The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Young Hydra murmured in his heart: It is not okay to tell my mother in advance and let her face it.

Since he saw the future last night, he has not closed his eyes for a moment and has rejected one plan after another.

At first, the first thought that came to Anser's mind was to run away, to a place where no one knew, even if it was to the Zero Point Maze.

But within a few seconds, he rejected the idea.

Because... the assassin was too well prepared.

The action in which Flamel ordered the heads of the Qie to search for materials was carried out in secret. Not only did they know about this, they also knew when Flamel would extract all the heads of the Qie and gather them in the Zero Point Maze. The place where they carried out the assassination was even the flower sea space that Flamel had specially opened up for Anelisa!

You know, although Hydra was nominally "enfeoffed" by the emperor and had its own territory in the empire, the two were never in a subordinate relationship. Hydra's coercion in the territory for thousands of years had already formed a kind of domain, and even the emperor could not easily spy on the situation in the territory.

And these people were able to break through Hydra's domain and even see through this secret space that no one knew about except their family of three. This meant... it would be useless no matter where they escaped to.

The second thought was to seek shelter.

Whose protection? Of course, it can only be the emperor's protection.

But this idea was quickly rejected.

In a world with only four Old Gods... who could do this? Who could do something so extreme?

Although the emperor obviously had no conflict with Hydra, and on the contrary, he had to rely on Hydra to advance to the seventh level by burning and absorbing a huge amount of world information, but who can tell what the increasingly confused and crazy Efesandre is thinking? Nothing that madman does is surprising!

And then, it was his previous test of Anelisa - hoping that by informing Anelisa in advance, his mother would be on guard and prepared to confront the five fifth-level transcendents head-on.

But the facts proved that...the five assassins who could kill Anelisa almost instantly in two seconds were definitely not people that Anelisa, who was not good at fighting, could fight against if she was prepared.

Calling for help from other fifth-level transcendents is a bad idea. Once the enemy is alerted, the confirmed time becomes unknown. Before Flamel returns, they may launch an assassination at any time, and Anser will lose his only advantage.

Even calling Flamel back through the close connection between the Soul Head and Hydra's soul has become a luxury. His father... is too deep and far away.

boom!

After shutting the door heavily and locking it tightly, Anser collapsed and sat down, holding his head with trembling body, mumbling to himself in a vaguely crazy tone:

"There is still a way... there is still a way... there must be a way... Anser... think quickly... think quickly!"

"Think quickly!"

The boy roared in a childish voice, and knelt down and curled up on the ground, with his ten fingers deeply embedded in his face. The glaring scarlet bloodstains were heartbreaking, but coupled with his eyes full of madness, it was chilling.

"Mother... mother..."

"There must be another way. I can protect my mother... I can..."

“I can’t run away, I can’t seek shelter, I can’t wait for my father, and my mother is no match for me…haah…haah…”

His breathing gradually became heavier, and his childish voice began to distort, twisting into... overlapping sounds, as if they were coming from the throat of some strangely constructed monster.

power.

Such a word emerged in the boy's mind.

Yes...power.

If there is nothing I can do but confront her head on, and my mother is unable to resist, I am the only one left...

Only I can, as long as I have the power, I can protect my mother.

He immediately climbed up hurriedly using his hands and feet, and began to rummage through the bookshelf that Flamel had carefully maintained, throwing to the ground secret books that could have caused fifth-level extraordinary people to kill each other and cause a river of blood.

"As long as there is...power."

As he searched through the books, he muttered to himself in a nightmare: "I can... I am Hydra, I am a born god... Even if I don't inherit my father's power, even if I am only at the fifth level... Even if I don't have a contract, I can still do it..."

At this moment, the boy's pupils suddenly appeared with circles.

The pure black, abyss-like... ripples that had never appeared in his clear ocean-blue eyes before.

"Can……"

He let out a low roar that was almost violent and insane:

"Kill...them!"

