The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Anser took Sitana's hand with some amusement and put her in the same position, with their fingers clasped together, holding the joystick on the other side.

"I will always live within your reach, Xier, have you forgotten?"

Hearing these words, Xitana blushed immediately. She reached out and touched the patterns on the collar. The phrase "Dedicate my love" made her hold Anther's hand tightly, and she was unwilling to let go at all.

"So...I want to come too!"

Even though she was very weak, Sitana said this with shining eyes.

Holding the two girls' hands tightly, Anser stared at the blood-flame sky that seemed about to fall completely. He had never felt so full of strength and courage before.

Full of... determination.

The joystick was slowly pushed to the top under the efforts of the three people, and the power output of the entire body of the exo-god reached a new level at this moment!

The moment the blazing light fell from the sky, the entire sky, the entire curtain of fire, was split into two!

Any flames of feasting that were touched were completely annihilated by this supreme destruction. When the fierce light was about to touch the sky above the imperial capital, the entire street was immediately melted by the light. Stunned, Effisand looked up at the blazing pillar that seemed to be collapsing, and his eyes suddenly moved.

She sensed... danger.

As a divine spirit, she actually sensed danger from these bastards, these inexplicable guys?

"I want to become a seventh-level feasting flame. I want to transcend the abyss and become the eternal king who transcends everything!"

This danger did not scare Effisandre, but made her feel further... humiliated.

“How could you… How could you make me feel threatened! Only the Old Deus are worthy of being my opponents, you… damned disloyal people!”

Her roar pierced the sky, and a pillar of fire that completely enveloped her emitted a power that was at least a thousand times more ferocious than before!

"this!"

Xitana's eyes widened: "How can she still be so powerful!"

"She used the Flame of Feasting to burn away the last bit of suppression... She returned to the sixth level, the real sixth level."

Although he said this, Ansher did not show any panic.

"She seemed to be in a daze just now..." Ming Fuluo frowned slightly, "Actually, was she trying to wear down your control over her?"

"Perhaps." Anser chuckled, "But our Emperor would never think of that..."

The young Hydra cooperated with Ming Furo's mobilization, and together with the Deus Ex Machina, exerted all his strength on the giant blade that cut through the sky and the earth!

"This is the moment I've been waiting for!"

"Level 7, Empire, All..."

The last bit of rationality in Effisand's eyes had been lost.

From a suppressed state that was slightly unaffected by the abyss, she suddenly returned to the sixth level, and used such a huge power madly. The endless world information and the eternal erosion of the abyss had destroyed all her sanity.

The frantic Mad Emperor laughed loudly: "Destroy them all... destroy them all! Worthless things... trash that can't help me get promoted... all... destroy them all!"

The blazing light from the center of the giant blade had already slashed down on Effisand's head. The entire imperial capital, the land within the range of the giant blade, was directly split in two before it even touched the blade! No, not just the imperial capital, but the entire piece of land that Effisand lifted up to the sky.

Even on the ground below, a long abyss was cut out, stretching to the horizon, with no end in sight. Perhaps it cut through the sky for tens of thousands of meters or even longer!

But this beam of light... stopped one meter above Effisand's head.

The Iron Demon holding the giant blade was unable to push the blade down even a little bit, because the only four true gods in the world... were so inviolable.

Countless extraordinary people who were watching all this were suffocated.

Is this the end? The emperor's majesty is indeed not to be challenged? Hydra... that young Hydra, does he have any other tricks up his sleeve?

“Hehehe…hahahahaha! You want to kill me with this little toy? Kill me with it? Anser…you kid, haven’t you grown up yet?!”

Effisande's expression was completely insane. Her twisted smile and expression made people's scalps tingle. She didn't even fight back after freezing the giant blade of the ex Machina. Instead, she opened her arms and let the blood flames literally... burn the sky!

The sky, which was originally night, was unexpectedly... unexpectedly burned into day!

"This is my power... This is my power! I can wipe out the night and turn it into day, I can burn the entire continent to ashes... The Lost Sea, the sky, the Zero Point Lost World, everything is my firewood, my nourishment! Including you, Anser... You should have been mine, you are mine!"

