The villain's way to tame the protagonist

These dragon species would be the final monsters that are extremely difficult to deal with in any dragon disaster, but this time... they came out in full force!

"Fifteen minutes, A'Luo." Anser said calmly, "After fifteen minutes, we will retreat."

"…No, Anser."

Ming Fuluo responded in a low voice: "It can be extended to twenty minutes, no problem, trust me."

Anser was slightly stunned. After a brief silence, he said seriously: "We didn't come here with the intention of killing a high-level dragon. This time we just want to test their degree of danger. There is no need..."

Because the deus ex machina cannot be maintained for a long time, Anser

"But there is a need for follow-up, right Anser."

Ming Fuluo raised her head and looked straight into Anser's eyes: "Even if it's just five minutes, it's an opportunity and possibility for you to solve one more problem."

"You can't hold on much longer now—"

"I can, Anser. Don't forget...you promised me."

The petite woman tightly grasped the back of Anser's hand and whispered without wavering, "Whenever necessary, you must use me."

"Now is the necessary moment."

How to break the impasse, Xitana and Ming Fuluo still haven't come to a conclusion. In the end, they both think that the only thing they can do is... fulfill all their duties and do what Anser needs.

Since Anser needed strength to fight the dragons, protect the West Kingdom, and support him to rescue Ivora, Ming Fuluo would give it to him, no matter how difficult it was, no matter what the cost.

"……it is good."

Anser felt the warmth and strength coming from the back of his hand and didn't say anything more.

This time, Anser and Ming Furo rushed towards the dragon tide together and confirmed that there were twelve level five giant dragons and three ancient dragon species in this dragon disaster. Facing the siege of these twelve giant dragons, they not only successfully inflicted heavy damage on one of them, but also escaped unscathed in twenty minutes... exactly.

*

The next day, after a rest, Ming Furo and Anser returned to the home court again. At this moment, Anser had gathered many powerful fifth-order transcendents, and also encouraged the low-level transcendents in various ways. They collided head-on with the dragon clan on the vast plains, and endless death spread.

This time, the Deus Ex Machina faced the siege of eight giant dragons, causing considerable damage to three of the high-level dragons. At the 19th minute and 26 seconds, Ansher controlled the Deus Ex Machina to forcibly evacuate.

On the third day, the disaster and frenzy of the dragon clan showed no signs of ending. The gathered extraordinary people showed the fear that Anser had expected. Some extraordinary people began to stop participating in the battle and tried to escape. Once someone opened their mouths, more and more people fled.

In order to stabilize the morale of the army, Ming Furo forcibly activated the mechanical descent three times today. The total duration within one day was more than forty minutes, allowing Anser to successfully cut off the head of an ancient dragon, which greatly boosted the morale of the extraordinary people and temporarily curbed the possibility of a large-scale rout.

And the price was... Ming Furo had not responded to even a single word from Anser until the fourth day when Anser appeared on the battlefield.

On the fourth day, more than half of the twelve dragons had been severely damaged, which greatly reduced the pressure on the Western Country in terms of high-level combat power. However, Ming Furo's problem became more serious. Her speech became intermittent, her thinking became slow, and she even became mentally confused.

So Ansor finally made up his mind to forbid Ming Furo from forcibly improving the performance of the mechanical deity, but this painful battle... is not over yet.

*

After a deafening roar, the huge dragon head slipped from the neck and fell from a thousand meters in the sky to the ground covered with corpses and blood.

There were flickering spots of light around the mechanical deity, and the floating cannons that kept firing blasted endless light explosions in the sky, which were then annihilated in the dragon's breath of different colors in an instant.

On the ground, the warlocks anchored in their positions waved their staffs, and light and darkness, fire and frost, storm and thunder... the surging energy intertwined and mixed, accompanied by the roars of the warriors, and a seemingly endless roar sounded on the earth.

In order to prevent a third dragon disaster or to prevent this disaster from being endless, Anser did not directly kill high-level dragons in every battle, but tried to severely injure them to the point where they were unable to fight. Also because of this, the consumption of maintaining the mechanical deity was much greater than normal.

The dragons that follow the Dragon King's madness and hunger are not warriors who value honor. On the contrary, facing such a powerful prey as the Ex Machina, they will even abandon their strong desire to hunt alone. Every time Ansher appears, he has to face at least four or five fifth-level dragons at the same time. All of them have lived through a long time and appeared in previous dragon disasters. They are powerful dragons that the Grand Dukes of the West must regard as the ultimate enemy to deal with.

Their battles could only be carried out at an altitude of several thousand meters, otherwise it would be no different from destruction itself. Even so, the aftermath of their battles could still easily set off a howling hurricane, tearing apart the solid earth, and the mere vibration of the ether could instantly shatter the spells constructed by extraordinary people below the fourth level.

"Is it...over?"

"Thank you for your hard work, Luo."

