The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Damn...damn!"

Xitana gently pushed away Ming Fuluo who was supporting her and gasped for breath.

"It just happened to be this time... fate... fate!"

This was such an infuriating deliberate move, but Xitana also knew that she shouldn't get carried away with anger.

She took a deep breath and stared at Ming Fuluo: "Ming Fuluo... Anser's side is left to you. As for the Dragon Clan, I'll take care of it—"

"What do you want to do?"

A hand suddenly pressed on the head of Sitana, who was hunched over and gasping for breath.

"..."

Xitana turned back in a daze and found that the young Hydra had appeared behind him without him knowing.

“Ah, anh, anh, anser!” Startled, Xitana stammered, “Why did you suddenly appear… have you been here all along?”

"Since He has caused such a big commotion."

Anser turned his head to look at the bloody rift in the sky and smiled: "How could I not come? As for just now...what happened just now? Did anything happen?"

"Nothing." Ming Fuluo took over the conversation, appearing much calmer than Xitana. "It's just something I want to tell you... Can you have a good chat with us later, Anser?"

Anser raised his eyebrows slightly: "A good chat? That's rare...Okay, let's talk after we resolve this matter."

As he said this, he raised his hand and held down Hitana, who had slipped away at some point, from a distance of several hundred meters, and easily brought her back.

"Don't think of using your crooked idea that's no different from committing suicide, Xier."

Anser rubbed Miss Wolf's dog head vigorously: "I said, I have a way."

"But, but you..."

Xitana mumbled and tried to struggle to refute, but she met Anser's eyes.

The determination in those ocean-blue eyes made her gradually fall silent.

"Don't worry, Xi'er, A'Luo, I'm not trying to comfort you."

He turned his head to look at the bloody crack that had been completely torn open, and saw a deformed monster with half of its body sticking out of the crack, roaring and howling, its expression as cold as iron.

“I want to win.”

Chapter 8: Dedicated Person (K)

Win? How to win?

Once the front line collapsed, the surging dragon tide would wreak havoc on the Western Kingdom in an incredibly short time, unless Anser could kill the monster that crawled out of the crack in one blow and reorganize the defense line; or clear out the group of dragons that swept in in an instant, and then turn around to deal with the unknown monster...

That rift appeared in the center of the area that was previously burned by the Feasting Flame. Not to mention civilians, there were not even any living things. It was impossible to give priority to that area under the pretext of protecting the civilians of the Western Country.

He stared coldly at the increasingly clear chessboard situation, forcing Ansher to make a choice.

But why should I make the choice you want me to make?

Before Xitana and Ming Furo wanted to say something, Ansor had already risen into the sky on his own. The nine-headed demon snake that covered the sky and the sun was here in its true form. The feeling it gave people was not of being alone and brave, but rather of being ferocious and arrogant.

The extraordinary people who had been fighting fiercely on this front for a long time, when they saw the dragon tide coming again, had originally planned to run away and quickly leave this disaster-stricken place that was destined to be destroyed. However, after noticing the shadow above their heads and the undisguised and terrifying breath of the abyss, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

——They can still make some extra money, most of the extraordinary people who stayed behind thought so.

Except for a very small number of extraordinary people who really want to save the Western Country from the dragon disaster, the rest are fanatics with boundless appetites and courage. Unless they are really in desperate situations, they will not leave easily. After all, it is not up to them to decide when to leave. Lord Hydra has never forced them to stay.

After all, this cannot be forced. Not to mention the means by which the extraordinary people can protect themselves and escape, just forcing the extraordinary people to risk their lives to protect civilians is ridiculous. Is Lord Hydra crazy?

Anser in the sky stared at the group of dragons in the distance that seemed even crazier than in the past few days. The four vivid snake heads slowly spit out their tongues, and the huge black vertical pupils glowed with a faint light.

At this moment, it didn't know why the dragons suddenly went crazy, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that it must not let this line of defense collapse.

A black sun rose above the nine-headed demon snake.

The black sun, which was condensed with endless surging ether and mixed with unknown terrifying elements, seemed to annihilate all light. The sky, which was originally gloomy due to the fierce attack of the dragons, now spread in all directions with the black sun as the origin, like a dark quagmire that swallowed up and covered the entire sky.

"Anser...wait, you——"

Ming Fuluo, who was always calm, had a changed expression because she felt that the ether that Ansel used to support Nidhogg was weakening... Now he seemed to be ready to die, almost draining his ether to launch this attack!

In the past few days, Anser had been driving the mechanical deities and manifesting his true body to fight against more than a dozen fifth-order dragons standing at the top. This had already put more and more burden on Anser. Even Xitana, who was specialized in fighting, was almost exhausted in one day. And after so many days, even if he controlled the power accurately and planned the ether in detail, Anser was now far from his heyday.

In this situation, Anther still wants to squeeze his ether to suppress the dragon tide. Doesn't he intend to take back Ivora and give up fighting against fate?

