The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Anser gripped the chain blade at his waist and slowly approached the door.

The Head of Wind belonging to Hitana made Ansher lose the extremely critical detection ability. Everything inside the door is unpredictable, and the wavelength of ether is completely different. If you don't step into it, you will not get any information.

The blood flame is already within reach, and Ansor is also able to touch the door that is as scorching as the sun. For him now, it is not a problem to perfectly resist the blood flame in a short period of time, so... do he want to go in?

If this extreme information asymmetry continues, Anser will inevitably be in trouble as he is now and will be unable to cope with the subsequent moves of fate.

Have to take a gamble.

The young Hydra exhaled slowly. At this moment, it was not reasonable to call Ming Furo. Ivola had to deal with it, but now was not the time to be exposed. He also had other options.

"...I never thought that I would have to resort to such tactics again."

He chuckled and slowly put his hand over his face.

The next moment, the abyss fell.

At this moment, all the fleeing adventurers felt the essence of the world, the source of the extraordinary, that existence that encompassed all elements and was equivalent to the world's information torrent... had arrived.

Even if it was only for a moment, they all felt the terrifying power that made people mad.

Everyone was staring at the black-haired young man in the sky in a daze. His figure had turned into a ball of... indescribable black substance, which was twitching and dancing wildly like an irregular shadow. This black thing actually rushed directly into the sea of ​​fire, which was still full of energy, and crashed into the door that no one dared to covet anymore!

Time, space, matter, order... The moment he rushed into the door to the maze, Anser could feel how terrifying the blood flame gushing out from the other end of the door was. Even though it was far away from the source flame, it was able to burn many elements and concepts.

We have reached the other end, but... is it just a sea of ​​fire made up of this pseudo-source flame?

Ansor, who is currently in a strange state, successfully broke through the false sea of ​​source flames, but he did not feel any existence. The last lava world at least had volcanoes, but here there is only an endless sea of ​​fire?

No, the source of that power...

Anser calculated the time and moved quickly through the sea of ​​fire. The blood flame that burned everything was extinguished when it touched the black substance surrounding him. However, the blood flame was endless, and the black substance that seemed to be pouring out of Anser's body could not be regenerated.

However, Anser has also found his target.

In this vast and endless expanse of pure destruction, the only thing that exists is the faint, unnoticeable ether fluctuation.

"……palace."

Anser saw the ruined palace in the sea of ​​fire, and his eyes froze in an instant.

This is indeed the remains of the Zhengtian Dynasty. If nothing unexpected happened, the adventurers would have been able to make a fortune from this place.

But the accident happened, and she... was here.

"I, Wo, La."

Yes, at the end of the palace, on the dilapidated throne, Anser saw... Ivora, whose half body was burnt flesh and the other half was bloody and white bones, and who was deformed and hideous.

This sudden change... was indeed caused by her. She didn't die because by chance, guided by fate, she found the important treasure of the Zhengtian Dynasty?

On the ruined throne, Ivora, who seemed to be in deep sleep, suddenly twitched his eyelids twice on the other half of his face, which was intact.

And Anser, who had already obtained key information, had no reason or means to stay any longer.

This endless blood flame... is abnormal.

Although it cannot be compared with the source flame, and its strength is not as strong as that of the God Species that can annihilate everything, this amount is too bizarre. It is impossible for the seriously injured Ivora to ignite such a surging feast flame.

However, now is not the time to think about these things.

The dark figure gradually faded away, and then "flowed back" to the entrance of the door. It was not a return, but like a rewinding image, it flowed back directly, passed through the door easily, and returned to the original plane, where he was floating just now.

When he returned, there was very little black substance left on his body.

The remaining black substance quickly disappeared without a trace... as if it evaporated out of thin air, or as if it had directly penetrated into Ansel's body.

The young Hydra kept supporting his forehead, and his eyes, which should have been sea blue, were stained with large patches of darkness. The color from the abyss seemed to occupy Ansor's pupils, but was forced to fade away. As he kept gasping for breath, it finally faded away little by little.

At the same time, the miserable human figure in the broken palace finally opened her remaining eye. The deep red eye seemed to capture the remaining traces of the dark figure, and it contained two very contradictory emotions - rage and ecstasy.

"Anser...Anser!"

She roared and shouted at the top of her lungs, but no one responded in the shattered palace and endless sea of ​​fire.

Then, the woman's eyelids slowly drooped without her control. She woke up from her deep sleep briefly and lost consciousness again. With a hideous look of hatred, she murmured to herself:

"Kill him... Make sure to... kill them all!"

Ansel, who returned from the door, didn't know that he had missed the opportunity to communicate with Ivora. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He had already calculated the time for himself. In addition to preventing the burning of the Flame of Feast, he also had to be wary of the trap of fate to prevent himself from rushing in and the door closing immediately, causing him to never come back.

