The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The armored giant roared angrily, and his body swelled up to a full seven meters again. The warhammer in his hand also grew larger to almost the size of a small building. He rushed into the resurrected army of the dead with a grim smile. The strong wind he raised while swinging his warhammer could tear the resurrected corpses into pieces. His entire body was like a passing storm, clearing out everything within fifty meters around him, and even turning the solid ground into powder.

In just a few breaths, he was going to kill his way through the entire army of the dead, ravaging everything wantonly.

The necromancer hidden among the dead just said indifferently:

"I gave you a reminder."

His legion was being crushed at a rate of hundreds of casualties per second. Even though there were still corpses filling the battlefield every moment, the necromancer did not show any panic. Instead, Fernando, who was in the center of the legion and enjoying the pleasure of mowing the grass, became more and more anxious and roared angrily: "Grave Lantern! You timid and inhuman thing! Get out here!"

No one answered him, or rather... the gray tornado that roared up from the ground was the best answer.

The world, and even many extraordinary people, have certain misunderstandings about necromancers, believing that their fighting power often comes from the more powerful dead. But if you think about it carefully, you will know that it is a ridiculous joke - there is nothing more ridiculous than pinning your hopes on the dead.

The source of a necromancer's power, of course, can only be... death.

The pure breath of death extracted from the dead that they called upon. After all, these corpses were just materials for them, and never combat power.

Endless gray deathly air gathered at an alarming speed and had formed a tornado visible to the naked eye, and Fernando was at the center of the storm. This was not a natural storm, and there was certainly no such thing as "being safe in the eye of the storm."

The heavy armor Fernando wore glowed with a pale blue light, which eased the erosion of the gray death energy, but could not completely prevent the power of death from seeping into his flesh and blood. Some parts of his huge body under the armor had already turned a blue-gray color similar to corruption, and the blood vessels flowing with hot blood began to shrink rapidly along with the muscles. Every wisp of air in the death storm was a more deadly weapon than a sword. It could quickly corrode the flesh and blood of the person it hit without cutting or piercing.

There are tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of pure death energy on this battlefield, ready for the Tomb Lantern to take. No wonder he is so confident.

The tomb lamp that controlled the death storm to tightly block and strangle Fernando spoke again: "Now, step back. We can still discuss the exploration."

"Give...me...die!"

Fernando roared, and the violent sound waves actually shattered the low-level adventurers who were watching the battle not far away into pieces. Even the distant Red Valley City could feel the impact of the roar, and the protective shield set up by Anser even flickered.

In the storm, Fernando, who was unable to break through, raised the warhammer above his head and backwards, bending his waist in an exaggerated arc. He forced his blood and energy to fill his whole body despite the erosion of death. His fragile blood vessels shattered instantly, and blood gushed out of the crazy man's facial features. However, the terrifying force had already gathered on the warhammer that was like a building, and then... it smashed down with a bang!

At this moment, everything seemed to be still.

The fifth-level warrior's unreserved pure physical strength bombarded the eternally unchanging earth. The shock wave, more terrifying than any storm, completely shattered the deathly storm that surrounded him. Hundreds of cracks first stretched for hundreds and thousands of meters, almost spreading to the distant Honggu City, and then collapsed in an extremely exaggerated manner. Compared with the momentum that was no different from an earthquake, the explosion that seemed to be the collapse of mountains was the least worth mentioning in this bombardment.

Under Fernando's hammer, the land with a radius of nearly two kilometers was directly turned into huge pits and rubble ruins.

"Haah...haah..."

Fernando spat out a mouthful of blood foam and gasped for breath. In order to prevent the opponent's back-up plan and the next guy who might want to take advantage of him, he held back and did not use his full strength, but his current condition was not very good.

“Damn it…” The man took off his arm armor and looked at his arm which was shrinking continuously and seemed to be deformed. His expression was gloomy. “What a troublesome necromancer. If what he opened was not the Dynasty Ruins, then he would be at a loss.”

"Since you know, why waste your time?"

The sound of a tomb lamp suddenly rang out in the deep pit. Fernando's expression changed, and he immediately tightened his grip on the warhammer: "Neither human nor ghost... do you still have the strength to spare?"

