The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Anser ignored the burning desire in those eyes and said indifferently: "You have no reason to give in to me, and I have no reason to bow to you, Ivora."

Young Hydra's exquisite cane turned into a hand cannon with the sound of a mechanical expansion. The heavy and gorgeous gun body was the masterpiece of the god of the alchemist field.

"So, you want to fight me here for a game that you don't know what it is?"

Ivora showed an extremely dangerous smile: "I don't mind turning this place and everything further away into scorched earth."

She grabbed Anser's hand and put the muzzle of the gun to her forehead. Her flushed and excited expression was chilling:

"Come on, start now!"

Two future Old Gods were facing off here.

There was no flame burning the sky, no thunder tearing everything apart, no violent storms, no collapse of the heavens and earth... They never demonstrated their power, but it was enough to make anyone tremble from the bottom of their heart.

It was an instinctive submission, the purest fear of a monster whose life level was far superior to his own.

In such a confrontation, Mingfulo Zeger, with her dull eyes, looked so insignificant.

She looked at Ivora, whose face was full of excitement. He didn't care about the city, the civilians here, or anyone else. He only had Anther in his eyes. She understood why Anther said that the game was over.

Because Ansher can control anyone and restrict any extraordinary person with bad intentions, but... it is impossible to restrict Ivora.

When the tyrannical eldest princess sets her sights here and becomes interested in it, then the game is over.

Anther had absolutely no reason to fall out with Ivora over this game. Although the conflict between them was sharp enough, Hydra and Feasting Flame could never be truly hostile to each other.

Anser is now... just maintaining the necessary face. This game has no value to him. He doesn't care about any changes. He just wants to use it to destroy me.

Ming Fuluo thought so, but there was no ripple in her dead eyes.

Because what good would it do to think clearly? Just like every calculation that Anser had carefully arranged in the past, even if he could see clearly in the end, he would be powerless to change anything.

More importantly, this destruction was different from the previous ones. What Anser destroyed was... the beacon of faith that she relied on to move forward in the vast maze.

Now, the sign has been shattered and is barely maintaining its final shape.

But Ming Fuluo no longer dared to move forward.

Because this is no longer a question of sacrifice or not...it's that she simply doesn't know how to move forward, she doesn't know which path is the right one.

If not many people really benefited from it, if not for this fact, which provided the final reinforcement for the signpost, she would probably have been annihilated into nothingness long ago.

Is this... the end?

In her empty eyes, she reflected the scene of Anser with his finger on the trigger.

Both sides took a step back and pretended nothing had happened, but Ivora must have the ability to reverse-analyze the special features that appeared in this field, and then, and then... the worst thing happened.

Ming Fuluo wanted to speak, to avoid this despairing possibility, but she found that she couldn't open her mouth no matter what.

- Do you know what to say? Do you know what to say correctly? Is it really good for innocent civilians to get in on this? Can the plea you want to make... really help them?

That kind of empty despair closed off everything for her.

So, she could only watch, watching all this, and step into the worst——

Bang!

The flame from Gleipnir's gun muzzle was reflected in Ming Furo's dim purple eyes. She was like an old, slow puppet. After three or four seconds, her pupils suddenly contracted.

Just now, Ansel... fired a shot?

"Anser!!!"

The furious roar echoed in the sky above the Little Pelican City. Ivora appeared dozens of meters away. She covered her face with blood gushing out, and her expression was extremely ferocious:

"How dare you...how dare you!"

Bang!

Another gunshot was heard, and the expressionless Hydra pulled the trigger without any hesitation. This time, the sky of the Little Pelican City was instantly covered by raging blood flames. Even the sun's light could not penetrate the fire that brought destruction!

"An-ser!"

"Ivola, am I being too gentle and polite to you?"

Anser said this, tilting his head slightly, and slowly tightening his finger on the trigger:

"Does this really make you think that you are superior to me, Flame, and superior to Hydra?"

He raised his other hand, and the solemn snake ring that symbolized Hydra's identity emitted a dark light.

"Want to give it a try?" The young Hydra smiled, "When my father and your mother come here, who will stand on your side?"

"You... crazy person!"

Ivora, who was standing not far away, looked a little crazy: "Don't think that I will..."

As she spoke, she fell silent.

The bullet that should have shattered Ivora's head ended up just scratching her cheek. But even if it was just a scratch, the abnormal amount of bleeding and the fact that the wound had not yet healed proved the threat of the first shot.

Of course, what made Ivora silent was not this, but the second half of Anser's words.

When silence begins, it becomes clear who is advancing and who is retreating.

"Ivora."

Ansel's voice rang in Ming Furo's ears.

"I want to see this game end successfully, instead of being ruined inexplicably in your hands."

Anser...

A ray of hope suddenly burst out from those dim and dead eyes.

Anser...isn't he just treating this as a casual game?

Yes... He, he actually wants to see all this, he also wants to see such changes... It's not that he never cares, I know it very clearly... He has always cared!

Otherwise, how could he know so clearly how to deal with it? He had actually studied it a long time ago and made preparations a long time ago, but he gave up in the end because of the problem that he couldn't resist.

