The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"How about being a dragon slayer again?"

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“Dragon…”

Sitting in a wheelchair, Number Nine tilted his head and looked at the red dragon standing at the highest point of the city, raising its head and roaring. He sighed softly, "A natural born strong man can obtain abilities and talents that surpass everything without paying any price. How enviable."

"Number Nine, it's time to go!"

Because he couldn't accept that Crow would entrust such an important task to No. 9, Nalan took the initiative to apply to become No. 9's deputy.

She was not unhappy about being under the control of this girl who was a mortal not long ago. She just wanted to restrain this already mentally confused guy to prevent her from causing any unnecessary trouble.

Unexpectedly, trouble came not long after the mission began - whether it was the giant dragon that suddenly attacked, or Number Nine who was talking to himself while looking at the dragon, they were all trouble.

This fifth-level dragon was not something they could handle, and the news of the dragon disaster should be notified to Anser as soon as possible. Impatiently, Nalan was ready to forcibly evacuate with No. 9, and his hands were already on her collar.

However, the next second, Nalan's body suddenly froze.

She felt... the surging power like a tidal wave that appeared out of nowhere in Number Nine's body!

Endless shadows spread out from under Number Nine's wheelchair, covering the ground and buildings in front of her with the force of thunder, dyeing everything within her sight into darkness, and quickly climbed up to the building where the giant dragon that was spewing fiery dragon breath downwards was located. Countless huge ghost claws emerged from the shadows that were attacking violently, grabbing at the giant dragon that was pouring out murderous intent with extreme ferocity.

"Roar--!!"

The ghost claws, surging like a pack of hyenas, clung tightly to the dragon's flesh, transforming into substantial shadows that bound its huge body tightly. The sharp black shadow claws had even faintly broken through the dragon's scales and embedded directly into its muscles as hard as iron and stone!

"Now is not the time to evacuate, Naylan."

Number Nine, who borrowed strength from Ansher, slowly stood up. His seemingly slender and weak body floated into the air, and he cast an indifferent glance at the dazed Naylan from above.

"Our mission has just begun... Take the Shadow Crystal, and find an angle that makes it look like we are taking refuge."

Then, the witch in a pitch-black dress calmly stared at the angry dragon. She read anger and...hunger in the dragon's blood-stained dark gold vertical pupils.

The giant dragons were swept across the world under the influence of the madness of the Dragon King. They came to release their eternal and endless hunting hunger. Any powerful opponent is their best prey and food.

"Ako!"

Ancient and mysterious low syllables burst out from its throat, and the power called Dragon Language shattered all of the shadow claws that Number Nine had wrapped around it with this roar. The giant black claws that had just locked its body tightly had left several bloody marks on its body, but these wounds were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dragon's vertical pupils were filled with both the anger of being hurt and the hunger of hunting strongmen. It flapped its wings and flew into the sky, letting out a terrifying roar that could be heard dozens of kilometers away. The sound waves it created were like invisible waves, sweeping across the entire city. Amid the endless roar, it directly uprooted the streets, turned the houses into powder, and shook the poor and innocent mortals into bloody foam.

It is announcing to its fellow tribesmen that they should not interfere with its hunting.

Number Nine removed the shadow that completely enveloped him, looked at his delicate palms, and whispered thoughtfully: "If it's just ether, it really isn't enough."

She did not choose to completely borrow Ansher's power. With the previous lesson, No. 9 was already very cautious when using the power of the abyss that only Hydra could perfectly control. As long as she could get the ring, she didn't mind having her life span shortened, but before that, she had to ensure that the erosion of the abyss would not continue to get worse.

Therefore, No. 9 simply borrowed 40% of Ansher's ether to drive the shadow, and the result... was not very good.

Hydra's power comes from their ultimate mastery of the elements. For Hydra, calling upon the elements in which they specialize is almost the same as making the world in this part obey their will and operate. Even with the incomplete borrowing of Anther's power, Number Nine is still the mediocre Number Nine.

Countless shadow claws rose from the ground again, soaring into the sky, wrapping around the dragon's body like evil spirits from hell, tightly binding its broad flesh wings.

A hint of arrogance and disdain flashed across the red dragon's dark golden vertical pupils. It opened its mouth again, and a dragon roar containing special power was about to erupt again. However, when the sound had already roared out of its throat, the mysterious dragon language turned into... a shrill howl.

"Roar!!!"

The shadow claws that had been shattered by its roar and at most only scratched its scales and slightly penetrated its body, now actually broke its bones with just its strength. The sharp tip pierced the dragon's body like tearing thin paper and crushed its wings. Number Nine's already dark eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow again at this moment.

If it’s not enough, just borrow more.

This time, Number Nine borrowed some knowledge and understanding of the shadow element from Anther. In just a moment, combined with Anther's 40% ether, she, who was originally only able to restrain the dragon, immediately caused considerable damage.

Mr. Anser...that's amazing.

