The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The end of the road to heaven is currently only at level five, and no one has ever found the way to reach level six.

The four Old Gods who were destined to be dominated by madness, used, toyed with, and dominated them at will for nearly a thousand years with life levels and strength that completely crushed them.

As long as the gods die, these fifth-level transcendents... will be the new gods of this earth.

Which extraordinary person who has reached this level would be willing to be ordered around by a madman and have his life dominated by his moods? And who... can resist the temptation to become such a "god"?

But they never had the chance. The emperor had no restrictions on giving birth to offspring, but descendants with sixth-level qualifications appeared randomly; and Hydra would only produce offspring at the end of their lives. Therefore, the end of their madness was often staggered - either the middle-aged emperor was capable of putting an end to the terrifying monster in its final stages, or the mature Hydra was capable of putting an end to the aging king.

No matter which situation it is, it can be guaranteed that one of the divine species will still be able to dominate this continent after eliminating the other. This empire has decades, which is enough for them to kill the fifth-level extraordinary people who try to sever their bloodline inheritance thousands of times.

Even the worst case scenario is that the Emperor and Hydra fight each other. This major event has only happened twice in the history of the empire. In other cases, the Emperor and Hydra voluntarily stepped into the end and passed on their power to the next generation.

And now... the empire is in the most special period since its founding.

——The emperor who was unwilling to die fell into madness, and Hydra, who should have been able to maintain his sanity for a longer time, now had not much time left due to unknown reasons.

Theoretically speaking, the day of the fatal battle between Flamel and the Emperor will surely come, and after the decisive battle, Flamel's soul will be one step closer to self-destruction under the erosion of endless information, and he will definitely not live long.

And as long as this is the case, the bloodline of the Emperor and Hydra can be cut off at the same time, and Flamel can survive his final madness in a short period of time.

The empire...will change hands again, and there will be no more gods.

As for what would happen to the empire if Hydra went crazy...what did it matter?

It’s enough for them, the fifth-level crowns, to survive. The founding emperor was able to establish an empire in the dead silence after the destruction of the Zhengtian Dynasty. Can’t they do it?

Ming Furo revealed a very grim fact in just a few words - that is, neither Ansor nor Hydra was actually safe at all.

“I don’t know exactly when that time will come.”

Ming Fuluo said: "But I think... Lord Anser should be prepared for this, so since Lord Anser wants me to evaluate Miss Lance, I can only point out this point-"

"No matter how much preparation Lord Anser has made."

She spoke coldly and mechanically, like a tool beating materials in an alchemy workshop: "You, who cannot control your emotions or even your strength, must be the biggest destabilizing factor."

Xitana bit her lips tightly, and her rising and falling chest told of her current raging anger, but her silence and slightly trembling body proved that she had no way to refute Ming Furo's words.

What if... What if Anser is really that dangerous? Can I do everything right? Can I make sure I don't hurt him because of my impulse? Can I...

Ansher placed his hand on Hitana's hand, without saying much, he gently pried open her tightly clenched fist and clasped his fingers together with her delicate ones.

"Ming Fuluo."

As Xitana gradually calmed down, Anser looked at the smart and rational man who was still imprisoned in the puppet.

Yesterday he and Xitana tortured Ming Furo until the early morning. Ming Furo should have been lying on the sofa in Anser's bedroom as Xitana thought, but Anser used potion to wake her up, giving her clear mind and allowing her to think clearly about what she should do in just a few hours.

"Your words are undoubtedly telling me one thing."

He chuckled and said, "You think you are the one who will never affect my plan and is countless times more stable than the unstable Xitana, right?"

"Yes."

"So," the young Hydra stared into the gorgeous yet cold and empty purple eyes and sighed, "Is this your answer, your choice?"

Anser gave her two options.

Should I continue trying to reject and confront him, or should I choose to temporarily surrender and cooperate until the last moment comes, and then find a way to resolve the last obstacle to realizing my ideal?

Ming Furo chose the latter. Just as she could see that the situation in Hydra was not optimistic, she knew even more clearly that... after the Tower of Babel fell into Anther's hands, she had no choice.

It was not robbery, nor was it insidious deception... Even Ming Fuluo didn't know how he did it. Anyway, the emperor gave the Tower of Babel to Anser. And Anser? Not to mention asking for it, he probably didn't even make a subtle hint, and just took the entire Tower of Babel from the domineering and self-centered Ivora.

This is a good thing, a huge thing in the eyes of all Babel members.