The young man stood in the air, lost in brief contemplation.

Risking his life by rushing into the door, he was able to confirm that fate had given Ivora a chance to survive, allowing her to coincidentally run into the remains of the Zhengtian Dynasty while drifting in the maze, and to extend her life through unknown means. However, the price seemed... somewhat severe. It was still unknown why she opened the door and where the endless blood flames came from.

However, at least it is much better than knowing nothing.

Anser exhaled slowly, a dark ominous color occasionally flashing across his sea-blue eyes. He turned around and prepared to return to Honggu City to determine the next course of action based on the information from Shadow Swamp.

But when he lowered his head, his expression was slightly stunned.

The blood flames...had covered the entire land beneath his feet, and the Honggu City in the distance was also swallowed up.

……Oops.

Anser suddenly thought of something, and his figure appeared above Honggu City in a few flashes, his eyes looking somewhere.

That was where he had set up the protective shield, and now there was only seething blood flames.

Those six lucky ones were ultimately unable to escape from the scythe of death.

Anser silently looked down at the sea of ​​fire below. He did not blame Fafner's people for taking mortals with them and running away when they were so busy that they could not take care of themselves... They were overestimating the moral level of adventurers. After all, Anser had never forced them to do so.

But he should have been able to react faster. At the moment the sea of ​​fire poured down from the sky, he should have reacted and let Fafnir's people take those mortals with them when they fled. As long as he said so... they would have a chance to survive.

But Ansel didn't. At that time, his mind was full of the game and struggle with fate. He was so happy and even proud of forcing out a trump card of fate, and he didn't consider the affairs of those mortals at all.

Now... I don't feel much regret.

If it were Xitana or Ming Furo, they would have regretted it, but Ansher didn't.

If one had to say what he had in mind, an idea did flash through the young Hydra's mind.

——It would be nice if Marina were here.

If it were her, I wouldn't have to think about these things.

Chapter 1: The Collapse of the Chess Game (W)

The bloody flames that burned everything had not stopped yet.

Floating in the air, Ansor frowned slightly and turned to look behind him.

There was nothing left on the earth except the flames of fire that seemed to consume everything.

This place is already hundreds of kilometers away from the gate. In just one night, the endless blood flames have spread to this distance.

And not forward, but in all directions.

"To this extent... Ivora can't do it, and there shouldn't be a relic that can increase her power to this extent."

Anser murmured to himself, "She looks miserable on the throne, she doesn't seem to have any autonomy."

Theoretically, this should be the blood flame enslaved by Ivora... Although it is completely incomparable to the source flame, it has already exceeded the reasonable scope.

Was it the work of that unknown force? Had Ivora already run into them?

"Lord Hydra!"

The shouts from afar made Ansher stop thinking temporarily. He turned his head and saw the Grand Duke of Lapis Lazuli, wearing a noble suit and holding a staff, flying towards him.

A little further away, you can see two tiny blurry figures. It seems that when it comes to showing courtesy, Duke Qingjin is the best.

Anser put his hands behind his back and asked calmly, "Have you reached a conclusion after discussing this?"

"...Unfortunately, we still know nothing at the moment." Grand Duke Qingjin shook his head awkwardly, "So we hope you can give us some opinions..."

The young Hydra nodded slightly: "Then go ahead."

His figure flashed and instantly disappeared in front of Grand Duke Qingjin. The latter was stunned for a moment, then adjusted the brim of his hat and sighed with emotion:

"A versatile person who can do everything... Hydra's talent is really enviable."

The man waved his staff, ripples appeared in the space around him, and his figure gradually faded and disappeared in mid-air.

Anser crossed hundreds of miles in an instant and appeared directly at the place where the door was opened, which was equivalent to... appearing in front of the grand dukes.

"Lord Hydra."

The grand dukes floating in the air bowed their heads to Anser with different looks in their eyes.

The power of the Feasting Flame reappeared in the world, enough to frighten the Grand Dukes who received the news so much that they dropped everything they were doing and rushed to the scene to confirm the situation as soon as possible.

When the door was opened, the fastest Grand Duke of Dragon Language arrived within an hour, and the slowest Grand Duke of Triumph arrived within three hours. This time difference existed only because of the speed of information transmission.

The door had been closed before the Dragontongue Grand Duke arrived, and it remained closed for about half an hour. Anser simply changed his appearance and appeared here as Hydra. He had already talked with the grand dukes before.

Above the sea of ​​blood and fire, the most powerful men who could easily overthrow the empire remained silent in the advancing and spreading destruction. The grand dukes came here one after another, but until now, no one has collected any useful information.

In other words, no one dared to make any attempt.

The family heritage accumulated over hundreds of years, the countless resources plundered from their respective territories, and the extraordinary power built up on this basis... all became humble firewood in the face of the fire that seemed to want to destroy the world.