Anser looked at the dragons that were chopped and bombed so badly that their bones were visible as they flapped their wings and flew away. He also comforted Ming Fuluo with a tired look, "After this battle, the high-level dragon species will need to recuperate for a long time. There shouldn't be any more dragons in the Tiantu Mountains that can fight us to this extent."

"Really...?" Ming Fuluo responded in a daze.

Even though the dragon race had dominated the continent for an incalculable number of years long before humans, as beasts, the stronger they became, the closer they became to madness, eventually leading to their own destruction. Even with such a long history, the number of the strongest members of the race was always maintained at a certain level.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the fight continues like this, if Ming Furo can hold on, Anser will most likely be killed in this dragon disaster... and maybe even alarm the Dragon King.

But at this point, Ming Furo has reached her limit.

"But... that rift... has not yet..."

Before she could finish her words, the Iron Demon God that was originally standing in the sky and splashed with dragon blood...actually collapsed!

"Aluo!"

"Ahem...I'm fine, I'm fine, don't worry, Anser."

Nidhogg reassembled Ming Furo's petite body, but under normal circumstances no one could tell whether it was a real body or not, but now it was so unstable that it was visible to the naked eye.

"I just need to rest for a while... just for a while."

She leaned in Anther's arms, and even though she was speaking words to comfort Anther, her brows were deeply furrowed because of the irresistible erosion. As one of the Hydra chieftains most vulnerable to the erosion of the abyss, coupled with her soul which was already unstable after she transformed into Nidhogg, and the high-intensity combat during this period... Ming Furo was obviously no longer able to bear the burden.

As several powerful dragons evacuated due to heavy injuries, the dragons below also began to flee one after another. Even so, there were still many dragons that were completely immersed in the desire to kill and were still fighting with the extraordinary people. Therefore, no one cheered for the temporary evacuation of these monsters.

"That crack..." Ming Fuluo clutched Anser's clothes tightly, her voice hoarse from the pain of soul erosion and exhaustion, "Is it open?"

Anser gently embraced Ming Fuluo, who was as fragile as porcelain at the moment, and whispered, "Don't think about these things. You don't have to deliberately maintain your body shape to make me feel at ease. Just have a good rest."

"But you—"

"Ming Furo!" Hydra raised his voice, "When did you become so stupid! If you still want to help me, then just stay calm and keep yourself in good condition. I know better than you when to use you! I have other ways, don't forget!"

Ming Fuluo stared at Anser's profile in a daze, then lowered her eyes and murmured, "I'm sorry, Anser, I said something willful."

She was not sad because of Ansel's attitude just now. She just realized now that Ansel didn't want to see her like this at all.

I didn't even notice this. Has my consciousness really become so chaotic?

Anser's lips moved slightly, he gently stroked Ming Fuluo's cheek, and clenched his other hand tightly into a fist. "...I should be the one to apologize, Luo, these past few days...you have worked hard, I will--"

Anser's words came to an abrupt end, because Ming Fuluo's body also collapsed, and she fell into an uncontrollable short sleep again. Only in this way can she make up for the erosion and damage of the abyss to her soul.

The battle here can be handed over to other extraordinary people. If Anser stays, he will be an extremely powerful force even without the ex machina, but he doesn't want to fight now. He just wants to give Ming Furo a quiet enough resting environment.

Soon, Anser appeared in his temporary residence in the West Country. He sat on the soft chair, gently stroking the Ouroboros bracelet on his wrist, his eyes slightly drooping.

Ming Fuluo has gone from being a person who was willing to sacrifice anything for her grandfather's ideals to someone who can't even rest. How much has she paid for herself?

From the moment she shattered her body and sent her soul into the abyss in a desperate struggle, to now trying her best to help Anser, even at the cost of accelerating the erosion and damage of the abyss on herself, how much has she sacrificed for herself?

…next time.

If the next dragon disaster strikes, if the next rift is about to open, should he defeat the dragon first or step into the rift first, or... give up?

Does Ming Fuluo's situation support her to continue fighting like this?

Just as Ansel was sinking deeper and deeper into that painful predicament, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open.

"Anser...Anser!"

An ecstatic and excited voice came the moment the door was knocked open: "I have a solution! I found a solution!"

No matter what the solution is, at this moment, it is worth being happy about having a solution, but Anser couldn't be happy at all.

——The sight of Hitana, covered in wounds, blood, and with both arms broken, did not make him happy at all.

"Xi'er...I told you that you can't step into the battlefield of the dragon disaster."

Anser tried to keep his tone calm: "I told you you can't go."

"Ah, well... I just can't help it, and I'll stop when I'm ahead. I won't get carried away, really!"

Shitana shook her shoulders, as if she wanted to scratch her head, but now that her arms were broken, she couldn't make such a move. It's not that the incredible self-healing power didn't work, but Shitana, who looked energetic now... was also in a state of exhaustion. Her self-healing couldn't be done without consuming anything.

...Being injured to this extent meant that she almost died on the battlefield fighting with the dragon clan again.