"Let's go, Ivora." Anserwei raised his chin slightly, "Don't disturb my game, I like it."

Anser... must want to change all this!

In the midst of all despair, Mingflora Zeg found the ray of light that could lead her out of the endless maze and illuminate all the chaos.

If it was Anser, if there was Anser, then everything would be possible -

"Wait...wait! Your Highness, Your Highness the Crown Princess!"

And at this moment, a discordant voice broke into the situation that Ansher had turned into perfection.

Ming Furo looked over in astonishment, and she saw a short and strong man who looked extremely disheveled, stumbling towards Ivora.

He looked so excited and thrilled, and even his face, which was somewhat torn and charred, could not conceal his passion at the moment.

Laurel Moramo, how could he—

When Ming Furo saw what was in the man's arms, her pupils instantly contracted to the extreme.

That was the last bit of soil strengthening agent he had collected!

What is he going to do...what is he going to do!

"Give me the lowly thing... hm?"

Ivola, with a ferocious look on her face, was ready to burn the man to ashes with one glance, but when her eyes fell on the bottle in the man's arms, her eyes brightened instantly.

"this thing……"

"This is, this is the secret that changes everything!"

This man has such extraordinary wisdom, ability, skill, scheming, patience... As a mortal, he is destined to be a talent in any field. Even as a farmer, he remained calm when facing Rozzokela. At this moment, he knelt down to Ivora without hesitation.

He held up all the remaining potions in his hands and shouted in a voice trembling with excitement:

"Please allow me...please allow me to dedicate all this to you!"

what did he say?

Ming Fuluo's empty and dim eyes reflected Laurel's humble figure like dust.

He said he wanted to give the remaining potion... to Ivora?

“Hehehe…hahahahahahaha!”

The eldest princess, who had just been furious and mad, laughed out loud with extreme joy at this moment:

"Anser...Anser! Is this your game? Is this a game you designed specifically to please me?"

Laurel tried to stay calm and said, "Please... please let Pelican City and Watson County go."

In Laurel's eyes, it was perfect and there would be no mistakes.

He didn't know what Ivora wanted. In his opinion, since the conflict between the two big men was about "destroying the game", the only thing Ivora had to do was to destroy it.

If he had said this, it would have been equivalent to stating his position. It was not at all an opposition to Ansel, but on the contrary, he was trying to plead with Ivora.

As for this potion... Lord Anser obviously paid more attention to the game itself, and he obviously didn't take the potion too seriously.

So... this is his only, last, most perfect chance!

"Let this go? Is this what you want from me when you offer this thing to me?"

Ivora loosened the hand that was covering the injury and let the blood flow down. Now when she smiled, there was a kind of strange and enchanting beauty that made people's heart palpitate.

"No, not only that... Please forgive my greed, I, I want..."

Laurel looked up, the light in his eyes was so pure and bright.

"——I want to get the chance to become a superhuman!"

Extraordinary...

Ming Fuluo's body shook.

He used the hope of eliminating hunger to ensure that people throughout the empire and the world would have enough food to eat.

Just to get a chance to become a transcendent?

Like a dog, in exchange for such an opportunity?

"How greedy... But, very good... very good!"

Ivora laughed heartily: "It is this desire, the desire for transcendence, for power... This is what I appreciate most!"

"An...Anser...No, father...father!"

Ming Furo, who had not spoken for who knows how long, had a hoarse and hoarse voice. She held Ansel's arm tightly, and her voice was no longer as indifferent and calm as before.

"No... If Ivora gets the potion, she will have complete control over the soil strengthening potion. Then everything... will be..."

Anser said nothing, but just looked at her calmly and compassionately.

Ming Fuluo raised her head and met those sea-blue eyes, unable to say anything.

She gradually loosened her hands numbly, staggered back two steps, and almost fell to the ground.

This is...his choice.

I gave him the choice.

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

Laurel, a person who could obviously change everything and would be good for everyone, is just an exception... just an exception.

Without him, things wouldn't be like this, without him, nothing would be like this -

"Ming Fuluo, you asked me if Laurel was the person I arranged for you to be, but I didn't give you an answer at that time."

The young Hydra grabbed Ming Fuluo's neck, forcing her to look at the mortal who was kneeling on the ground and devoting everything to the extraordinary person she hoped for, and said word by word:

"I don't have, and I never need to arrange such a person. Do you know why?"

"Arrange... someone he arranged? Hahahaha, you are really confused, poor little doll!"

Ivora laughed and waved his hand to take all the potions, then casually threw a bottle of dark and sticky potion to Laurel. Laurel hurriedly took it and hugged it tightly in his arms as if it were his own child. At the same time, he used all his strength and kowtowed repeatedly:

"Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your greatness, thank you for your magnanimity... Thank you, thank you for everything, Your Highness!"

Ivola ignored this good-for-nothing mortal and continued to mock Ming Fuluo, “If this damn bastard was so considerate and assigned me a role that could make me so happy… I would have loved him a long time ago. But you… I really can’t understand why he would value a guy as stupid as you and deliberately assign you such a person… hehe… hahahaha!”

The extraordinary apex laughed wildly and said: