The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Well, if Flamel's aura as a divine being disappeared, and Anser did not inherit Flamel's power, it could only be that there was something seriously wrong with Flamel!

And at this time... who can Anser ask for help? Who else in this world can solve the problem of the God species?

"Ah...ah..."

A moan mixed with joy and desire came from Effisandre's throat, and the tail end of her voice trembled a little.

"Are you going to beg me?"

She licked her lips and looked through the spell with the hunting vision of a carnivore at Anser who was gradually climbing up to the palace and was about to come to Anticheg.

"What a touching father-son relationship... At this time, I am really glad that you have such a good relationship with your father, Anser... You want to save him, right? You must be willing to... pay any price, right?"

The thought that she might have the chance to take that monster's child, the boy who treated her own daughter as her own, this genius who was admired by everyone in the entire empire, this handsome boy who met her own desires, and press him under her body and ravage him at will... just imagining it, Effisand's tall, delicate, plump and mature body actually spasmed.

She regained her peak power, as well as her burning desire and ambition.

"Come...Anser, dear Anser."

"Let me...love you well."

After an unknown amount of time, the gate of Antichege's palace was slowly opened.

Arriving here, Ansel, ready to confront the emperor, stood quietly in front of the gate, leaning on his cane.

"Why don't you come in, Anser?"

The voice coming from deep in the hall made Anser raise his eyebrows slightly. The charming tone that seemed to be able to ooze water made him understand at once... His Majesty the Emperor seemed to look down on him very, very much.

However, before holding that power, it is obviously more foolish to provoke the gods. It is normal for the emperor to show an attitude as if he has completely controlled him at this moment.

The young Hydra simply smiled and walked calmly into the hall.

The gate of the palace closed with a rumbling sound, and enchanting blood flames burned on the braziers on the pillars on both sides of the hall. Anticheg still looked the same as Anser had seen before, and the huge curtained gauze bed was placed in front of the source flame, but this time, the emperor was not lying behind the curtain.

She just stood in front of him, her eyes seemed to want to devour him.

"It's been a while, Your Majesty."

Anser remained calm and composed, but Ephisand was not in the mood to talk about such irrelevant things.

Her figure instantly appeared in front of Anser, and she reached out to touch Anser's face, not concealing the greed in her eyes.

"Look at you...Anser."

The woman chuckled happily. "What on earth is it that brings you to see me at this hour, huh?"

She enjoyed the pleasure brought by touching the young man in front of her, and Effisand suddenly understood why her stupid daughter always pestered Ansher.

His unrivaled quality was one thing, but more importantly, the key to stimulating their excitement as Old Gods was... the desire to conquer.

How could conquering continents make people happier than conquering gods?

The pleasure that could be brought to him by being able to wantonly knead, toy with, and even later ravage the future Old God, the son of that bastard who was so hostile to him in the later period, was beyond Effisand's imagination.

However, despite this pleasure, her pursuit has not changed at all.

"you know……"

The fire in the emperor's eyes seemed to be fueled by endless desire - not the desire for pleasure, but... the desire to survive and transform!

"You know what I want, right?"

She pressed herself against Ansel, hugging his body tightly and breathing out hot breaths.

His current behavior was not only to vent his own desires, but also a means of trying to make Anser submit faster.

Effisandr's desire for self-preservation is greater than anything else at any time.

She was so eager to force Ansher to compromise that she had no regal bearing or negotiation etiquette and just clung to him like an animal in heat. It was ridiculous... incomprehensible.

Who could have thought that the woman who was hugging Anther and twisting her body, so despicable and ridiculous, was actually the emperor who dominated the entire empire and the god who looked down on all living beings?

It is no wonder that in that future, Suslen, who fought against Sitana, showed such strong contempt for Efesand.

Obviously, Effisand has almost gone completely crazy...Forget dignity, everything must give way to "staying alive".

A starting point that does not require any reason, is very reasonable, but makes people hard to evaluate, and even seems a little absurd...

Anser, who was squeezed by soft flesh, couldn't help but sigh in his heart that his current enemy was such a guy, which might be the greatest luck among countless misfortunes.

On the way here, he had already prepared a set of rhetoric to deal with the emperor. In order to ensure that the emperor would not discover Flamel and Enelisa, Ansher had to be fully prepared, otherwise she would use these two people as a threat, and Ansher would be really helpless.

But the young Hydra found that he was thinking too much. When Effisandre found herself coming to him like this, there was nothing else in her eyes.

The only good thing about this woman is probably her vision—the vision to discover her own spiritual essence.

The power that Anser unleashed when he destroyed the assassin that day was too terrifying, even though it was protected by the pressure accumulated by Hydra Territory for thousands of years. Therefore, the emperor still noticed it a little.

From then on, she had begun to pay attention to Anser's spiritual essence, and it was after Anser knew this that he came up with the plan to coerce Flamel and obtain the sixth-level power.

"Tell me...Anther...tell me."

Efesand held Anser's face and whispered impatiently: "Tell me about your spirit essence... your power, that's what I want, right, right!"

The last three words were almost roared out, and the force that Effisandr applied to Anther's face suddenly increased. His hysterical look without any warning was chilling no matter how handsome the emperor was at the moment.

Anser just chuckled and pushed Effisand away, saying calmly:

"I would like to make a deal with you, Your Majesty."

"…Deal, what deal? Power? Ivora? Or me? Or the Empire? It doesn't matter! Tell me! Tell me what your ectoplasm is!"

Effisande, who had not yet received an answer, had changed from the charming and enchanting appearance just now to a crazy and ferocious tyrant... This was the true end of the God Race, unable to control even their emotions and self, and completely crazy.

The bloody flames above Anticheg suddenly swelled up, and the brutal and fierce pressure instantly swept across the entire imperial capital. Some pedestrians on the road were even frightened to death and fell to the ground with pale faces.

"Please calm down, Your Majesty... I will give you the answer now."

But Ansel was very calm. He had never been so calm since he made that decision that came purely from his heart.

The darkness that corroded everything spread from Ansher's feet to all directions.

The source flame within Anticheg expanded instantly, but it was not hostility, but a kind of... joy.

The joy of being able to eat.

Under the suppression of the source flame, the abyss opened by Ansher was limited to a range of about three meters around him. Staring at the dark color that emerged out of thin air and the twisting and strange tentacles that stretched out from the darkness, Effisand seemed to be possessed and reached his hand into the terrifying darkness.

"Ah...ah!!"

Effisande trembled all over, and her shaking and unstable legs made her look like she was about to fall to the ground. She let out extremely unbearable moans and gasps, and the twisted fanaticism and madness in her eyes made people's backs cold and their hearts aroused.

“I saw it…I saw it!”

Her eyes were gradually being stained by darkness, but the flames of the Flame Royal Family that burned everything were burning them. The two forces were fighting back and forth so repeatedly that it was almost impossible to tell who was winning and who was losing.

And Effisand's flushed face and frantic expression seemed to prove that she didn't care about this erosion at all. All her attention was focused on... what she "saw".

"As you can see, this is my ectoplasm."

Ansher looked at Effisand's crazy appearance, and a feeling of... pity appeared in his eyes?

This kind of pity did not appear in Ansel's eyes very often. He only showed this kind of pity to a certain type of people.

——The same person as the zither player, Miss Yura Nanaga.

Efesand, who probably couldn't hear what he was saying anymore, calmly explained, "It's not complicated, and the effect is very simple."

"——With this spiritual essence, I can allow anyone to find a perfect match for themselves in the abyss, and the possibility of further advancement."

Anser said it very simply, and the effect of his spiritual essence was indeed that "simple".

Anyone who is influenced by his spiritual essence can find the best possibility for them and further progress in the abyss.

The mortals will take further steps to become extraordinary, and the extraordinary will achieve further breakthroughs on their existing levels, without the need for any external force to assist, without the need for any ritual materials, and ignoring the restrictions, they will be directly promoted... no, they will be directly dragged into a deeper abyss.

Its name is, Abyss...Preaching!

"possibility……"

With great difficulty, Effisande turned her gaze away from the creepy darkness and fixed it on Anser's face. She was extremely greedy and pressed Anser's shoulders eagerly: "God species... Even if it is a sixth-level with no way out, it's okay, right!"

Anser nodded slightly: "As you think, as long as there is a possibility, even the God species can find that glimmer of opportunity."

“…I know, I know it, hehe…hahahahahaha!”

Efesand laughed wildly, "I saw it just now! I saw it just now! I can raise the earth to the sky, and I can establish an eternal cause that surpasses everything!"

"My... my possibilities! This damned abyss cannot hold me... cannot hold me!"

"……wrong."

After laughing wildly, she suddenly turned cold, and her expression became ferocious and furious: "This ability... why didn't you use it on Flamel! His aura disappeared, is it because of you! What are the side effects of this spiritual essence! "

"side effect……"

Anser suddenly smiled: "If I tell you, will you believe it?"

"Tell me now! Tell me now!"

"The side effects are actually quite obvious. You must have investigated the people who were affected by my spiritual essence, so you should also be aware of their...common characteristics."

Even when facing a madman who could tear him to pieces at any time, Anser still smiled calmly:

"That is, he is extremely obsessed with me."

"……what?"

A moment of doubt appeared on Effisand's face. Just as Ansir said, she did not believe in this side effect.

And that is the fact.

Abyss Preaching... The Abyss is the source of bestowing power, and Anser is the preacher of granting opportunities.

In this process, those who receive the sermon will uncontrollably develop a fanatical worship and attachment to the preacher. When it evolves to the later stages, this worship and attachment will completely destroy the mind and self of the person being preached to, and he will exist only for Anser.

Depending on the character of the person being preached to, this extreme emotion will evolve in many ways. Some people will want to die if they leave Anser, some will want to do everything to monopolize Anser, and some will be so humble that they will die for a word of praise from Anser. In short... at that level, Anser himself becomes an abyss in their eyes.

What they were chasing was no longer the abyss, but Anser.

"And if the preacher overcomes his obsession with me as a preacher... he will be more in tune with the abyss. I think you should understand that being in tune with the abyss is never a good thing."

As Effisand's gaze gradually calmed down, Anser said this leisurely.

Being in tune with the abyss means being able to better understand the nature of this world, but it also means... a more terrifying and profound erosion from the abyss, which means accelerated madness.

There is no doubt that the effect of this spiritual essence is extremely amazing, even the divine spirits can use it to glimpse the possibility of achieving the seventh level, but the side effects... are obviously too great to be accepted.

Either you lose yourself and become Anser's puppet, or you fall into the abyss faster and be swallowed up by it.

"...I see. So that's why you didn't use it on Flamel?"

Efesand laughed softly: "Are you afraid that he won't succeed and will end up falling into the abyss faster?"

"No, you are mistaken, Your Majesty."

Anser shook his head: "So far, all those who have accepted my sermons, without exception..."

The devil smiled provocatively at the god:

"They all became puppets chasing me, and no one chased the abyss."

The power of ectoplasm comes from the essence of the soul and the desire of the soul. Hydra has the ability to directly determine the general effect of ectoplasm within a certain range... The Abyss Sermon fully reflects Anser's needs at that moment.

A further possibility means pure powerful force; and the "preaching and instigation" that is a pure side effect for others but not for Anther reflects Anther's desire for domination at the time.

The crisis of fate made him feel insecure. He needed to ensure that everyone was under his absolute control in order to feel at ease.

And under these two desires, the spiritual essence called [Abyss Sermon] was born.

"This is... a side effect? ​​This is the side effect of this spiritual essence?"

Effisand murmured at first, then burst into laughter with great joy:

She pinched Anser's chin, lifted the boy's face slightly, and said in a wanton and condescending tone: "Chasing you... Chasing you? This is the price? Not being able to control my obsession with you is the price?"

“Hehehe…hahahahaha! I thought it was something that would cost me my life, but it turns out to be just something like this, a joke!”

Anser didn't care, he just smiled and said to Efesand: "Don't forget, if you can overcome your desire for me, you will have to face a more dangerous abyss."

"A more dangerous abyss, ha! More dangerous? Level seven... Level seven is clearly beyond the abyss!"

Effisandre licked her bright red lips and stared into Ansher's eyes. The desire for survival and advancement in her eyes reached its highest point at this moment.

"I saw."