The spirit species are born at the sixth level, which is their innate destiny. What they get from their fathers is nothing but pure power that is enough to help them reach the peak in an instant.

As long as I can find a way to charge my own strength to the fifth level, as long as I can find a way to make myself that powerful, no matter what the cost, no matter what the sacrifice is... As long as I can do this, my mother can be saved!

No matter...what it costs!

And the more he madly and persistently craved the purest power, the purest... power, the black lines in his pupils condensed into an even purer black dye, which little by little, invaded, swallowed up, and... erased the intoxicating sea blue.

“Found it…Found it!”

Ansel, who had walked around Flamel's study countless times and read the books over and over again, immediately found what he needed most.

"I can also create a magic array that can increase the quality and absorption efficiency of ether magic crystals by ten to a hundred times. It is simple in structure." Anser murmured in a trembling voice, "... plus, the family's inventory of magic crystals accumulated for thousands of years!"

"...No, it's not enough. There's more."

He suddenly closed the book, seemed to sense something, and immediately ran to the mirror in the study.

The boy saw his eyes in the mirror. In his eyes, there was a dark color that seemed to have life.

But at this moment, Ansher did not feel any terror or fear.

He only felt pure peace of mind.

“Ectoplasm…”

Anser whispered in a dreamy voice, reaching out to touch his own eyes in the mirror.

"Yes, and my ectoplasm, my...power."

Standing at the pinnacle of Warcraft with its back against the abyss, Hydra possesses an unreasonable trait when it comes to spiritual power, a rare and extremely special power in the world.

——They can freely choose a certain spiritual essence within a certain range of their innermost expectations, and can even determine the specific effects of the spiritual essence to a certain extent.

Ansel's father, Flamel, chose the spiritual essence related to alchemy, which enabled him to achieve the great achievements he has today, but Ansel has not yet chosen his own spiritual essence.

He looked at the ominous, terrifying darkness that seemed to swallow up everything and even destroy himself, and murmured thankfully:

"Not choosing ectoplasm...that's great."

The choice of spiritual essence is extremely important to Hydra, as it concerns their future growth direction. Although they have a second chance to choose due to the existence of the Spirit Head, generally speaking, the first choice of spiritual essence determines the future of Hydra.

Ten-year-old Ansel naturally has not yet chosen his future direction. He is full of longing and curiosity about this world. Moreover, under the influence of the vast knowledge from that world, he has his own insights and opinions on everything. The choice of spiritual essence is extremely important to him.

And now little Ansel believes that this must be the most correct choice in his life.

"I feel you……"

The boy stroked his pupils in the mirror with one hand and his eyeballs with the other hand. His index finger even sunk directly into the darkness that almost submerged his entire eyes.

"strength……"

He had no fear, no panic, no negative emotions, and murmured happily and peacefully:

"Just give me... the power to protect my mother."

"It doesn't matter what the cost."

*

In Anser's room, after finishing the decoration, Anelsa clapped her hands with a smug look on her face.

"Finished! Hehe, Anser will be so moved that he will throw himself into my arms and cry when he sees this!"

The day before yesterday, Ansher told Anelisa that he would continue to patrol the southern end of the territory. Anelisa was puzzled because he had just said that he would wait for Flamel to come before setting off, but now he wanted to go out again. This was a bit strange, but although it felt strange, she didn't take it too seriously.

[Arthur is always impatient]

When she was wondering about Ansel's changes, this thought suddenly popped into her mind and dispelled her doubts.

Of course, Anelisa also did a good job of security. Although there was no one in the world who dared to attack and kill Hydra, Anelisa was not so careless as to let Anser go out alone.

The wait lasted for two days, during which time Anelisa was not idle. According to her idea of ​​that day, she collected a lot of gifts and greeting cards for Ansher in Hydra City. Even after the news spread, the gifts in front of the gate of Hydra Manor piled up into a small mountain overnight.

Anelsa diligently picked and chose some of the most thoughtful and exquisite gifts, and carefully placed them in Ansel's bedroom. From the floor to the walls, from the walls to the ceiling, they were all either piled up or hung with exquisite gifts.