But only Ming Furo knew that... Anser's vision and future never had room for the era she was looking forward to.

Even so, she could only lower her head slightly and responded in a calm tone: "Yes, this is my choice."

Rather than witnessing the collapse of the Tower of Babel in the midst of a storm, it is better to gamble on developing a power that can completely change the world while moving forward unimpeded under the protection of Hydra.

If we lose even the present, what’s the point of talking about the future?

"If you need anything," Mingfuluo Zeger, who recognized the reality and made a choice, whispered, "Please tell me, Lord Anser."

The leaders of the clan watched silently. From their own perspective, it didn't matter what Anser did, but from an objective point of view...

This woman must have made a very bad choice.

"Now that you mention it..." Anser said meaningfully, "It suddenly occurred to me that there is indeed something I need you to do."

"Please say."

"Your true form." He rested his chin on Xitana's shoulder, smiling, "It's been a long time since you last saw the sun."

"..."

Ming Fuluo's body froze and she didn't respond.

"After I take over the Tower of Babel, you won't have to worry about the threat from the Ether Institute. I'm not Ivora. Since I guarantee that your path will be unobstructed, the Ether Institute will no longer do things that they shouldn't do. What's more... they are all a little overwhelmed now."

After the game, while Anser gained a lot, he also pushed the Ether Court into the fire pit. Although the emperor was coaxed into a good mood by Anser's words, he thought he had dealt a heavy blow to his daughter's arrogance and proved that as long as she was still alive, she would always be the master of the empire, but after that...

As the "culprit" who made the ending of this game so ridiculous, although the Ether House would not be burned to ashes by Ephisand, it was bound to suffer serious injuries, and among the nine supreme seats, at least one or two unlucky people would die.

"As for Soran's restraints, well... judging from your current appearance, you should be almost done with them, so..."

A gentle, harmless smile appeared on the young Hydra's face. "You don't have to continue using puppets anymore, do you?"

"A body that perfectly matches the soul will be more helpful for daily life and experimental research. This is also a good thing for you."

After a brief silence, Ming Fuluo nodded slightly: "I understand, Lord Anser."

"You don't have to call me that." Anser waved his hand. "Just call me Anser, as always."

"……Yes."

Ming Fuluo stared into those ocean-blue eyes and whispered softly, "Just like... always."

After Ming Fuluo left, Lawrence couldn't help but run all the way to Anser's feet, squatted there and squeaked, "Young Master, that female puppet...didn't you want her before? Now you want to take her as your contract leader?"

Its casual attitude seemed a bit presumptuous, after all, Flamel was still sitting there drinking tea. But no one thought there was anything wrong, because the relationship between Qi Shou and Hydra was just like that, never a superior-subordinate relationship.

Anser bent down, touched Lawrence's head with his fingers, and chuckled, "It's hard to say whether it's her or not."

"If the young master needs the head of the devil," Torado said, "it is not appropriate to choose a transcendent who walks on the road to heaven."

"You're here again." Shushu, who was touched comfortably by Anser, rolled his eyes. "The purpose of the Qi Shou was to help the young master share the pressure. Do you really want the young master to find a psychopath like you?"

"Those who dare not even step into the abyss are not worthy of being a seeker of truth."

Torado sneered, and complex and mysterious patterns appeared faintly on his snow-white warlock robe: "The truth is endless, and the world that can be glimpsed on the road to heaven is too narrow and shallow."

"Torador is right."

Tyr, who was usually taciturn, also spoke at this time: "That girl is right. The young master's situation... is not optimistic. He needs a strong enough force. If he can find someone with the same talent as Torado in the way of magic, it should be more beneficial to the young master."

"I wonder what you are all panicking about..." Lawrence turned around in a circle, wondering, "The young master must have his own plans. Do you think there is anyone in the empire who can't be schemed by the young master, and who can scheme against the young master in return? Old Sa, don't you think so?"

"The master and the young master have their own considerations." As a butler, Savile rarely expressed his subjective opinions. "But Lawrence is right. There is no one in the empire who can threaten the young master in terms of wisdom."

"That's right, boss, don't you think? There's nothing to worry about... Boss, boss?"

"……Um?"

Flamel, who was holding the teacup in a daze, came back to his senses after Lawrence called him. The mature and handsome middle-aged man smiled slightly embarrassedly:

"I was just wondering if we should kill all the fifth-order people in the empire... What were you talking about just now?"

"……Well."

Lawrence shrank his head and didn't dare to speak.

