The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Ruined it!"

In an instant, countless black particles were no longer hidden and suddenly appeared on the back of the corpse's hand. Thin black lines flowed along the fingers like snakes towards the Iron Knight's armor, and then sank into it in an instant and disappeared.

"……it's over."

The Black Knight's armor is nothing compared to Nidhogg - because it "penetrates" the Black Knight's defenses, not by force, but silently "penetrates" into this steel body. No matter how thick the Black Knight's armor is, or how many protective spells are attached to the outside, it cannot stop Nidhogg's infiltration.

"Next, we just need to gnaw and destroy the Black Knight's etheric circuit, and then—"

click -

A crack suddenly appeared on the black knight standing on the ground.

Then, the cracks quickly spread throughout the entire body of this huge machine with increasingly crisp and obvious shattering sounds.

Earl Watson, with blood oozing from his pupils and nostrils and cracked and shattered skin, looked up at the shattered black knight and laughed like a madman:

"I won! I won! I—"

click-

As the cracked black armor was completely shattered, his laughter stopped abruptly.

Because... he saw the light.

A dazzling light burst out from the broken cracks.

When the black armor of the entire body was completely peeled off, the Black Knight did not collapse at all. Instead, it revealed a thinner, more delicate, and more elegant...pure white body!

"...No, that's not right...this is impossible."

Ming Fuluo's pupils began to shake violently, and her fingertips began to tremble. Her voice, which was always cold and indifferent, also showed a very clear fluctuation at this moment: "External independent circuit armor... that is a layer... the remnant that deceived Nidhogg?!"

"Good morning, Miss Zeger."

Conrad Shenghui appeared on the shoulder of the Black Knight. He patted the pure and flawless beautiful armor and said with a bright smile:

"Nidhoggr... well, an amazing, awe-inspiring design."

"By bypassing the exterior of the alchemical equipment and directly destroying the internal etheric circuit, you can achieve fundamental destruction. It can even work on the extraordinary person himself, devouring flesh and blood, devouring ether, and even gnawing at the soul... You are really a genius in the field of 'destruction', Miss Zeger. From firearms to floating guns, from floating guns to Nidhogg, oh... It seems that you have also participated in the design of many special firearms? Tsk tsk tsk..."

He lamented: "I can't imagine what kind of cruel and violent brain can construct these things, each one more horrible than the last."

"What a pity." The outstanding genius of the Ether Academy tapped his temple with regret, "It's too inhumane. It's not a good thing."

"Remember those members of the Tower of Babel who were expelled from the alchemy workshop by you?"

He raised his head and said this to Ming Fuluo in the sky with a bright smile.

"Although they know very little, only a few words, it is enough for us to infer and restore what you want to design. Besides..."

The behemoth that had occupied the empire for hundreds of years vented its purest malice to her:

"Even if we are unlucky and you catch one of us, how many people do you think we still have left in the Tower of Babel?"

I see.

Ming Fuluo, whose eyes had lost their luster, whispered in her heart.

It turns out to be... a betrayer, another betrayer.

Just like grandpa.

The few people who had been taught the prototype of Nidhogg by Anser leaked the information to the Ether Institute.

They didn't dare to offend Hydra, so they wouldn't reveal any information about Hydra, but the people in the Aether Institute were not fools. They didn't have the ability to design Nidhogg, but it was not difficult at all to simply infer the design purpose of Nidhogg.

So at the very beginning, they were well prepared - they put a layer of external independent ether circuit armor on this so-called "black" knight. The ether circuit corroded by Nidhogg was not the black knight's body at all, but just a... useless shell!

Conrad's words were clearly heard by the emperor through the light curtain.

"Hahahaha-"

Effisand did not hide his joy at all, and laughed heartily: "Interesting...Interesting! Even if I don't know the specific process and cause, this desperate counterattack, but in the end being firmly controlled by the opponent, is really a pleasure for the body and mind!"

"Useless... a bunch of useless people from Babel Tower!"

In contrast to her mother's joy, a tangible fire burned in Ivora's eyes. She slowly squeezed out words of rage from between her teeth that seemed to burn the air:

"None of you can escape!"