She also specially cut out all the wishes and gratitude for Ansel, and then pieced them together into a colorful, big heart, and placed it at the head of Ansel's bed. Looking at the words with different handwriting and content but the same sincere emotions, Anelisa herself was moved.

All the decorations in the room and the words of blessing and gratitude were all made by Anelisa by hand in these two days without using any supernatural powers.

At the moment of completion, she felt a great sense of satisfaction, not only the satisfaction of making Anser happy, but also the satisfaction of Anser receiving recognition and support from so many people, and the satisfaction of her son achieving such an achievement at such a young age.

It is the purest and happiest satisfaction that Anelisa feels as a mother.

"Arthur should be back soon, hehehehe...I wonder how happy he will be when he sees these!"

After taking another extremely satisfied look around the bedroom, Anilissa left the bedroom contentedly. As soon as she closed the door, her eyes lit up instantly because she felt Anser's breath, a breath that she was very familiar with...

"……what?"

In just a moment, Anelissa's expression froze.

"Arthur..."

The woman's expression changed slightly, and her figure immediately disappeared in the corridor. Then she jumped out from the potted plant at the door of the teleportation room. She didn't even knock on the door, but pushed it open and walked in.

"Arthur, what's the matter with you? You—"

Anilissa, who looked anxious, was stunned the moment she saw Ansher.

"What's the matter, mother?"

The boy tilted his head and smiled gently, "I haven't seen you for just two days, do you miss me so much?"

Exactly the same clothes as before leaving, exactly the same face, exactly the same temperament, as if... nothing has changed.

Those ocean-blue eyes were still so clear, and so gentle that it made one's heart stop beating.

It seemed that at that moment just now, when Anser came back through the teleportation array, the coldness and terror he felt, the extremely familiar darkness that seemed to swallow up everything... were all illusions.

No...that's not right!

Even though she didn't notice anything unusual, her mother's intuition made Anilissa walk quickly to Anser. She squatted down, held the boy's face with both hands, and asked in a very soft voice:

"Arthur, what's wrong with you?"

"what happened?"

Anser looked at his mother in confusion: "I'm fine, what's wrong with you?"

“No…” Anilissa held Anser’s cheek with a little more force. “Your breath, at that moment just now… was clearly the breath of the abyss!”

"You haven't made the vow yet, you're still a child, how could you...how could you have such a strong aura of the abyss!"

"Mother."

Anser gently touched Anilissa's face and said, "Are you too worried about your father? You are under too much pressure and you have this kind of hallucination..."

"Anser!"

The woman yelled angrily, "Don't try to lie to me! How many times have I told you that I am your mother! Don't ever try to lie to me in your life!"

She stared at Anser's eyes intently, and her voice changed from anger to weak pleading:

"Tell mom what happened? Mom will help you. No matter what the problem is, I can solve it."

But her son, who seemed so familiar and yet so strange, just looked at her and smiled.

"It's okay, mother." The boy murmured in a trance and unreal way, "It's okay now, it won't matter..."

But the next moment, he came back to his senses, as if he was completely unaware of what he had just said and said, and smiled:

"Don't talk so much for now, mother. I want to go and see the flowers."

"..."

She finally understood why she felt strange.

It was unstable. Her son was extremely unstable now. He seemed like he could collapse at any time, like a container full of cracks and on the verge of breaking.

Anelisa's lips trembled a little, but after a moment of silence, she took the boy's hand and answered softly:

"Okay, Mom will take you to see the flowers."

On the way to taking Anser to the secret space of their family, Anelsa had been trying to infuse her own power into Anser's body, but no matter what she did or how much she did, she only felt... In Anser's body, there lived a monster that accepted everyone and was insatiable.

When Anelsa brought Ansher to the sea of ​​flowers, she immediately held Ansher down. Every flower and every blade of grass in the entire sea of ​​flowers seemed to come alive, emitting a silent yet shocking breath.