"You too, Fernando, it's a pity..."

Fernando's hammer not only annihilated almost all the remaining corpses on the battlefield, but also had an extremely powerful magic-breaking effect. Therefore, the tomb lamp should not be able to absorb death energy at will. However, endless death energy still surged towards the sky like a tide, slowly outlining the image of a ghost in a cloak that was at least a hundred meters tall!

The tomb lamp, which had accumulated enough death energy before Fernando took action, slowly said: "It's a pity that my remaining strength is greater than yours."

In the hand of the cloaked ghost appeared a sickle that was at least twice as long as its hundred-meter-long body. The terrifying image could be seen clearly in the Red River Valley.

The shadow of death in the sky raised its sickle high, and the tomb lamp that never appeared still said in a hoarse and indifferent voice: "The third time, and the last time."

If he swung this sickle, two-thirds of the population of a large city would be killed on the spot.

"..."

Fernando looked up at the giant sickle. After a moment's silence, his body slowly shrank to about three meters in size. The tomb lamp no longer eroded his body and generously took back the death energy.

Adventurers, especially those at their level, have a tacit understanding about many things that doesn't require much explanation.

For example, unless there is an irreconcilable feud, try not to kill anyone no matter what the conflict is, especially when it comes to exploration and adventure.

As a fighter, the tomb lantern has a huge advantage in certain situations such as now, but once it enters the maze, it can only be kicked around by the warriors. Similarly, although the warriors have some lack of means in this plane, once they come to the chaotic maze, their adaptability is perfectly demonstrated.

In order to ensure the smooth progress of subsequent exploration, there is no need to make enemies here.

Fernando turned and left without saying a word, heading towards Red Valley City. His natural reaction was to acknowledge that the current Tomb Lamp was stronger than him, and he was willing to admit that the first right to explore this maze belonged to Crow's Nest.

Gluttony is a top guild on par with other adventurer guilds such as Crow's Nest, Howling Legion, and Executioner. Their concession has almost made this battle lose suspense. The Crow's Nest adventurers who were raiding the battle in the distance were already cheering, but Grave Lantern had not let down their guard. The hundreds of meters long cloaked ghost and the even more exaggerated giant scythe were still floating in the air.

If I guessed correctly, the legendary gentleman should now be...

"Faust! Is that Faust?"

The exclamations of the onlookers have answered the question of the tomb lamp.

In mid-air, a black-haired adventurer came walking in the air. Over this period of time, his image has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Three years ago, Faust had never shown his true face. His appearance was always shrouded in darkness. The only recognizable thing was the terrifying black blade at his waist.

No one knows why Faust suddenly returned, and no one knows why he no longer hides himself, but no matter who it is, after seeing the Castle of Strife split in two, no one will doubt Faust's power.

"This maze." He looked down at the tomb lamp that was hidden so well that Fernando could not find it at all, and said concisely, "It belongs to me."

Fernando, who was repairing not far away, sneered with glee, and the adventurers exclaimed in unison, most of them finding it amusing.

"Faust is about to collide with the tomb lamp? Seriously?"

"Didn't he say that he and Fafner were close friends?"

"Grave Lantern is Fafner's top fighter, and now he is in an advantageous position. It's going to be a good show to watch!"

Compared to the adventurers' fear of chaos in the world, the slight tremor of the huge undead shadow in the sky shows the true mood of the tomb lamp at the moment.

Before coming here, the Lord of the Crow's Nest, Fafna, had emphasized to him many times that he must not provoke Faust.

No matter whether he appears gloomy or cheerful, no matter whether he looks violent or peaceful, you must never have any conflicts with him. If possible, don't even have any intersection with him.

Mudeng still remembers his boss's meaningful words: "This is for your own good."

He is still maintaining Fafna's requirements and has not shown any disrespect to Ansher, but even so, Mudeng thinks that it would be ridiculous if he was so scared that he gave up the first exploration.

Therefore, Mudeng just said in a deep voice what he had said to Anser before: "Hope, that's enough."

Then, in order to show respect, the tomb lamp drove the shadow of the undead floating in the sky without hesitation, gathered the power of countless pure death energy on the battlefield, and slashed straight at Faust's neck, attempting to reap his life with the most equal death to all things!

Anser calmly placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

In fact, he doesn't need to abide by the so-called adventurer's rules. If he wants to plunder the secret treasures in the gate of the maze, even if he is not Hydra, he can rob and rob unscrupulously with the power of Faust alone.

But he still chose to abide by the rules set by the adventurers, not only because he always abided by the rules, but also because... the countless adventurers in the Western Country were also a group of good alternative chess pieces, and their use was also within Anser's plan.

The only trouble is that Anser never thought of hiding his strength along the way. When facing a veteran necromancer like Tomb Lantern and a top guild fighter, it is inevitable that he will be unable to control himself. If he really fails to control himself, it may bring trouble to Faust's identity building.

What's the best way to destroy that undead shadow? Cut it in half with a sword, or -

Anser, who was thinking about how to defeat Tomb Lantern in a cool and less shocking way, suddenly changed his expression.

At the same time, it wasn't just Anser's expression that changed.

And there was that door that was supposed to open seven or eight hours later at noon today.

All eyes focused on Faust shifted to the sky, to the "door" that looked like a second scorching sun.

It... opened.

Then the next moment, the sky, which was dyed blood red, was filled with a sea of ​​fire.

Chapter 63: Fate's Counterattack

The door to the maze... opened in the opposite direction?!

Anser looked up at the crack in the sky that looked like a second sun, burning with blood-red flames. Endless flames gushed out of the crack like a waterfall or a sea. In just a few breaths, the blood-red flames covered the earth, sweeping in all directions like a charging herd of beasts!

“It’s Yuanyan!!!”

Someone screamed in terror, and this title, which symbolized the origin of the Feasting Flame and the mighty power of the gods, made the surrounding adventurers flee immediately, for fear of being stained by even the slightest spark.

Burning everything, the blood flame that never goes out before breaking everything down to its base point will kill anyone who touches it.

...No, it's still far from the real source flame.

Ansor, standing in the air, could tell the strength of this power at a glance. Since the beginning of the Heavenly Dynasty, Hydra has been with the Flame Clan for tens of thousands of years. The power of the Source Flame has long been engraved in the blood of the abyss monsters of the End. Although this rolling sea of ​​fire is amazing, it is by no means the real Source Flame.

Only the current emperor can control this power, which cannot appear in other corners of this world, but the doomsday scene brought by the sea of ​​blood and flames is not false...

But that's not the point.

If the interior of the maze is really the legacy of the Zhengtian Dynasty, then it is not surprising that there is a fire of destruction similar to the source flame, but the question is... why would this endless flame pour out from the door of the maze?

The plane where the four divine species exist is the absolute main plane in the vast and endless zero-point maze. So far, all naturally generated maze doors, whether random or determined, dangerous or stable, have always been one-way. Only the existences of this plane can step into the maze through the door, and no things or existences from the maze have ever passed through the door to this plane.

Unless, this door was opened manually.

In the current continent, there are definitely no more than five extraordinary people whose understanding of spatial elements is enough to open the door to the world of confusion, and there is only one person who is related to Xiangyan.

"Ivora..."

Anser narrowed his eyes slightly. Under the virtual image, the blood-red flames were reflected in the sea-blue eyes of his real face.

If it was really Ivora, why didn't she go to such great lengths to open the door to the maze and return directly to the main plane? If she was planning to find a place to recuperate, why did she make such a scene that would surely shock the empire?

The things from the maze world invade the main plane in reverse. Ordinary extraordinary people may not take it seriously. After all, in the eyes of most extraordinary people, the maze world is just an endless treasure house that they can take whatever they want.

But the top-level extraordinary people are very clear that if this becomes the norm, it will be a terrible disaster.

But if it wasn't Ivora, what caused this sudden change, the mysterious force hiding in the dark?

In the original world line, they almost never showed up. In Anser's cognition, they only assassinated Anelsa and pushed Susilen to the throne. Do they have any reason to do such a thing?

"Sure enough...you won't let go of this opportunity."

Ansher exhaled lightly, and actually faced the falling sea of ​​fire. While all the adventurers were fleeing madly, he went upstream and flew directly to the door to the maze in the air!