Everyone saw the Crown Princess's almost insane rage and prepared to immediately sever ties with Babel Tower. Everyone knew that Babel Tower was finished and would not have any more chances.

The old emperor with a terrifying smile stood up and said, "This is a perfect performance that satisfies me very much... Anser, you——"

"Wait, Your Majesty."

The young Hydra, who had remained silent, was still looking at the light curtain. He blinked and said in a rather unexpected tone:

"The situation seems... a little different from what Conrad described."

Just as Anser was speaking, the white giant standing on the battlefield suddenly took a step forward.

Conrad, who was standing on the shoulder of the armor, was slightly startled, then he looked down at the black knight, frowned and said: "Lunkev, what are you doing?"

The driver of this mechanical suit can only be someone from Linghu Territory. He is the strongest fourth-level warrior in Linghu Territory and can fully utilize the effectiveness of the mechanical suit. But now, it seems...

"Sir Conrad, I don't know!"

Lenkav said in great horror: "It, it is out of my control! Wait... No! No!"

The pure white slender knight grasped the long sword stuck in the ground and slowly pulled it out. Then he turned around and raised the huge sword like a city wall high up, and then...

boom! ! !

A gust of air at least a thousand meters long rose into the sky, and the remaining soldiers of Linghu Territory were directly blown to pieces by this sword. Even the life and death of Earl Linghu was uncertain. But this was not over yet. It raised the sword again and slashed fiercely at the air. The horrifying gust of air lifted up the entire ground and turned into a huge wave of mud and rubble, completely burying the remaining soldiers of Linghu Territory.

Under the stunned or shocked gazes of everyone, including those in the palace hall, the machine went crazy, unleashing its violence on a battlefield where there were not many survivors. The [Light of the Skyfall], which made Grand Duke Shenghui famous, bombarded everything around it indiscriminately. The huge spell array pattern covering the sky was constantly pouring down destructive light rain all around. Continuous explosions occurred on the entire battlefield. Conrad was forced to flee because he knew the power of this spell better than anyone else. At the same time, he shouted in extreme shock and anger:

"Mingfroy Zeg! What on earth have you done? Are you crazy? Are you going to kill me too?"

Hendrick was also shocked. From hope to despair, from despair to numbness, and now to the current situation where everyone was caught off guard and ran away, he could only grab Ming Fuluo's shoulders to jump through space when he reacted, and then shook her anxiously:

"Ming Fuluo, what did you do? Is this Nidhogg's problem? Why did the Black Knight become like this?!"

"...No, it's not..."

Ming Fuluo, with dull eyes, murmured in a low voice: "Nidhoggr has been completely consumed and has not penetrated into the Black Knight's body."

"Then how could it...how could it be like this!?"

"……I have no idea."

Even if Nidhogg invaded the Black Knight's etheric circuit, it only had the most basic destructive function. Ming Fuluo saw the prospect of this great design, but did not have enough time to conduct more in-depth research. Even if in theory, Nidhogg should have this function, as long as it tampered with the etheric circuit, the operator could use his own will...

... Nidhogg was able to do such a thing. But Nidhogg was not the only one who could tamper with the right to use alchemical tools.

But the changes in the Black Knight, this loss of control... don't seem to be related to any other means. At the moment, the one who is most related can only be Nidhogg.

Is there anyone in this world who knows how to create Nidhogg, a stronger and more comprehensive Nidhogg?

Is there any other alchemist in this world who can turn this idea that transcends his time into reality?

At this moment, Ming Fuluo was freezing cold...

See the devil smiling at you.

Chapter 7: The Devil's Companion④ (K)

The Ether Institute's armor collapsed.

After it ran wildly like crazy, not long after, this gold-eating monster, which had consumed countless resources, disintegrated into a large piece of scrap metal.

Now, no one dared to speak, and one could hear a pin drop in the palace.

The devastated battlefield was projected onto the light screen.

It is no exaggeration to say that this vast plain has been nearly blasted into a basin by the Black Knight. A single slash of his sword could tear an abyss across the earth, and a sweep of the sword could lift up the ground, not to mention the pile of light spells that excel in energy output.

Now there is good news and bad news for Ethereum.