It was Anser who calmly took over the topic: "There is no need to do such a ridiculous thing, father. Efesand would not allow you to do so."

"She is corrupted like you, but she is not stupid... I am your biggest obstacle, and the key to her turnaround when the day of death comes. She will not allow me to be in an environment without threats, or... do you want to go to war with her now?"

"...That's true." Flamel stroked his chin, laughed and shook his head, "I really haven't thought it through as thoroughly as you have, Arthur. So, you must have made preparations in advance."

"of course."

Anser responded: "I still have a lot to do, and that doesn't include dying at the hands of her or any other fifth-ranker."

His calmness and confidence made Lawrence, who was looking up at him, show great admiration. Even the arrogant warlock Torado and Tyr, who was not very expressive, bowed their heads slightly to show respect.

The Hydra's covenant heads will not be inherited, and after Hydra's death, the covenant heads will not have much time left. Because the chaos and madness shared by Hydra will not dissipate with the death of Hydra, but will become more and more intense with the death of the main body of Hydra. In fact, their lives have entered the countdown with the demise of Flamel.

But they have followed Flamel through a life that is more legendary than a legend, and have almost no regrets. Some of the pledge leaders may choose to die with Flamel, some may end their lives somewhere after terminating their last connection with the world, or choose to die in the most spectacular way.

Legendary figures like them respect Anser not out of status difference, but out of genuine and pure admiration for their young master.

"Then I will be leaving now, father."

Anser helped Xitana to stand up: "There is still a lot to do."

"Well, remember to go see your mother... She was very angry because we didn't let her come to our chat session."

Flamel smiled and raised his teacup towards Anser.

"...I will." Ansher nodded slightly and left the courtyard with Xitana.

Flamel stared at the young man's departing back, at the bright golden hair that was exactly the same as his wife's, and his eyes suddenly became dazed and confused.

But the trance only lasted for a moment, and he brought the teacup to his lips and took a sip.

"Savier."

The declining Hydra suddenly said: "Arthur, he will become the greatest Hydra. I remember I told you, right?"

"Yeah." Lawrence climbed onto the tea table and nodded, "Boss, you've said it countless times."

"Are there so many?"

The man laughed and said, "Well... there should be so many."

He stroked the wall of the teacup. His blue eyes, identical to Anser's, reflected the water in the cup, as well as countless... crazy scenes that only he could see, but were unrecognizable and incomprehensible.

“It’s just that I think about it a lot of the time.”

Flamel, who didn't know what he was looking at, said softly:

"If Arthur was not Hydra, would he have had a greater and more beautiful life?"

"..."

The leaders remained silent. They could speak freely to Flamel, but they were not qualified to express their opinions and feelings in this regard.

"My son had no choice in his birth, but I did."

"I chose to bring him into this world... But does he hate the blood flowing in his body, the curse entangled in his soul, and me who brought him into this world?"

Flamel drank the tea in the cup, took the wine brewed by Ansel from Savile, filled his own cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Pfft...cough cough cough...I don't know who Arthur learned this from. I never drink."

The man smacked his lips. "Why does he drink wine as if it were tea? Never mind... I think it tastes pretty good."

Flamel Hydra stood up, walked to the middle of the courtyard, and cast his gaze toward the highest point of the imperial capital, toward the second sun that burned all day long.

The person sleeping in the fire woke up and gave him a cold and dangerous look.

"You are a lingering loser and you have no right to look me in the face like that, Effisandr."

The man in a noble suit and with an elegant and graceful temperament smiled - that hideous, cruel, violent... terrifying smile mixed with all the negative emotions proved that he was not as rational as he appeared in real life. Everything was like the madness in those sea-blue eyes.

"or."

He smiled and said, "From now on, let the empire be destroyed in your hands and mine."

shadow.

At this moment, a shadow that did not exist in reality completely enveloped the entire imperial capital.

Although the weather was fine and the sun was shining, everyone living in this huge city suddenly felt a shudder in their hearts and felt an unspeakable horror and chill. They subconsciously raised their heads, but had no idea where the fear from the bottom of their hearts came from. They could only see the dazzling sunshine.

Flamel raised his left hand. At a height of ten thousand meters above the imperial capital, at the bottom of the huge alchemical fortress... an extremely large gun muzzle appeared.

The treasure from the Zhengtian Dynasty that Flamel dug out from the Zero Point Maze, and then upgraded and transformed by him - the alchemical fortress, Notong.