"And I've found a way to help you, Anser, so it doesn't matter—"

"Do you know that you will die? You haven't even used the power of Hydra's true projection... Do you want to die? Do you want to die? Shitana!"

The boy who was always gentle, warm, and as bright as the spring breeze, roared without any warning at this moment: "Do you know that I can't help you now? Do you know that fate may want to kill you at any time... He will kill you!"

"He will... make me lose you."

Anser stood up from the chair uncontrollably, but when he met Sitana's panicked eyes, he lost all his strength and fell back down.

He stretched out his hands to cover most of his face, and murmured in a low voice:

"…Sorry, Xier, I don't mean to blame you. I actually have other ways. I just don't want to…"

Never back down, that's the price.

You have a beautiful life that is no longer dark, and you also have the power to defeat fate... Why do you think you can be greedy and have both? Anser, you know better than anyone that the more meaningful something is, the greater the price you have to pay for it.

If you are unwilling to pay, you will always pay it back... without even realizing it.

"Anser..."

Hitana looked at Ansel, who was sitting on the chair with his hands supporting his face. She had long been accustomed to pain and had never felt her heart aching so much.

Except for the greatest despair in her life when she was ten years old...she had never seen Anser so dejected and helpless.

The predicament that tormented Anser and that Ming Furo had discussed with her countless times was real and countless times more serious than she and Ming Furo had imagined.

She walked over to Anser and squatted down, gently rubbing his thigh, her voice so gentle: "It's okay, Anser. How could I be angry with you, Anser? I know Anser cares about me the most."

"But it is because of this, Ansir, because you care about everything about me, how can I just enjoy these without giving anything in return?"

"I am not strong enough now, so I can only temporarily hand over the position that originally belonged to me to Ming Fuluo. But even now, there are things that only I can do... I told you, I have found a way to help you."

She looked up at Anser, her eyes as gentle as water and as hard as steel.

"Those dragons...seem to chase me. As long as I release my power, they will chase me regardless of the consequences."

……hunting.

Yes, Shetana has reached an unprecedented and unreachable height in the field of beast elements. In the future, she will be able to compete with the Dragon King and gain the friendship of the dragon clan. If she releases her extremely special aura of the overlord and the aura of the beast king without reservation, then even if her strength is still not enough, all dragons will immediately regard Shetana as the most worthy prey to hunt.

Then her only method is...

"If that rift opens, don't worry about the dragon disaster, Anser."

The girl blinked her eyes and said in a brisk and shining voice:

“No matter how long it takes, no matter how much effort you put in, before you come back... I will not let them cause more damage. Aren’t there other extraordinary people out there? Just trust me!”

Anser held the bracelet on his wrist, lowered his head, and did not respond.

He heard again the condescending inquiry of fate.

——Will you continue to ignite your anger and carry out your revenge at their expense?

From reality to self, from the outside to the side, everything is pushing Anser into such a desperate predicament.

You admitted and compromised that they will not become like you, Ansel.

The people around a hero may not be heroes, but they will not be villains.

Do not persist in your evil deeds and sins any longer.

So, I come to grant you forgiveness and freedom.

Chapter 83: Redemption and Curse

Sodom, a city that was built from scratch in just one day to resist the dragon disaster, is now the most prosperous city in the entire Western Kingdom, without a doubt.

——When nearly one-tenth of the extraordinary people in the empire become the permanent residents of a city, it is hard for this territory city not to be lively.

In the chaotic Western Kingdom, dragons die every moment, no matter they are sub-dragons or pure-bloods. Large quantities of materials need to be put on the market for circulation, and Sodom happens to provide the perfect platform for this.

In addition to Sodom, there are four other territorial cities scattered throughout the Western Kingdom. It is precisely because of such timely and perfect logistical conditions that there is an endless stream of extraordinary people who are committed to the dragon disaster and their ambitions are surging.

Number Nine, sitting in a wheelchair, was at the highest point of Sodom, looking down at this city that was not big but more prosperous than any other city in the history of the Western Country, and whispered softly:

"What a city full of desires and sins... Don't you think so, Your Highness Susilen?"

Beside Number Nine, the girl as pure as an iris also said with some emotion: "No one takes this disaster seriously. They are just simply seeking profit."

Although she said something similar to Number Nine, Su Silun kept her head down and looked submissive, and the relationship between the two seemed a little subtle.

"About 20 percent of the extraordinary people have begun to evacuate."

Number Nine held up his face and spoke calmly, "Once they sell the last batch of materials, they will leave the West Country without looking back."

By then, the second surging wave of dragons will tear everything in the Western Kingdom to pieces. The great Hydra, who has been fighting with several ancient dragon species in the past few days and has won repeatedly, will not be able to appear in any corner of the Western Kingdom at any time.

Destruction and massacre will eventually come. The dragons, carrying the madness and hunger of the Dragon King, will indiscriminately destroy all living things in their sight, no matter how unwilling they are to bare their fangs to the weak, if they cannot find a suitable hunting target.