The good news is that they have proved that the mechanical suit is indeed an extraordinary thing. Although the Alchemical Fortress is definitely still the pinnacle of alchemical creations, perfectly combining functionality and lethality, the existence of the mechanical suit has already hinted at surpassing the Alchemical Fortress in terms of "destruction".

Even though its output alone cannot reach the level of the Alchemy Fortress, its high mobility and plasticity are destined to make it a promising prospect in subsequent development and improvement.

The bad news is, well…

Because of this accident, it is now impossible to determine who wins and who loses.

If someone dared to say, "Since the war has come to this point, why not call it a draw between Your Majesty and Your Highness", then all the nobles and ministers present would have to thank his entire family and promise to take good care of his wife and daughter.

After all, this is the truth. These two devils had to have a way out, but the one who built the way basically couldn't even leave a complete body. He was probably burned to death on the spot.

So... many people secretly turned their attention to Anser.

If there is someone who can both set up a good step and get out of it safely...

Lord Anser, you will definitely not let us down, right?

With a slightly expectant look in his eyes, Anser stared at the light screen and suddenly said:

"Hmm...it seems there are still survivors."

The hearts of the nobles and ministers sank suddenly.

Lord Anser, you are so confused!

The fact that there are still survivors means that the war is not over in a strict sense.

But both sides have already used up all the means they can, and now who wins and who loses depends entirely on luck.

If His Majesty wins, who knows how many people will suffer in the rage of the eldest princess; and if the eldest princess wins...

The ministers and nobles didn’t dare to think about what would happen next.

So now they felt a pang of pain in their hearts, wondering how could Lord Anser, who always knew how to maintain balance and was smart and quick, suddenly make such a big mistake at this time?

Wouldn't it be better for everyone if we just keep it vague and let this matter go?

Or... this young Hydra actually has his own considerations at this moment?

The image on the screen gradually enlarged and enlarged. A young man covered in blood and unrecognizable was crawling out from the rubble with great difficulty. He was gasping for breath, and the sound of his breathing was hoarse and intermittent, as if his lungs were torn open.

Even though he was in such a state of disgrace that he would not be surprised if he died in the next second, Kaitomoto Watson fell to his knees and howled madly to the sky:

"I win! I win! Hahahaha! I win!"

The nobles were so scared that their scalps almost split open. After all, as lords, it was normal for them to bring some life-saving alchemical items with them in such a war, and with enough luck, they could survive.

But if you want to survive, just survive. Why would you want to die like this?

"win?"

As expected, the emperor, who had been in a good mood just now and had not been so happy for a long, long time, sneered: "He said he won?"

The nobles and ministers remained silent. Now... even if someone offered to help, this matter would never end.

The winner must be decided here.

Effisand's eyes swept across the light curtain and then immediately fixed on a certain point.

She raised her hands expressionlessly and clenched them, and then the battlefield thousands of miles away began to vibrate and hum.

In the ruins that the emperor was staring at, there was a figure that looked even more miserable than Earl Watson. As she raised her hand, she pulled it out from the rubble and soil and threw it to the ground.

His limbs were all broken and he was still bleeding profusely. If it weren't for the fluorescent alchemical item on his chest keeping him alive, he would have died long ago.

There is no doubt that the only people who can possess powerful enough life-saving items in this war are Earl Watson and Earl Linghu.

"There are only these two left. Are all the others dead? Haha, just in time."

A cruel and ferocious smile appeared on the old face: "Since there are still two left, this duel will start again. The one who is standing at the end will be the winner!"

As she said this, the power in her body slowly surged, and there was even a hint of wanting to restore both of them at the same time, allowing them to fight again at their best.

"You—" Ivola turned and glared at him, "This is a war! Not a duel!"

After all, as the war progresses, it will be clear who will win and who will lose.

"This is not a war, nor a duel."

Effisand looked down at his daughter expressionlessly. "It's mine, Yugi."

"I have the final say on the rules of the game, Ivora. So now, if I say this is a duel, then it is a duel."

Just as Ivora was about to lose control of his rage and Efesand was about to restore the two lords, the young man who had caused the trouble in the first place suddenly spoke up: