The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Chapter 18: Fierceness

Although she made a bold statement to the civilians whom she was supposed to be protecting, Miss Hitana soon found herself in a very difficult situation.

She is lost.

"hiss……"

The tall girl, with her hands in her coat pockets, looked at the dark road that stretched in all directions and took a deep breath.

"I forgot to ask them where that guy's lair is... What should I do?"

Hitana often catches people and asks for directions, but after her intention to ask for directions was discovered once, causing the target villain to run away on the spot...she rarely asks passers-by directly when it comes to dangerous targets.

Looking at the complicated streets in the lower city that looked like a three-dimensional maze, Xitana scratched her head and sighed: "Forget it, let's give it a try. It's better than having no clue at all."

The invisible wind representing the world's breath flows in all directions, searching for the right path for Xitana.

As we all know, this generation of Wind Master is a little, well... special.

The combat specialization makes Hitana invincible in the fleeting fights, and her unique intuition has been further enhanced, but as a price... the true "job" of the Head of Wind has become non-existent. The ability to easily see through the world does not exist in Hitana.

If all the Wind Leaders of all generations knew that a Wind Leader could get lost, who knows what expressions they would show.

Hitana, who rarely used this power for detection, seemed a little unfamiliar with it. At this moment, she was still thinking that if she had known to get some of that black turtle's things, she could have found him by smelling the scent, and it wouldn't have been so troublesome.

"As long as we find a transcendent of a high level, there won't be any problem."

Defeat the bad guys ≈ defeat the strong guys in this area. This is the formula that Hitana came up with after traveling all the way.

Only the powerful can oppress the masses, so just defeat the powerful.

And if that powerful guy didn't directly oppress the masses, but sat back and watched the bad guys oppress the masses when he had the ability to do so... unless he was just traveling and passing by like himself, he was definitely not a good guy and could be dealt with as well!

Although Miss Wolf's logic is simple and crude, it generally works and there have been no exceptions so far.

"…It's really too little. It seems that most of the extraordinary people are piled up on top."

With her eyes half closed, Hitana muttered softly, trying her best to spread her perception... She was becoming more and more proficient in the use of the Wind Head in combat, but she was extremely embarrassed as she had never practiced the aspect of detection.

After about half a minute, the girl suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes bright and clear.

"Looking for a fight! Two sneaky guys!"

The Head of Wind captured the aura of two third-level extraordinary beings. Extraordinary beings of this level can completely dominate the lower city area. No matter what else... let's find them first to see the situation.

Shitana lifted her dark red hood and put her hands in her pockets. The afterimage of her figure was left at a very fast speed and then disappeared like a phantom.

With just a light tap of her toes, her tall and slender figure soared into the sky. In the past, she would have stepped on the ground like thunder, but now she moved as lightly and flexibly as if she had wings.

Only after leaving Ansir did Hitana realize her many shortcomings. This made her happy about Ansir's silent care, but also distressed by this meticulous care that allowed her to do nothing.

Without deliberately calling upon anything, the seemingly soft body of the future beast king, while bursting out surging power at every moment, is also becoming more and more perfect, as if developing in an extremely coordinated manner by instinct. Shitana shuttled through the complex buildings in the lower city, leaving only a faint shadow of the dark red robe.

"Um... here?"

Soon, Shitana landed lightly on the roof of a dilapidated hotel. She squatted down with her legs apart and supported her arms on her legs.

The girl stroked her chin, quite confused: "The villain leader can't live here, but a third-level extraordinary person... shouldn't live here either."

Xitana likes to beat those bastards who play with and oppress the civilians until they kneel down and beg for mercy, but that doesn't mean she likes to capture people to do this together. As long as the other party is not a hidden accomplice who has lived here for a long time and has the ability to stop their evil deeds but indulges them, she will not force others to achieve the justice she wants.

But the current situation is somewhat strange. Two third-level extraordinary people are hiding in a dilapidated hotel in a furtive manner. According to her understanding of extraordinary people... this is not something that those guys who will never compromise themselves as long as conditions permit will do.

Thinking of this, she sat down cross-legged, holding her breath slightly, and the power of the Wind Head spread silently and invisibly.