"Use information that is important enough to attract my attention, and use asymmetric intelligence to influence my judgment... old-fashioned but effective, right?"

As long as Anser faces enough problems, he will not be forced into a cycle of inability to judge and infinite proof - because of the scarcity of information, once a problem is solved, another problem will arise, and they want to prove each other but cannot form a chain. As long as even one step is wrong, he will be doomed.

On the other side of the maze, Ansor didn't know whether there was a natural change in the door of the maze, or someone forced the door open; if it was man-made, he couldn't be sure whether it was Ivora or the secret force, let alone analyze their motives and purposes.

You have enough important information but cannot get more crucial intelligence. If you continue thinking about it, you will only fall into an unsolvable maze. And if you do nothing, fate will not let you go of this opportunity.

His counterattack came too quickly.

But at this moment, Anser, who was swimming upstream against the sea of ​​fire, did not have the slightest resentment or even tension. His breathing was even hotter than the surrounding air.

Flying to the same height as the door to the maze, Anser's sight seemed to penetrate the endless blood flames that were surging out, but he still couldn't see what was on the other side of the door. However, he was not depressed at all, and he didn't even feel anxious.

"Hurry...that's it." The young Hydra murmured.

Such a fierce and swift counterattack was most likely made by Him under extremely unreasonable circumstances... It meant that Anser's plan had been nailed to the vital point of fate.

Just like He had laid the groundwork three years ago, allowing Ming Furo to crush Ansher's plan to devour Flamel and rule the empire three years later... Destiny would never allow a being who already knew the future to possess absolute supreme power.

He blocked him once, but Anser launched a powerful counterattack by fighting for the position of regent, winning himself a full year of growth space... For the extraordinary people, such a short period of time was insignificant, but for Anser, it was the key to changing everything.

And fate's fierce counterattack also proves this point.

——If Anser is allowed to remain so calm, the balance of victory and defeat may really be skewed.

So He brought this accident without any warning, but with traces to follow.

It will definitely cause Anser to lose the opportunity to develop steadily.

The great being that stood high above the world showed Anther his intentions as magnanimously as ever, and waited for Anther's response in silence and calmness.

Should I act rashly with so little intelligence, making choices that are likely to be wrong over and over again, or should I just watch Him... and make moves calmly and leisurely?

From the beginning of the plan to tame Hitana until now, although there have been some setbacks and even repeated failures, Anser has been getting stronger step by step. He rarely faces such a moment where he has no choice - because he never puts himself in such a moment.

He was even able to take time out to travel around the Western Country as if he were traveling. All he had to do was wait for information from Shadow Swamp.

Now, Anser finally felt the despair and irresistibility again. This game... would be the most unfair one among all the unfair chess games.

In this way, fate should have been prepared when he joined forces with Ivora to try to surround and kill Efesand. After all, when Efesand was dying, her first reaction was to try to kill her own daughter, which was not normal. It can only be said that... it was in line with her character, and it was not surprising that she did it.

If this was done in order to force Ivora to use manipulation to escape instinctively, and then lose control under the burning of the source flame, drifting in the endless maze, and then wait for the opportunity to place the key move...

No, not an if, but a fact.

When Ansher was planning for the future, He had already made preparations to deal with it.

Faced with this sudden predicament, the smile on Ansher's face became more and more vivid. It was a smile that both Xitana and Ming Furo rarely saw... an uncomfortable, evil, dangerous, and inhuman smile.

Anser is now...very happy.

Because fate has come to this point, there is no doubt that the key trump cards other than the protagonist have been drawn out. The power hidden in the maze is very likely to have been driven by fate, so there is a tail that can be caught.

Besides this, what made Anser feel twistedly happy was... this feeling that he was getting closer and closer to fate, making fate unable to maintain its lofty indifference and rationality little by little, making it feel that "It" was not trying to dominate everything, but had to fight back under his attack. This head-on confrontation... made Anser's heart, which had become increasingly quiet and stable during this period of peace and even warmth, beat violently.

He resented his fate and wanted all the time to defeat Him, defeat Him, and destroy Him. The desire born out of this longing was a secret that Xitana, Ming Furo, and even Ansher himself... were not fully aware of.