Number Nine was amazed at Anser's talent. She wondered what else Anser couldn't do.

If the fight continued, Number Nine was confident that she could kill the dragon alone. However, after inflicting such heavy damage to the dragon, Number Nine did not continue. She almost immediately returned this knowledge from the abyss.

The girl subconsciously touched the mask on her face. The moment she came into contact with the understanding of the shadow element, she felt the pulse of the abyss. The tingling of her skin and the pain in her body told No. 9 that even in such a short few seconds, her weak soul was further eroded, even if it was only a tiny bit.

This giant dragon was not worth her doing this, and No. 9 had never thought of killing it alone at first. After all, she didn't come here to slay a dragon.

But it is to clean up the adventurers.

Number Nine has never been a believer in power supremacy. Rather than this idea, she believes more in... making the best use of everything.

"All adventurers in this city, listen up."

With the return of power, the shadow claws that had been binding and tearing the dragon suddenly lost their previous strength. The dragon roared and shattered them again, but its torn wings had not recovered immediately, so it could only fall from the sky in anger.

"I have greatly weakened its power. Whoever cuts off its head will be able to take half of the spoils."

The dark witch floating high in the sky looked down at the giant dragon that was struggling to stand up. She raised her hand slightly, and endless shadows surged again, turning into sharp blades that pierced directly into the dragon's wound. Although it looked like she had cut the dragon into pieces, it actually did not have much effect at all. The monster was recovering at an extremely terrifying speed.

But even though the dragon seemed to be seriously injured and was indeed being suppressed by Number Nine, no adventurer dared to rush forward and take a chance.

Of course they didn't dare. What hyenas are best at is judging the situation and assessing the situation. The adventurers knew very well that this giant dragon, which looked scarred, could burn them to ashes with just a breath of dragon's breath.

And how could Number Nine not know the nature of these adventurers?

After more than ten seconds, No. 9, who had been trying to cause more damage to the dragon but with little success, sighed softly.

She didn't think she was deceiving the adventurers, but rather she was taking advantage of their greed and giving them an opportunity.

Since no one wants this opportunity, I can only take it back.

"Now, all adventurers, regardless of their rank, attack this dragon immediately."

The witch's hoarse voice once again spread throughout the city, but this time, there was only pure coldness and indifference in her words.

"This is not a request, this is an order."

"—In the name of Master Hydra."

This sentence not only stunned the adventurers who were hiding and waiting for an opportunity, but also Nalan and the rest of the Shadow Swamp.

"Number nine!"

Naylan said angrily: "What are you talking about! How dare you be so reckless in the name of Lord Anser - Gurgle!"

The materialized shadow directly stabbed into Nalan's mouth, blocking her from saying anything further.

"Don't let my good impression of you disappear completely, Naylan." Number Nine glanced at Naylan who was restrained by her, "Don't make yourself look so stupid... I will have to spend more time adjusting the video later, it's troublesome."

After that, No. 9 even stopped paying attention to the giant dragon, and instead spread the shadow she controlled further. More and more hidden adventurers found that the ground under their feet was already pitch black. Before they could react in horror, the dark claws wrapped around them, piercing their flesh coldly and cruelly, slowly cutting several wounds.

"Or, go fight the dragon."

Number Nine looked down at the shadow that covered almost a quarter of the city, as if he was overlooking his own territory.

She raised one hand and slowly closed her five fingers. The bodies and bones of the many adventurers who were bound by black claws in the shadows and hiding in various places in the city were squeezed and cracked bit by bit, and their internal organs were about to burst under this terrible pressure.

"Or, die now."

Then, Number Nine released the shadow claws that were restraining the adventurers. Almost at the same time, most of the adventurers who were freed immediately began to flee frantically, completely ignoring Number Nine's words.

But no matter how hard they try to escape, they can't escape their own shadows.

Countless hands rushed out from the shadows of the fugitives, piercing their flesh, twisting their throats, or crushing their heads, executing them instantly in the most decisive and efficient way.

"Rovven!"

At this time, the red dragon had recovered from its previous injuries and became even more furious. It seemed that it was not because No. 9 had just severely injured it, but because No. 9 had clearly severely injured it but did not follow up with a fierce enough attack in time, as if he was humiliating it.

It did not rush into the sky. Instead, its mouth opened in an exaggerated arc, and the red ether quickly gathered into a ball flashing with lightning, aiming at the motionless number nine in the sky. The condensed ball was there, and it directly melted everything around it.

But Number Nine hadn't even looked at the dragon, and was still carrying out his slaughter in an orderly manner.

"You damn witch!!"

The desperate adventurer roared and attacked No. 9 in the air, but just as he raised his sword, before he could swing it, he was torn to pieces by countless hands that emerged from his shadow.

"If you have the courage to attack me, why don't you have the courage to attack the dragon?"

Number Nine whispered darkly, "What a bunch of hopeless... hyenas."

