The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Just this was enough to bring about the resurrection of his wife and the new life of his son. Flamel never felt that he was so great.

He closed his eyes and lay peacefully in the flower field, as if he had returned to the past that he missed so much.

His wife hugged him and whispered in his ear, complaining about their faults, while his son would occasionally say something that confused him but was very powerful...

The abyss was so huge that it seemed to swallow and grind everything, pulling it into the extremely dark abyss.

Flamel calmed down, he had been worried that Anser could not make up his mind.

The inheritance of Xiangyan is carried by the crown. When the previous emperor devotes himself to the source of flame and the crown absorbs the sixth-order power, the next emperor only needs to wear the crown to become the supreme in an instant.

And Hydra... As the purest magical beast, Hydra obviously does not have so many requirements. For them, the continuation of this inheritance is extremely simple.

That is to eat the previous generation of Hydra.

Literally, in the physical sense, devour Hydra's body and its power, and then let his own power rise from the abyss, surpassing everything and becoming a god.

When Flamel felt the arrival of the abyss that was countless times larger than himself, as if covering the sky and swallowing up even this space, he finally felt completely relieved and prepared to end his own life.

However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly opened, full of disbelief.

Flamel opened his eyes and saw Ansher stuffing a ball of fluorescent light into his heart.

"Anser!!!"

He roared, "What are you doing! How could you have it in your hand? How could it be in your hand?!"

The last time he lost his composure like this was when he faced the death of Anelisa... What on earth did Anser do to make Flamel so shocked, furious, and even crazy?

Flamel roared and struggled, but he hadn't committed suicide yet. He was still an Origen, and was held down by Anther with just one hand.

His mind gradually became blurred, and the madness and cruelty in him that only Ansher was immune to... was fading away at an incredible speed!

"Father."

Under the illumination of that light, Anser's face was somewhat blurry.

But Flamel could see... he was smiling.

He seemed to have never laughed so... relieved and happy.

"Before you came, I knelt at the head of my mother's bed, recalling everything I had experienced with her."

The young Hydra whispered softly, and bit by bit, the ball of light was completely immersed in Flamel's chest.

Flamel struggled to grab Anser's arm, his tone actually became a little pleading: "Stop... Anser... Stop... Stop!"

"I wanted to make up my mind based on everything I had experienced with my mother and you, the choice my mother made at that time, and my despair at that time."

Anser was still smiling, his eyes and tone were so gentle... just like the child six years ago.

"But I thought about what my mother said to me."

"If I reach a point where I can no longer make a choice, and it becomes so difficult or even painful that I don't know how to continue..."

As Ansher watched the ball of light completely sink into Flamel's chest, after six years of suffering, he finally saw his own soul hidden in the endless darkness again.

"I must live for myself."

Fate...fate.

Since that day, all of Anser's actions revolved around fate. Whether it was good deeds or evil deeds, everything he did, the purpose of his life, was only one - to defeat and destroy fate.

Even at this last moment, all he considered was fate. Was it fate that was stopping him? Was the thought just now another attempt by fate to deceive him? What was the right thing to do? How could he win over fate for once? How could he completely defeat Him in this round?

Anser thought so much but never thought about himself.

I didn't consider how painful it was for me to make this choice, how cruel and sick I had to be to make this decision, or what I would become after I really did it...

I haven't thought about what I really want.

"Father...what I want is for you, mother, and me to survive."

This is what Anser...deared the most in the beginning.

He wants to live happily with his family.

"Arthur."

Flamel, whose consciousness was on the verge of being completely blurred, still held Anther's arm and weakly recited Anther's name.

Anser gently took off his hand and said softly: "I know you have a lot of questions. When you wake up, I will tell you and mother everything."

"Including my hardships, my pain, my gains, my... determination."

"It's a long story." The boy smiled, "You and mother can listen to it for a long time, don't worry."

"don't want."

When Flamel spoke these two words weakly in a mosquito-like voice, Ansher gently closed his drooping eyelids.

"next time."

Determined to live for himself, Hydra whispered:

"Look at the flowers with Mother, Father."

He picked up the sleeping Flamel from the flower field and walked towards the wooden house not far away.

Flamel Hydra, the greatest alchemist in the past thousand years, who may never be greater than him in the future, spent nine years collecting countless materials to create something. What exactly was this?

The answer can be seen from the changes in Flamel.

That is... a miracle among miracles that can end the curse that has lasted for thousands of years on the Hydra family, truly liberate them from the abyss, and completely put an end to the endless erosion!

Although the price is that Hydra will lose his all-powerful power, fall from the sixth level, and no longer be the supreme god, but compared with what he will gain, it is really not worth mentioning.

This was the only thing that was worth Flamel's expending so much energy on, even delaying the resurrection of his wife.

——Let your children have a truly happy life.

He believed that as long as Anser inherited his power, he would be able to wipe out all enemies, and even the Royal Family of Feast Flame would be dominated by his son.

And when everything is settled, as long as Ansel merges with the miracle he has created, he will be able to have a truly brilliant and perfect life.

But he didn't know that Ansel already knew all this and he already knew where the gift would be placed.

Right there...in that cabin, in Anser's own bedroom.

Flamel didn't know that Ansel made another decision under the influence of his friends, his mother, and his father.

He wants to use this miracle that can never be replicated to save his father and save his own life which he still has time to save.

To do what he really wants to do.

It has nothing to do with whether you are caught in fate's calculations or whether you can defeat fate.

At this moment, Ansir Hydra was only trying to realize the vision in his heart.

He carried Flamel to the bedroom, and lay down side by side with Anelsa, quietly watching his sleeping parents.

Ming Furo's soul strength cannot be compared with that of Anelsa. Even though Anelsa has fully recovered now, it will take a long time for her to wake up.

And Flamel... that miracle, Anser had never used it in the original future, because he did not have the spare energy to use it. It was also unknown how long it would take to take effect and how long it would take for Flamel to wake up.

But that’s okay…it just takes time.

This time, Anser did not sacrifice again, but saved the most important thing in his life.

When he looked at his parents' faces, he no longer had the crazy worries about fate in his heart, nor any pain of self-torture.

There is only peace that has never been felt before, so pure...

Anser didn't know whether he had made the right choice in the game with fate, but he knew that in the game with himself, he must have made the most correct choice.

Even if the enemy you face next is terrifying to the point of despair, it doesn’t matter.

"destiny."

The young Hydra was no longer mad and crazy, but was filled with hatred and rage.

He looked up at the sky so calmly and naturally, smiling and whispering:

"Come, kill me."

Chapter 1.2: Fantasy Armament: Deus Ex Machina! · Part (w)

The blood flame is burning.

As the sun sank into the horizon, a second bloody sun burned in the sky above the imperial capital.

At this moment, all the fifth-level transcendents within the empire turned their gazes in the direction of the imperial capital, either in disbelief or in shock.

Effisandr Feast of Flames, His Majesty the Supreme Emperor, has long reached the end of her glorious life.

The last time she showed off her power so wildly and wantonly was thirty-two years ago, when she dragged out a sky-blocking Void Dragon Whale from the Zero Point Maze.

At that time, Effisandre did not enjoy war and torture, nor did he hide in the source of flames and ignore state affairs all day long.

At that time, she was still able to proudly declare her power to the empire, and unconditionally gave the Void Dragon Whale, which could only be seen once in hundreds of years, to her subject, the emperor.

No one expected that the flaming sun above Anticheg would burn so violently and suddenly. Everyone thought that this was not right and that the time had not come yet.

This caused a huge earthquake in the imperial capital. At least 80% of the fifth-level extraordinary people, when they realized that Effisand was releasing the Flame of Feast so violently, immediately fled and did not even care about their own property in the imperial capital. Most of the remaining people plucked up their courage or had a backup plan to escape, and prepared to wait and see how the situation would develop.

The fifth-level transcendents who have been surpassed by the divine species for thousands of years have already formed some kind of tacit understanding regarding this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Everyone knows that the period of weakness of this generation of emperor and Hydra will come at the same time, and for reasons that they don't understand, the two sides seem to get along peacefully, but in fact the contradictions are extremely sharp.

The battle between the two gods might destroy most of the existence in this world, and perhaps many fifth-order transcendent beings would not be able to escape.

But there are always people who feel that they are the one who can survive and build a new world on the scorched earth.

And Antichegene, the great Majesty who controls everything, was laughing wildly in a manner that was totally inconsistent with her status and current appearance.

“Flamel…Flamel! You’re actually going to end like this?! Hahahahaha… What on earth are you doing? As the creator, you actually killed yourself for no apparent reason!?”

When Ansir integrated the miracle created by Flamel into his body, Efesand instantly noticed the abnormality.

——The breath of Hydra, also a sixth-level divine spirit, that abyssal breath as deep as the sea, was rapidly dissipating.

The terrifying gaze from the abyss monster that was staring at him at that moment disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Even the Nuotong floating ten thousand meters above the imperial capital had entered a standby hibernation state, and the muzzle of the gun that could bombard Anticheg had been closed at that moment.

When she realized these things, Effisand's first reaction was "denial". She simply couldn't believe that the monster that had been fighting with her for decades would die so inexplicably and so...funny.

So she cautiously and carefully extended her perception little by little toward Hydra's manor. After making sure that Flamel did not fight back, she then extended her perception little by little toward the even more untouchable area in the sky, the Notong.

However, Flamel still did not fight back.

Not only that, she also sensed the shock and panic of all the leaders stationed on the Notong, and the rapidly fading aura of the abyss from them. Although she did not find Flamel immediately, all these signs were on the surface... That monster, something had happened to him.

In fact, Effisand had no intention of taking action now.

She was old and confused, cruel and insane, but when it came to matters concerning her life, this emperor, who always wanted to live, would become extremely sensitive.

Efesande's original intention was to use false and real tactics to make it difficult for Flamel to determine the timing of her real move. It seemed that she might fight to the death, but in fact she did not do so. Instead, she might spread her strength to other places to prepare.

…Although such a method could be considered childish in the struggle between the Old Gods, it did not matter to Effisand.

She would do anything as long as she could seize the opportunity to survive and go further.

But Effisand didn't expect that this opportunity... would come to him like this.

Until now, in addition to her ecstasy, she was still wary of Flamel, wondering if he was hiding somewhere, waiting for the right moment to strike her a fatal blow. Therefore, she released her power without hesitation, continuing to test Flamel while also being on guard and vigilant.

However... nothing happened.

During the agonizing wait for Effisandre, nothing happened. Instead, she saw... the handsome young man whom she had coveted for years, rushing towards Anticheg.

There is no sixth-level aura on him.

To the Almighty Gods, the existence of other Almighty Gods was extremely obvious. As long as they were not deliberately hiding, a sixth-order god within their sight and perception would be as obvious as a walking sun.

Effisandre stared at Anser and his breathing became heavier.

"Flamel is dead...but you didn't inherit his power?"

"No, that's not right... In that case, then Flamel might not be dead, but weakened for some reason? Sealed off?"

The woman's eyes were burning with ecstasy. She knew that Flamel would never use his son as bait, and there was no need or meaning for him to do so.