"Humph, you even used a soundproof barrier?" Hitana raised her eyebrows and said with great confidence, "Sure enough, there is a secret, but I am the Wind Master of Anser. This kind of trivial matter, huhuhuhu..."

at the same time--

"Mibaita is clearly still walking around outside... Bone Knife, that head, is it his?"

In the room, two members of the New World who came with a mission had an argument.

"I have said it many times, it is absolutely true!" The short man who took back Mibaita's head said impatiently, "This was given to me by the vice president of the Executioner."

"Just based on this? Are you sure?"

"Then why don't you go and prove that the living Mibaita is real?"

Gu Dao said irritably, "Why would he deliberately give us a fake head? If it was a trap, we would have died long ago!"

"What if he's trying to catch a big fish? He wants to use us..."

"After so long, he should have discovered everything he should have discovered long ago. Damn it! Fiery Eagle, how can you do anything if you are so timid!"

Then Sitana listened to their quarrel for nearly five minutes. She was amazed and wondered how could people with such big conflicts get together to work together.

If it came from some organization or force, then this organization would be too funny.

After listening for a few more minutes, when Xitana was getting impatient and was about to leave to continue looking for Black Crocodile, one of them suddenly said:

"Okay, stop arguing, let's calm down. Now is not the time to quarrel... Before the game starts, we have to deal with the black crocodile first."

……Um?

Just as Hitana was about to stand up, her ears moved and she immediately squatted down again.

"He should be in the mining area outside the city now... Should we take action now?"

"A fight in the Lower City will inevitably affect civilians, but there is no need to start now. Wait until the day before the game starts."

Huh, we are actually traveling together?

Hitana didn't expect that this brainless and unhappy pair seemed to be the same as herself, as if they wanted to get rid of the black crocodile.

No matter what the reason is, as long as it is not to replace the other party or do something more vicious, Hitana doesn't care why the other party punishes the villain - as long as the bad guy dies, it's a good thing!

However, she had no intention of joining the other party rashly. She only planned to follow them to find the black crocodile and then take that guy down directly.

Then, the girl heard the two people below say:

"In addition to the black crocodile, the butcher also wants to deal with the colorful snake, right?"

"Yes, thanks to Fenrir, we don't have to kill the colorful snake. As for the black crocodile and the butcher, you and I will each kill one."

Xitana also remembered this butcher. From what she heard from the civilians in the lower city, this guy was also a brutal character who controlled the lower city.

I actually wanted to take it all away...

The girl had a thoughtful look on her face. She was no longer the reckless disaster she once was. She was not excited to meet such a "kind" person. Instead, she was wondering what these two people were planning to do.

I always feel that it is not a good thing...

"Once the three leaders who control most of the forces in the Lower City die, the Lower City will fall into great chaos. In addition, this is the most chaotic period in Strife Castle... It will be easier to arrange our people in later. Don't mess it up, Fiery Eagle."

"...I won't make a mistake in this matter. Then who will deal with the black crocodile and who will deal with the butcher?"

"Both of them are low-class guys. It doesn't matter who is responsible. The key is to make them die quietly... The people in the upper city basically don't care about what happens in the lower city. As long as these bastards die quietly, the hyenas in the lower city will cover up the stench of the corpses in order to fight for them." Bone Knife said calmly.

"..." Fire Eagle was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed, "But in this process, without the control of those three people, the various forces in the lower city will fight for power... The civilians will have a hard time in the future."

"Once our people get in, everything will be fine."

Gu Dao held a cigarette between his lips and said calmly, "There will always be sacrifices, it's just temporary. Don't hesitate because of this."

"…I know, for the new world."

"Yes, for the new world."

Standing on the roof, Shitana took several deep breaths before she resisted the urge to punch through the ceiling and pin the two guys to the ground and beat them to death.

"New world... New world."

Hitana sneered. She had long experienced the "sacrifices" that the revolutionary army calling itself the "New World" could make.

The scene of the Wendigo forcing her to commit suicide by using the illusion of killing his friend is still before her eyes. Hitana will never forget this vicious and despicable method. She must catch that sneaky Wendigo and beat him until he is unrecognizable and only has one breath left!

"'There will always be sacrifices, it's just temporary'... Humph, that's a better way to put it than anyone else."

A cold light flashed in the wolf's dark red eyes: "It's not you who are suffering, so of course you don't care."