She finally shifted her gaze to the dragon. At this moment, the blazing energy ball had accumulated to the maximum level. The fifth-order dragon that Shitana was facing could directly smash a mountain in the distance with a beam of light. The power accumulated by this fifth-order dragon could directly annihilate the city into a deep pit without any problem.

But No. 9 did not regret why she did not kill the dragon at the first time, because it was not worth it, because she was not here to slay the dragon, but to help Anser establish a new order in the West.

Moreover, Number Nine knew that he was coming, right away.

She stared into the dark golden vertical pupils of the scarlet dragon. There was no solemnity in her eyes as one would toward a powerful enemy, only pity.

This mercy instantly detonated the already extremely furious dragon.

boom--!

It did blow up.

They were blasted to pieces by a pitch-black beam of light that came from the sky, whose source could not be seen at all, until not even a trace of dust was left.

The terrifying black light, which had no limit or end and was at least dozens of meters in diameter, flattened most of the city and rushed to the other end of the horizon, plowing an endless abyss on the ground.

Number Nine also left behind a few lucky people to witness this scene that seemed like the Last Judgment Day.

The girl slowly descended from the air, sat back in the wheelchair, and returned the borrowed power.

She knew that her mission in this territory was over.

A few seconds later, the Deus Ex Machina appeared above the ruined city.

The steel wings behind it spewed out blue flames, and the snake mouth on its chest exuded a faint breath of destruction. Its demeanor as if it was dominating the world contrasted with the final blow that annihilated all things just now, causing the adventurers who survived No. 9's massacre to kneel on the ground as if they were paying homage to a god.

Sitting back in the wheelchair, Number Nine held up his face and looked at the extraordinary person not far away, whose face was full of fear and fanaticism. He asked nonchalantly, "Did you record everything?"

"..."

Nailan, who was restrained just now, did not answer. She did complete the order of No. 9, and now she realized what No. 9 was doing.

The essence of the adventurer cleansing plan is to use them as sacrifices so that Anser can establish majesty and authority that no one dares to disobey. The former is a means and the latter is an end.

As long as the world realizes Anser's power and inviolability, it doesn't matter whether the adventurers were killed for breaking the rules or for not fighting the dragon.

What's more, the latter is more reasonable. Compared with those messy rules, the reason of "living in disgrace and not protecting civilians during a dragon disaster" is obviously more plausible.

...This madman, from the very beginning of the dragon disaster, did not consider retreat and reorganization, but immediately redesigned the plan?

Naylan thought of how No. 9 had forced the adventurers to face the dragon in the name of Anser without hesitation.

A breathtaking...confidence.

Whether it is making a decision about Anser or taking someone else's life.

Chapter 9: Choice and Price (K)

"Anser! You promised to give that thing to me!"

The tiny figure standing on the Iron Devil's shoulder knocked hard on the Masculine head and said, "How did you kill it with such a blast?"

"Don't knock." Before Anser could answer, Ming Fuluo's unhappy voice sounded, "Believe it or not, I will throw you down."

"Tsk, I'll go down by myself, you don't need to lead me... I smell a lot of dragons around here, you and Anser don't need to lead me, my hunt will start from here."

Shitana snorted, jumped down from a height of hundreds of meters, trampled the already messy street, and casually brushed off the dust on her clothes.

She was just about to look up and tell Anser not to worry about her and to leave her alone from now on, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the figure sitting in the wheelchair in the scattered smoke and dust.

Shitana was about to speak, but after moving her lips slightly, she remained silent.

Number Nine didn't even focus his eyes on Sitana. Instead, he looked up at the Iron Demon who was more majestic than any king. He stood up from the wheelchair with some reluctance and knelt down to salute.

She was so pious as if she was offering a prayer to the god she believed in, yet she was also as graceful as a heroine about to perform on stage, exuding such a distinct calmness and...confidence.

"The adventurers in Rift City have been dealt with, Mr. Anser."

Anser's figure appeared on the shoulder of the deus ex machina. He looked down at the shattered city below. After seeing the few surviving adventurers shivering in the ruins and discovering their mixed expressions of fear and reverence, he guessed what No. 9 had just done.

The hem of her black robe fluttered in the wind as Hydra gazed at the mountains in the distance that were visible to the naked eye and looked like steps to heaven.

"It is indeed the duty of adventurers to defeat dragons during dragon disasters."

He did not look down, but stared into the distance, and said nonchalantly: "But asking them to fight a fifth-level dragon like this is too much to ask, No. 9."

"I was too hasty, Mr. Anser." Number Nine accepted Anser's "criticism" very obediently and replied very meekly, "Please punish me."

"Let's talk about this after the dragon disaster is over."

Ansher withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked down at the delicate girl sitting in the wheelchair who was looking up at him.

...Does she really not care at all?

Faced with a giant dragon that attacks the city directly, most adventurers would choose to lead the dragon away, unless it is an extremely vicious and completely chaotic creature.