At this moment when Ming Furo was extremely astonished, the black sun above Hydra's head had condensed to its apex. The real sun hanging high in the sky no longer had the brilliance of the scorching sun in front of it. The light that illuminated the earth was greedily and brutally swallowed up by the monsters from the abyss. The demon snake, which seemed to have fallen into madness, unreservedly poured out the breath of the abyss that most of the extraordinary people were afraid to avoid. It seemed to have become the embodiment of the abyss walking in the world, as if it was going to throw all things into an eternal furnace, turning them into chaos and nothingness!

The emotions of the extraordinary people have changed from the initial relief to fear. If the monster in the sky is not well controlled after this attack, will they be annihilated together?

Even with this thought, they did not run away, or rather... they could not run away. The overwhelming fear had almost turned into a physical entity and tightly wrapped around their torsos. No matter how much they wanted to escape, their bodies were completely out of control.

However, Hydra, who brought about this ultimate destruction, did not show any madness in his four pairs of vivid black vertical pupils.

It did not preach to itself. This ultimate destruction seemed to be able to return everything to its origin. It was so powerful that it almost drained all of Anser's ether, but it did not mix in too many elements, thus becoming the purest and ultimate destruction.

If in the preaching state, Anther could spend countless times less ether than this and bombard out an end and annihilation with an effect no less powerful than this, so... why would Hydra, standing in the sky, use this method to fight against the dragon disaster?

While all the extraordinary people were horrified and puzzled, the black sun had risen into the sky, higher and higher, until it merged into the sky where there was no longer any light, as if it had disappeared without a trace.

And the next second, a shocking roar that spanned hundreds of kilometers suddenly sounded among the endless group of dragons!

The ancient dragon species covered with iron scales and over a thousand meters long, with lava flowing on its body, was the strongest among the dragon species, and its body was pure white, like the holy spirit sung by the bards... They all had more or less wounds left by Anther and the ex machina, some had broken wings, some were almost beheaded, some were covered in blood, and it would not be surprising if the worst-case scenario was for them to die in the next second.

What on earth was supporting them all to come out in droves at this moment was not what Anser needed to consider now. Led by the thousand-meter-long dragon, these top fifth-order dragons roared at the dark sky above their heads. Their roars with the power of dragon language echoed through the clouds continuously. Even the extraordinary people who were extremely far away from them felt the power that almost shattered their souls. They looked at these dragons, any one of which could cause natural disasters in the empire, gathered together, and the surging lights of various colors gathered among these hunters standing at the top of the continent and rushed into the sky. They didn't know what they were fighting against.

And the next second, everyone knew what they were fighting against.

The black sun that merged into the sky fell.

No, it didn't fall, but it turned into a black light that annihilated everything, as if it was coming from the sky above, from outside the world... a punishment from heaven!

Even though they were tens or hundreds of kilometers apart, everyone saw a huge black column of light falling silently.

There was silence, only the silent silence. The blow that drained almost all the ether from the abyss monster had shattered the concept of sound. All people could only see the beam of light bombarding down.

Everyone stared blankly into the distance. The black light, which was probably thousands of meters in diameter, bombarded for at least half a minute before it completely dissipated.

When the black light dissipated, visible gaps appeared in the dragon swarm that covered the sky and the sun, and the dozen or so giant dragons that were powerful enough to shatter the empire together were reduced to only four or five dying dragons with almost no intact flesh and blood on their bodies. They were tottering in the air, gasping for breath.

A few seconds later, the extraordinary people on the defense line burst into deafening cheers.

Perhaps it was because the Western Kingdom was finally free from the dragon disaster, or perhaps it was because it completely surrendered to Hydra's power to control the abyss, but more likely, they were all ecstatic because they could pick up a big bargain.

How powerful must a dragon be to survive this blow, and if it were killed, its corpse...how insanely valuable it would be!

The ferocity and greed of the extraordinary people were aroused to the limit at this moment. They had been defending the etheric realm and magic formations, but now they had even rushed out directly. What was the point of slaughtering the sub-dragon species? No matter how staggering the value of the remaining ancient dragon species or the supreme glory of killing the ancient dragon, the rising desire and greed in the souls of the extraordinary people were stimulated to the fullest.

Now, there is no need to worry about the defense line being breached. The Western Country is falling into destruction brought by the dragons. No matter how powerful the dragon clan is, it is impossible for more than a dozen top-level fifth-order dragons to rush out at this moment. Even if fate can't even take care of reason, it is impossible.

But...what's the cost?

The nine-headed demon snake in the sky disappeared without a trace, and the figure of Ansir Hydra appeared. His ether had completely run out, the kind of dryness that would take a long time to recover, or require constant absorption of resources like a bottomless pit.

How could he "take back" Ivora now? Not to mention controlling the Deus Ex Machina, the ether that was used to sustain Nidhogg was all stored by Ming Furo himself.

“…Anser.”

Ming Furo's figure appeared beside Ansher. She subconsciously reached out to support Ansher. The unconcealable fatigue on the boy's face made her feel distressed.

Anser patted Ming Fuluo's arm gently and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, I don't plan to end it like this."

"But you..."

Ming Furo had various ideas in her mind about how Anser could pass this level.