In the sky, a thousand-meter-long giant hand made of blood flames grabbed the Deus Ex Machina. Effisandr, whose eyes had gone mad and twisted red, screamed: "I want you to give me strength, give me--"

Suddenly, the giant hand of blood flame froze in mid-air, and then in just a moment, really just a moment, this giant hand, along with countless blood flames, instantly dissipated.

Then, even more shrill cries echoed over the imperial capital.

A ball of blood flame, which looked ordinary compared to Effisandr's blood flame that covered the sky and even obliterated the night, was burning on Effisandr's body.

But it was this blood flame that made Effisand let out an extremely miserable scream, and the blood flame burned more and more vigorously, and soon spread throughout Effisand's body, completely engulfing her.

"This is..." Ming Fuluo was slightly stunned, "Why was she——"

"As a pure human being, Feasting Flame is the most complex being among the Old Gods."

Anser said leisurely: "Being born as an emperor, he can experience the pleasure of dominating everything better than anyone else. Therefore...Shangyan is more likely to be selfish and want to survive no matter what, just like Effisand's selfishness."

"That is to say... they are the most difficult species of gods to carry out the inheritance step by step."

"Then why can the Feasting Flame be passed down so intact from generation to generation? Of course it's because they have their own ultimate means of restriction."

Young Hydra turned his gaze towards the second sun above the imperial capital.

That ball of eternal feasting flame.

"Before the end of the world, the Emperor of Feasting Flame will devote himself to Source Flame. The crown will absorb the power of the previous generation and finally infuse it into the next generation of emperors. In other words, Source Flame itself is stronger than the emperor, because that is the source of the power of Feasting Flame."

"And when a certain emperor's mind has completely collapsed and he has been completely corroded by the abyss..."

Anser narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Effisandre who was howling in pain as he was burned by the flames, and whispered softly:

"The Source Flame will...actively reclaim his power to ensure that the Flame of Joy can continue to be passed down."

Ming Fuluo understood everything: "So, this is your real plan, to force Effisand into this completely insane state and let Yuanyan kill him?"

"Only the True Old Deus can kill one."

Anser said this, looking at Ming Fuluo with a half-smile: "Since dear A Luo won't give me that opportunity, then of course I can only find another way."

"You can't possibly think that the Fantasy Armaments can really rival the power of the Old Deus?"

"……I know."

Ming Fuluo said this, but she seemed to be somewhat unwilling.

In this battle, how many layers of negative effects did Effisandr have?

First, there were mental problems. While he was trying to peek into the path of advancement, he was tricked by fate. Perhaps he was also negatively affected by the abyss preaching. Then, Anther forced him to lower his status to between level five and level six. At the same time, he was restricted by Ivora, who was armed with ether. Shitana arrived in time and shattered Effisand's sanity and dignity with one punch... Under all these circumstances, this utopian armed force that was capable of conquering the continent could only fight her back and forth at most.

But when Effisand regained all his strength, he was instantly no match for his opponent.

"We've taken on such a huge risk and burden." Ming Fuluo covered her chest and frowned, "In the end, there's still no end in sight for the gap."

"Are you sorry for stopping me now?"

"...Humph, do you regret it?"

Anser just smiled and said nothing.

Sitana, who had no idea what the two were talking about, tilted her head: "So, is she dead?"

"According to Anser, it should be." Ming Furo looked at Effisande who was burned by the source flame and couldn't even scream, and said thoughtfully, "But..."

"But if fate had its way—"

Anther said so, and the next second, Effisandre, who was burned by the source flame, suddenly raised her head. With trembling hands, she aimed at the mechanical deity, as if she wanted to replace Anther and the others before she died, which scared Hitana.

But in the blink of an eye, Effisand, who had turned into a fire man and was burned to death bit by bit, actually aimed directly at another person, at... her daughter.

After Efesandr was hit by Sitana's punch, Ivora ran away directly because she knew that Efesandr must be completely crazy. She also guessed Ansher's real plan at that time.

