled: "On a battlefield where only extraordinary people can dominate everything, mortals have to rush to the front line with their tiny strength and fight each other... My daughter, I now understand your childish little hobby."

Her fingers tapped the armrests lightly. “If this play only consisted of extraordinary people fighting each other, and only the exchange of spells and incantations, it would indeed be too boring.”

"Only if all living beings are thrown into this huge furnace..."

The madness flashing in the old emperor's eyes was frightening: "Only then can you forge... a masterpiece that satisfies me!"

The ministers remained silent, but their minds were no longer on the war.

There is no doubt that Effisande's performance symbolizes that she has reached the end of her life. She can no longer control herself, and she can't resist the chaos that is devouring and infecting her soul. The curse of power is about to completely dominate her. Her current appearance... may be the last madness.

On the one hand, we must not provoke His Majesty in the slightest; on the other hand... we must show our goodwill to the eldest princess as soon as possible.

Anyone who decides their attitude towards the Crown Princess based on the outcome of this war is an idiot. Everyone knows that this tyrannical and willful Majesty will win without a doubt. They already have too much information about the Black Knight, and the Ether Academy generously released it. This is not only a display of confidence, but also a display of strength.

Although the Black Knight is different from a normal fifth-level, it can be said to be useless except for fighting, and even in terms of fighting, it cannot compare with most serious fifth-level extraordinary people with flexible minds and rich experience. But strength is strength, even if this steel monster has many flaws, its pure output can still meet the standard of "highly mastering a certain element" and wearing the crown.

Perhaps the Ether Court also sensed something was wrong with the emperor, which is why it publicized this amazing achievement with such fanfare.

Although the Black Knight's strength is the result of the Emperor's unconditional allocation of resources, anyone who knows something about alchemy will be shocked by the... epoch-making design concept of this weapon called mechanical armor.

First of all, if you want to possess extraordinary power, you must have the ability to bear extraordinary power. This ability is basically acquired by nature, but it may not be impossible to transform it later.

The essence of alchemical tools is to give ordinary materials and objects extraordinary qualities through the etheric circuit. By designing and constructing the etheric circuit, and then trying to add various elements, it can be promoted to an extraordinary object.

The ingenuity and complexity of the mechanical equipment alone is enough to deter countless mediocre people from the field of alchemy. Not to mention the terrifying etheric circuit that can only be designed by a true monster.

No one knows how Grand Duke Shenghui came up with this thing. How could he, a fifth-level cultivator who wore a crown through the element of light, have such alchemical talent?

The power of the Black Knight is there. A fifth-level fighter placed on a battlefield where the highest fighter is only a little over fourth-level is a complete massacre.

That's why the steel monster didn't appear right now.

*

Ming Furo, who was flying high in the sky thanks to Hendrick's flying spell, looked down at the battlefield below with a slightly cold expression.

"Haven't you let the Black Knight appear yet? Ha, he's really trying his best to perform."

The war between the two major territories was actually like a drama. The high-level extraordinary people who decided the situation on the battlefield did not take the initiative to attack. Instead, the seemingly well-armed and powerful mortals and ordinary extraordinary people of the first and second levels launched attacks in legions and fought each other.

Furious roars and shrill cries resounded through the sky, blood and scattered limbs were everywhere, and looking from the sky, this vast plain was spreading out in all directions with the center of the battle as the origin, and the deep red that seeped into the ground was spreading out.

The tyrannical emperor cast his sights on a corner of the empire, leaving a bloody scar on that land that could never be healed.

Even Hendrick could vaguely smell the lingering smell of blood.

But Ming Furo just looked down indifferently at the broken blades, cracked armor and corpses below, as if everything was just a part of nature. The death and despair that permeated this land seemed to be just common sense.

Just like the rising and setting of the sun, how can there be no casualties in war? What is there to be moved by?

She knew that this war was caused by her, and because of this, she felt that any mercy and remorse were ridiculous and meaningless hypocrisy.

Therefore, she is not hypocritical, but rather dead and cold, having almost lost her humanity.

"The first stage is almost over." Ming Fuluo murmured, "When the mortal legions have suffered heavy losses, the extraordinary ones will take over this war."

Soon, the battle situation began to develop in another direction just as she said.

"Is it time for the extraordinary people to enter?"

The emperor, who was already somewhat tired of the fighting among mortals, had his eyes slightly lit up: "Don't let me down."

In the light curtain, Linghu Territory set up a warlock position. As the etheric realm was propped up, warlocks began to drive the ether to add various buff spells to the extraordinary warriors who were about to rush to the battlefield, and warlocks who mastered more destructive power began to chant high-level spells with great destructive power. Although there were few battles of this scale, there was no problem with this simple cooperation.

"Everyone!" Robbie Linghu, who was at the front line, shouted, "As long as we can win this war... we can move our territory to the equally rich Watson Territory! We will have a future again!"

The impact of Grand Duke Yuanshu's experiment on Linghu County is much greater than what he said. The etheric veins have a significant impact on the ecological energy and even the extraordinary environment of an area. Robbie is very clear that if he does not find a way to solve this pollution, the so-called "aid" of Grand Duke Yuanshu will be nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

And now, Anser gave him a great opportunity.

An opportunity... one that he absolutely could not miss, but one that carried an extremely huge risk.

The armored extraordinary warriors raised their arms and roared. They stepped onto the battlefield with swords, hammers and axes in their hands and began to run wildly. This was just a tiny group of less than a hundred people, which was not worth mentioning in this war in terms of numbers. However, they trampled out a roar that made the earth tremble!

"There are far fewer warlocks in Watson Territory than we do." In the warlock camp of Linghu Territory, the leading fourth-level warlock seemed very confident. He is currently the strongest combat force in Linghu Territory. Although he is not proficient in combat, he is good at many spells.

He waved his staff, and dark clouds began to fill the sky. The roar of thunder pierced through it, and billowing plasma surged, accumulating tremendous destructive power.

"The second stage." Ming Fuluo whispered, "The two sides are equally strong, but Earl Watson has a special advantage over Earl Linghu, so he should be able to win. The last step is -"

Bang.

The head of the fourth-level warlock suddenly exploded.

Scarlet and white liquid, along with broken skulls and pieces of flesh, splashed onto the faces of the surrounding surgeons.

While they were stunned, another person's head exploded with a "bang", and then someone screamed miserably:

"Ether Guns!!"