When Efesandre and Ivola should theoretically have died, they could only anxiously find the two most suitable candidates to serve as regents. How could they dare to test this great power that has dominated mankind for thousands or even tens of thousands of years?

So they all stared at Anser intently, because the grand dukes were more certain than anyone else that this young Hydra... must be the one who least wanted Feast of Flame to return.

Although on the surface it was said that Hydra would always stand on the side of the Feasting Flame, fighting the emperor was not a betrayal of past promises, but because Ephisandr was no longer tolerated by the Feasting Flame and was not a qualified emperor - the Source Flame, which had been burning quietly for tens of thousands of years, took the initiative to recover Ephisandr's power, which was the best proof.

But no matter how well Anser's character is designed, one thing is very clear, that is, if Effisand is not dead... then Anser must be the one who is dead.

The brutal emperor... or rather the previous emperor, would not care about qualifications or reason. If she really managed to survive the burning of the source flame and made a comeback, the first one to face the wrath of the gods would be the disobedient snake who had rebelled against the emperor.

Anser certainly knew what they were thinking. He stared at the space where the door was closed for a long time, and suddenly said with a smile:

"I think the Grand Dukes are a little too nervous."

He said casually, "This flame cannot be compared with the source flame in any way."

The elements flowed as he wished, and a strange deep blue flame burned at Hydra's fingertips. He waved his finger lightly, and the fireball fell into the sea of ​​blood flame below. The deep blue struggled for two or three seconds before disappearing without a trace.

"Even flames of slightly higher quality cannot be devoured in an instant. In essence, it is nothing more than a powerful flame, with only a few characteristics of the source flame at most."

"Even if you're worried, it might actually come from that loser."

With his hands behind his back and a warm smile, Anser said something that made the Grand Dukes' hearts stop: "She is just holding this kind of flame. She has been deprived of her power by the source flame. There is nothing to be afraid of, right?"

The three words "loser" made no grand duke dare to respond at this time, but after the fear subsided a little, they were more or less relaxed by Anser's calm words.

Indeed...if the power that Effisandre possessed was limited to this extent, then she would no longer be the emperor who was above everything.

The Grand Dukes would not easily show their emotions, but they could not escape Anther's perception. The young Hydra's expression became more calm and confident, and he exuded a kind of magic that subconsciously convinced people at the right time.

"Beyond the gate to the world of confusion, there should be a very remarkable dynasty relic."

He said in a gentle voice: "No one knows how far the Zhengtian Dynasty has advanced into the world of confusion over the past tens of thousands of years. It would not be surprising if the power of the Xiangyan Clan still exists in the ruins."

Even the empire's best historians are unable to verify how long the Zhengtian Dynasty ruled, but conservative estimates suggest that it has a history of at least tens of thousands of years. Its existence is just as its name suggests, as it wants to conquer even the highest sky and spread the glory of the Feast Flame to all realms beyond this plane.

However, non-supernormal beings simply cannot live in the maze. Due to the outbreak of unstable elements, the strange wavelength of ether, and various environmental constraints, even supernormal beings cannot stay in a maze for a long time. What the Zhengtian Dynasty did was not to "colonize" the endless maze, but simply to leave traces in every maze.

By leaving behind secret treasures, artifacts, and building temples, the gods left behind the great achievements of being the only god to walk the world with human "wisdom" and rule over all things... How many miracles the Zhengtian Dynasty created in the maze is an unknown that even Hydra cannot confirm.

The only thing that is certain is that, theoretically, there should be no living people. A transcendent who is not strong enough cannot survive in the world of maze, and a transcendent who is strong enough but has no one to rely on will sooner or later be killed by the Dragon King who is keen on patrolling in the world of maze.

That's why Anser couldn't understand what kind of forces could hide in the maze without being hunted by the Dragon King? If they were not completely hidden in the maze, but would return to their original plane, how could they leave no trace at all?

Unless you reach the sixth level, it is impossible...

Thinking of this, Ansel himself found it ridiculous.

If there is... a fifth divine species in the maze, then everything on this continent would never be what it is now.

He put an end to his chaotic thoughts and focused on facing the Grand Dukes.

Fate never hides its moves, but whether you can understand its plans and thoughts depends entirely on your ability.

Anser had experienced countless defeats before he had the opportunity to confront Him head-on. Therefore, he knew better than anyone else in this world where His gaze was and where it would go.

"Come to think of it... Dynasty ruins may not be the only option."

As the young Hydra said this, he slowly descended from the air, and in front of the shocked gazes of the Grand Dukes, he landed directly on the sea of ​​fire.

"I think the Grand Dukes should also remember someone."

He chuckled, bent down, and stretched out his hand to touch the blood flame that burned everything. The greedy flame climbed up the boy's fingertips like hunting for the freshest and most delicious flesh and blood, and spread to his arm in an instant, as if it would immediately devour and burn him to ashes.