The New World wants to take advantage of the current chaotic period in Strife Castle to plunge the lower city into chaos so that they can insert their men... But the price is to make the civilians in the lower city live in dire straits as various gangs fight for power and profit.

What a waste!

He talked about overthrowing the empire, but in the end he had to rely on this kind of trick to secretly place people there, and even sacrifice civilians... He didn't even have the courage to attack the mansion of a city lord directly, and he still wanted to kill the emperor?

Compared to Anser, he's nothing!

Bah! They are not worthy of Anserbi!

After cursing the New World in her heart, Xitana felt much better. She looked up and whispered softly:

"The mining area outside the city..."

With the general direction and the perception of the Wind Head, it will not be difficult to find it.

"How about we take them out quietly without attracting the attention of the Upper Town?"

The corners of Xitana's mouth gradually rose, and her sharp canine teeth exuded a frightening edge.

She had a good idea.

This Strife Castle might indeed be different from other places. There are many powerful guys here. It will take a long time to deal with the bastards here.

But so what? It doesn't matter where we fight or who we fight with.

"What I lack the least now is time."

The wolf murmured excitedly, the desire to hunt flickering in his eyes.

*

Black Crocodile took a big gulp of wine, sat at the highest point and watched the workers below mining crystals, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with wine.

The saliva and wine splashed down, quickly corroding the stone walls they came into contact with, with white smoke sizzling out. The laborers who were unfortunately touched fell to the ground with screams and soon became silent.

The burly middle-aged man laughed out loud at the tragic death of the laborers, but the smile disappeared from his face after a short while.

"boring……"

He rested his chin on one hand, took another sip of wine, and sighed in annoyance.

My current job is so boring.

The black crocodile actually doesn’t care whether the ants below are dead or alive, nor does he care about their emotions towards him.

In fact, things like mining don't need to be assigned to them - how can the efficiency of mortals be compared with alchemical equipment and professional sorcerers?

Driving these worthless guys here to mine is just to make their lives have a little meaning.

"To use Mibaita's original words...if they were to wander around in front of me with nothing to do every day, I might just kill them all...hiccups."

Black Crocodile burped lazily. He felt that there was nothing wrong with what Mibaita said. As a transcendent, he had to go through life and death. How could you, a group of people who I could easily crush to death, live so comfortably?

But the job that Mibaita assigned to him was too boring. He was asked to act as a demon and torture civilians, and then Mibaita himself was asked to do good deeds to others to gain gratitude... Isn't this just like playing house?

The man couldn't understand why Mibaita enjoyed this so much. When he first started to torture these civilians, he had a lot of fun, but he got bored after a while.

Now, doing some bad things is more or less just to maintain one's image.

He would even occasionally grant favors to civilians in private. Seeing the mixed expressions of fear and surprise on their faces made Black Crocodile feel even happier.

It is really interesting that even though I have oppressed them to the point where they can't breathe, they will be so grateful that they are speechless if I just show them a little kindness.

Black Crocodile gulped down another half bottle of wine and was originally planning to spit out some of the corrosive liquid, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do so.

He had seen enough of the miserable appearance and howling of these laborers corroded by acid, and the fearful expressions on the faces of other laborers due to that scene were nothing new... Black Crocodile just felt bored. He even wondered whether he should learn from that guy Mibaita and try to be a "good guy".

"I can't figure out why he's having so much fun, but since he can play for so long... it should be quite interesting."

The oppressor who was known for his cruelty and viciousness in the Lower City said to himself, but he also muttered to himself irritably: "But that guy Mibaita will not agree. I became a good person...what did he do?"

The black crocodile stood up.

"Well, let's get him to find someone else to do this job. It's not fun at all when he gets tired of it."

His muscular body exudes a terrifying sense of power that makes mortals stand in awe. His nearly three-meter-tall height is like an iron tower. Even without spitting acid, Black Crocodile can make the laborers below tremble with fear just by standing there.

His extraordinary power created a boundary as vast as the chasm between him and the group of mortals who were desperately digging for crystals in the tunnel.

Black Crocodile sometimes couldn’t understand why these guys didn’t run away?

But he had never thought about it carefully. Who would have nothing better to do than to think about what those mortals who might not see the sun tomorrow are thinking?

"Let's go to Neverland. We'll probably have to line up when the game starts, so let's have some fun while we can."