The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"I am not a contestant, Miss Fenrir, and neither are you."

He smiled and said, "My suggestion is to give the stage back to the contestants. What do you think?"

"So." The girl on the ring tilted her head slightly, "You don't want to fight me?"

"You can-"

"Excuse me."

When Grand Duke Qing Jin was halfway through his words, Shitana's figure had already appeared in front of him. The red-black wolf shadow behind her seemed to have swallowed the sun into its belly, completely shrouding Grand Duke Qing Jin in darkness.

"That wasn't a request."

The long-lost look of hunger and brutality finally appeared on the wolf's face.

"But..."

The wolf behind her roared toward the sky, and its claws that could easily shatter even high-level spells seemed to stir up red-black thunder, trying to tear the clone of the Grand Duke Qingjin apart alive.

"Declaration!"

*

The roar that couldn't even be covered by the soundproofing spell made Marina subconsciously look out the window, but she quickly turned back.

"So I think."

She looked back at Anser, who was sitting opposite her, and said seriously, "After all the gangs are wiped out, if there is no strict enough control, the downtown area will become even worse."

"A large amount of unowned property, gradually growing ambitions, and an almost collapsed order... They are visibly regaining their desires and aspirations as human beings. However, if there is no reasonable guidance and restraint, they will only go to destruction."

At this point, the girl sighed deeply and said, "It's all because of my lack of ability. If I had controlled the entire process well and hadn't let the situation develop to this point, and had managed the balance between their bestiality and cowardice, I wouldn't have to do so much work now."

"How do you plan to do the follow-up work?" Anser looked at him with a smile.

"Retain some of the gang members who have completely surrendered to me, and use them as the dark order to stabilize the downtown area that has become accustomed to this place. They can also be used as nutrients for regular growth, fed to the civilians little by little, so that they can continue to fight, maintain their anger, maintain their hatred, and maintain their hard-earned vibrant selves."

Marina's tone was gentle, her words were clear, and her thoughts were distinct: "If necessary, you can train it yourself."

"On this basis, we will gradually improve urban welfare construction, let the civilians taste the sweetness of resistance, and at the same time let the remaining gang members harass them to interrupt their progress in grabbing the fruits of victory. By cultivating deeper and irreconcilable contradictions and accumulating the next wave of conflicts, we will let them realize the importance of independent resistance and taste the supreme beauty of personal independence."

After saying these words, Marina's expression immediately became nervous: "Mr. Anser, is this... okay?"

"Um……"

Anser tapped the table with his fingers. "So, you still plan to control the Lower Town at all times, right?"

"...Yes, I am not capable enough. In order to ensure that no accidents occur, I can only use this most stupid method."

Anser smiled and said, "It's okay to use it now, because those trapped by you are mortals. They can't resist, and they may not even resist. But when the object of your plan rises to another level, it's best to change this style of analyzing and controlling every detail personally."

"The more you think and do, the easier it is to make mistakes. You need to find the key that can pry everything open, and deal with everything on this line around that key... Do you understand?"

Marina nodded vigorously: "I understand, Mr. Anser."

"That's good." Anser gently touched Marina's head and said in a gentle voice, "You still have a lot of time. The West Country is also an extremely valuable experience for you. Don't waste it."

"Yes, Mr. Anser!"

Marina nodded in response with joy on her face, and then there was another loud bang in the distance.

"Ms. Sitana's battle...has it already begun?"

She couldn't help but look out the window: "According to her personality, she won't just defeat the people in the ring. She is likely to challenge stronger people, even the Grand Duke Qingjin... Don't you want to go and take a look, Mr. Anser?"

"You underestimate her, Marina."

Anser laughed dumbly: "There's no need for that. That Grand Duke Qingjin is not even a clone. He is busy fighting with other dukes and dare not devote too much energy at this time. At most... pretend to let Xier go a little, and then fight to a draw."

"Is that so? That's amazing, Ms. Sitana."

Marina, looking out the window, murmured softly, "What an amazing power."

Ansel also looked out the window. Naturally, he could see the battle situation more clearly than Marina, and the smile on his face was bright and proud from the bottom of his heart.

"After all, she is Xitana, the one and only Xitana."

"..."

Marina withdrew her gaze from the window and looked at Anser's profile. After a while, she suddenly said:

"However, Mr. Anser has even figured this out, and you are just as remarkable."

"Hmm?" Anser raised his eyebrows slightly, "What point?"

"It's Miss Sitana."

Marina was a little surprised. "You must have thought that Miss Xitana would use her power recklessly sooner or later, and it would be difficult to hide it, so you deliberately exposed Faust's image to be close to your own. In this way... even if someone would connect Fenrir with Miss Xitana, and Faust with you, they would think that there is something fishy because 'How could Hydra reveal such a flaw?'"

These words caused the young Hydra to fall into a brief silence.

Then, he couldn't help but chuckle.

It was a kind of helplessness, but also a relaxed and gentle laughter that came from the heart.

"No, I haven't thought about it that much, Linna."

Anser smiled and shook his head, the softness in his eyes was so clear: "You think too much."

"I just simply didn't want to care about Xier."

“…Is that so?”

Marina was a little confused, and then she became anxious: "Then, with your identity, Faust... you should restrict Miss Sitana!"

“Why restrict her?”

Anser asked back: "This is her journey, and I just happened to run into her. Why should I restrict Xier's actions for this completely unnecessary thing?"

How is this... unnecessary?

Marina couldn't stand it any longer. Her voice became extremely urgent: "You spent so much time and effort to shape Faust's identity. How could it be unnecessary!"

"Well... this is indeed not rigorous on my part."

Anser nodded slightly: "It shouldn't be said that it is unnecessary. It should be that even if Xier makes a big fuss, I can make corresponding preparations."

"Isn't this too much trouble? You never allow such a situation where an accident is likely to happen."

The blond boy with gentle eyes just smiled and replied:

"Why would it be troublesome?"

How could it be troublesome? If it was her, it would not matter if she had to make temporary adjustments to her plans and if there might be some tricky situations in the follow-up.

Without saying much, Marina could understand what Ansel meant.

After a few seconds of silence, a smile broke out on the girl's face.

"Yeah, for Mr. Anser...it's definitely not a problem."

Beneath this smile lies a gloom that has never been revealed.

But...is this a reason for them to cause you trouble?

Chapter 52: Wrong Path, Crazy Thoughts

What is the battle like for high-level extraordinary people? It is difficult to have a standard answer to this question.

Under the absolute suppression of the Emperor, it was rare for high-level transcendents to engage in unreserved frontal fighting. And because this situation was rare, most high-level transcendents were naturally not good at it. Only those who had fought their way up from the lower levels or had been educated in this area had a lot of combat experience.

What transcendence brings to the transcendent is the desire for promotion and transformation. Most of the high-level transcendents extract and master the power from the countless complex elements in the world, and they exist for this reason.

From the subversive changes in violent means brought about by Ming Furo's etheric firearms, a supernatural means, it can be seen that the empire, which has been ruled by the emperor's supreme will for thousands of years, has remained stable most of the time.

A fifth-level transcendent who has mastered the elements that tend to kill can destroy a giant city with one blow if he tries his best, but how it can be transformed in actual combat is another matter.

Therefore, even if it was a Level 3 vs. Level 5 battle, Anser was not at all worried about Xitana's safety. Not only because the one watching the battle was only the fragile spiritual clone of the Grand Duke Qingjin, but also because...

Xitana Lancemalos was born to devour others and reach the pinnacle.

boom!

The high platform where Grand Duke Qing Jin was sitting was instantly destroyed by the wolf shadow behind Xitana. Amid the continuous shattering sounds, huge cracks spread all the way downwards, and then the entire arena wall collapsed directly amid the terrified shouts of the audience!

"……escape?"

The wolf standing in mid-air slowly turned his head and looked at the slightly frowning Duke Qingjin not far away, sneering disdainfully:

"A fifth-level transcendent doesn't even dare to take this blow?"

Grand Duke Qingjin really didn't dare to take it, because he could feel that if the huge claws of the magic wolf behind Xitana hit it, this spirit body with average strength... would probably be shattered on the spot.

Something is wrong, this Fenrir...

Just as an indescribable sense of solemnity was rising in the heart of Duke Qingjin, the demonic shadow that brought disaster and destruction had already rushed in front of him again.

"Then just keep on running away like this!"

Hitana's wild laughter resounded through the sky, and the red-black magic wolf behind her simply raised its claws and swung them down, stirring up an extremely violent gale. If there had not been a barrier protecting the stands, the audience below would probably not even be able to open their eyes.

And the first reaction of Grand Duke Qingjin was to hide.

His figure instantly turned into nothingness, perfectly avoiding the brutal and violent attack, but before he could retaliate, the Grand Duke's thoughts froze.

The body that had already become ethereal was unexpectedly pulled out of the ethereal state and became real again. And a white, tender, and beautiful fist, with wind pressure twisted and screaming due to the extreme speed and huge force, punched towards the head of the Grand Duke Qingjin.

Boom!

A huge wave of air exploded directly above the arena, and the violent force that dissipated in all directions directly impacted the protective barrier around the stands, causing it to flicker continuously and even spread shocking cracks.

However, Grand Duke Qingjin still stood in the same place, with no expression on his face. Instead, it was Hitana who threw the punch and flew backwards, with her feet stepping on the barrier that was almost broken by her.

"Isn't this something that can be stopped?"

After returning to her floating state, Xitana rubbed her shoulders and grinned, "This is more interesting."

As she said this, she put the hand that had just punched behind her back, and only showed it when the torn back of her hand returned to its original smooth appearance.

Once in combat, Hitana would launch a violent attack until the end, and would never stop to talk trash until one of them fell. But that just now made Hitana realize that the strong self-healing ability was easy to explain, but the domineering ability to be immune to damage after self-healing was something that only she had in the entire empire.

Although she has almost no scruples in her style of doing things, Shitana has actually always been careful to conceal herself. She is naturally like a fish in water in a place like the Western Country where warriors gather, but at a higher level, Shitana has also achieved amazing skills that no one could have imagined.

——The red-black air flow slowly came out from behind, and the demon wolf that seemed to be panting like a wild beast was her masterpiece.

However, her previous opponents had hardly ever allowed her to give it her all, and as time went on, Hitana almost forgot how special her spiritual essence was.

If it's like this, then I can't get hurt. If I really want to be exposed, I should at least wait until I fight Anser. This guy... is not worthy of it.

Hitana, who stopped halfway to change her strategy, narrowed her eyes slightly, and the red and black wolf shadow behind her became more and more vivid. The pair of dark red pupils rose and fell slightly with the huge body, dragging a heart-pounding blood-red light.

If you can't even deal with such a vague illusion, how can you have the nerve to challenge Anser!

Xitana was not so arrogant and war-loving that she thought she could fight a fifth-level warrior with the strength of a third-level warrior. The two sides were very different in terms of mastering the elements. She dared to do this because she had already smelled that the Grand Duke Qingjin was definitely not in person, so she dared to challenge him directly.

Miss Wolf is a very smart girl!

So next...

The demon wolf behind her suddenly howled towards the sky, and almost half of its body appeared behind Hitana, emitting countless red and black air currents in all directions. As its body dissipated behind Hitana, it immediately reorganized in front of her.

The girl crossed her arms over her chest, looking contemptuous at the other party: "But it seems that you are not doing well, so I will try another way to fight you."

The huge werewolf that broke away from Hitana's back swept up a huge red-black air wave, which almost covered the sky with an evil aura. What was even more incredible was that even if it only slightly touched the solid invisible barrier in front of the audience seats, the barrier was instantly covered with dense, shocking cracks that made people scream and turn around and run away.

"... cut off, terminate, no... swallow it?"

Gazing at the red and black waves that were overwhelming like a pack of hungry wolves, Duke Qingjin had already made a judgment in his mind.

The interruption of the transformation between reality and virtuality just now originated from here.

This Fenrir actually possesses the power to "eat" ether fluctuations!

To cast a spell, in short, is to output ether using a specific method. The ether fluctuations created by this method are not only almost impossible to capture, but also fleeting. Otherwise, the warriors would have already ridden on the warlock's head.

Not to mention the difficulty of capturing the fluctuations, this brutal act of biting a hole in it is no different from grabbing a handful of bombs and stuffing them into her stomach. How on earth did she do it?

Not only that, as we all know, a warrior's mobility is completely dependent on his limbs. For a warlock, the second level can master the art of levitation, but a warrior can only have the possibility of floating and flying when he reaches the fourth or even fifth level.

Not only can this Fenrir fly by herself, but the thing behind her... that looks like a summoned creature is definitely not something a warrior can summon and control.

Warriors who build a circulation of ether in their bodies cannot manipulate the ether in the atmosphere as easily as warlocks. If they want to have both, most of the outcomes are either: one is that the ether circulation in the body becomes unbalanced and the body explodes and dies, and the other is that the external ether manipulation goes out of control and they get burned. She is at the third level... Why can she do it so perfectly?

A person with such talent is just a bait for fishing? Isn't this too much of a luxury? Or...

Roar!