She watched from afar the completely insane Effisandre, and was so ecstatic that she could not control herself when she saw her being burned by the source flame.

When Ephisandre was burned to ashes by the source flame, her crown was within reach!

However, who could have thought that Effisand, who had gone completely crazy and was being burned and destroyed by the source flame, could lock onto Ivora in an instant!

By the time Ivora reacted, it was too late.

Because at this moment, Effisand is still... the supreme god species.

Just as the source flame ignited everything about her, Effisand also planted a ball of everlasting flame in Ivora in an instant before she escaped through space jump.

Then, Effisand, wrapped in the source flame, turned into a stream of light and flew towards the east while burning.

"...Efsand and Ivora are both dead."

Anser sighed softly: "In the end, it is as He wished."

Ming Fuluo looked towards the east: "Is this what fate had planned?"

"Yes, it is a very important part of His script."

Ming Fuluo was silent.

After a long while, she said:

"So...if, I mean if, if you really inherited Mr. Flamel's power, then it's not just a matter of power, you've almost completely destroyed the entire script of fate?"

"What else?" Anser said with some amusement, "Do I look like the kind of person who would force his father to death simply for power?"

Sitana looked left and right, not knowing what to say.

What on earth happened during the time I was away?

Anser looked at the silent Ming Fuluo, rubbed her head with his hand, and said softly: "Don't think too much, Luo. I told you, you made me make the most correct choice."

"But you...but I let you lose the chance to defeat Him."

"So." Anser laughed, "Do you think I lost?"

At this moment, the land that was lifted up to the sky by Effisand was being barely balanced by all the fifth-level warlocks in the imperial capital and was slowly falling to the ground.

At the same time, all the fifth-level extraordinary people in the imperial capital and even the entire empire focused their attention on one thing.

That iron demon floating in the air, that... monster that could fight against the emperor.

What will it do next, what is the idea of ​​the young Hydra that controls it, where has the contemporary Hydra gone... The extraordinary people have countless questions, and the answers to these questions determine what choices they will make next.

Soon, the figure of young Hydra appeared on the shoulder of the Iron Demon.

This moment should be the time to make a declaration to all the extraordinary people, declare one's attitude, declare one's majesty, and declare one's power.

But Anser didn't. He just held the shoulder armor of the Deus Ex Machina and looked up at the sky.

That was where the Notong was floating. His sight seemed to pass through layers of barriers, through different spaces, and finally landed on... the flower field where his parents were sleeping peacefully.

"A Luo, He did succeed again."

Anser raised his head and whispered, "He prevented me from getting the power in advance, so that Efesand and Ivora continued on their original path, and the whole situation fell into the most chaotic state, which is what He wanted to see the most."

The emperor was already dead, but the eldest princess, the only one who could inherit her power, was also in danger of death. Flamel fell into a deep sleep and did not inherit his father's power.

The entire empire... no longer has any real sixth-level combat power.

There is no doubt that the empire will fall into real and complete turmoil and chaos, and such chaos is the prelude and beginning of great changes.

Fate won this game perfectly. As always, it calculated everything without any mistakes.

"But I don't think I lost, Luo."

He pulled Xitana and Ming Fuluo, hugged the two girls gently, and said with great peace and satisfaction:

"On the contrary, I have never felt... so satisfied and fulfilled."

To survive, to defeat Him.

Instead of there being nothing left except defeating Him.

Father, mother, Xier, A'er... In the future, there will be more, more reasons for me to live.

These are the reasons why I want to defeat Him.

Anser didn't win this time, but he won...a dead end that fate had paved the way for for six whole years.

In the future, Ansel may be forced to do evil, and he will continue to act as a villain in order to overcome his fate.

However, he will no longer sacrifice everything or destroy everything because of that persistence, and he will no longer challenge fate in order to defeat it.

So Anser won, he defeated the demon that fate created in his heart.

Anser, standing on the ex machina, looked at the rising sun in the distance and held the hand of the person next to him tightly.

The morning light fell on his shoulders.