The worst thing was not only that Anser was forced to choose one of the two, but Ming Fuluo could not accept either giving up the fight against fate or abandoning the civilians of the Western Kingdom. In addition... there was another more important thing, which was that Ming Fuluo was worried that Anser would ignore himself and use the sermon on himself again in order to take both at the same time.

As the head of the Abyss who controls the elements held by Hydra, Ming Furo knows better than anyone else the burden that Anser carries as a Hydra.

His terrifying talent of being able to dabble in almost all areas and master every element was not innate, but came from the sermon that made him lose control.

- In order to save his mother, he fell into the abyss and sought the power to destroy everything from the abyss. The abyss, which was fond of this young Hydra child, naturally responded generously.

Anser thus gained a talent that could be called "omnipotent", but the price was that he completely lost his mind and was completely eroded by the abyss. Anelsa suppressed this erosion at the cost of her extremely powerful soul, but the abyss did not take away this talent.

Because this talent itself is the curse of the abyss - the more elements one controls, the closer one is to the abyss. Anser, who possesses the spiritual essence of the Abyss Sermon, is the one who suffers the most from the erosion of the abyss among all Hydras, without a doubt.

If Anser used the sermon on himself rashly again, would he be able to control the extent, and how much more would the abyss erode him? Before the Soul Head, every bit of erosion from the abyss was irreversible. Ming Fuluo did not want Anser to step into the abyss again because of this matter.

But Anser had already come to this point, how could he still have the energy to fight against the monster that crawled out of the crack? Was he really going to...

But Ansor did not leave her too much time to think. Although the ether had run out, he seemed to still have some power to cross space. In an instant, he jumped towards the place where the bloody crack was. In a few flashes, he appeared not far from the crack.

Only by coming here can you see clearly how terrifying this monster that crawled out from the bloody rift is...

It can be seen from a distance, and at this moment it looks even larger, with its height at least several hundred meters being secondary. It looks like a synthetic monster stitched together by an inexperienced biological alchemist using the most crude techniques.

The claws that tore open the crack looked like dragon claws, but they were slender and twisted, and sharp toes grew on each knuckle like tree branches. And these claws actually extended from both ends of what looked like a "head". The reason why it was said to look like a head was because the huge head that protruded from the crack was like a tumor. Not only was it huge and deformed, but it also seemed to have dozens of... faces stitched on it?

"An-ser-!"

Dozens of overlapping deafening roars told Anser that this was not just an "as if", but... a fact.

"…Were they all eaten by that throne?"

Anser frowned slowly, as if he had understood what this deformed monster in front of him was.

In the rift of the maze filled with blood flames, Anser did not actually kill those extraordinary beings, but used the erosion of the abyss to let them be burned alive by the fire of feasting flames.

The skeletal throne that imprisoned Ivora possessed an extremely bizarre devouring power. It was very likely that after he and the remaining extraordinary beings left, it would eat up all the extraordinary beings that Anther had left in the rift!

"Anser...kill you...save me...Anser!"

Amidst this crazy roar, Anser heard a voice that was extremely familiar to him. In fact, without hearing this voice, Anser could determine who was the core of this deformed body.

In the center of this huge and deformed head, among dozens of faces and bulging and twisted muscles, Anser had already seen Ivora with his eyes rolled back and completely unconscious.

She still had her body intact, as if her entire body was embedded in this huge deformed tumor instead of being melted into it. No... this entire twisted and deformed tumor was born from her flesh!

Ivora seemed to have used some method to separate herself from the skeleton throne, but she was also transformed by the skeleton into this...neither human nor ghost monster.

I have to say... this lunatic who dared to attack her own mother and the current emperor before she even wore the crown, did have extraordinary talents. Even in that desperate situation, she still fulfilled her promise. She really "created" such an opportunity. It seemed that she could have almost escaped on her own without Anser.

——The several golden chains embedded firmly behind the tumor made her escape only possible.

“Save me…Kill…Ah——!!”

Ming Fuluo, who was standing next to Anser, frowned: "This is Ivora... No, what on earth is this?"

She was afraid of the monster in front of her, and was also worried about whether Ansel could handle it.

Anser stared at the deformed tumor for a long time, his eyes narrowed slightly:

"To combine the powers and elements of so many fifth-order transcendents so roughly and forcefully, without any compatibility, is a bit like Hydra's Devouring Head, but it's far worse than that."

Having said that, Anser's eyes turned cold.

It imitates Hydra's Devouring Head. At the same time, there is a corpse of a Ming Caller in the skeleton's head, and it is still drawing power from the Flame Feasting Clan.

This is really... a very bad sign.

Olementin held the mark bestowed by the Dragon King. He died in that maze and was devoured by the skeleton, which might have alarmed the Dragon King.

The pair of limbs that looked like dragon claws made Anser understand instantly... Perhaps, the second wave of dragon disaster was not necessarily entirely because he killed too many dragons in the first place, causing the dragon clan's hunting desire to surge.

But it’s because... the Dragon King felt something through the medium of Olementine!

That's why this rift appeared at the same time as the second wave of dragons. So when this rift opened and this monster emerged from the rift, those high-level dragons who were seriously injured suddenly went crazy as if they were stimulated by something.

Unfortunately, the existence of this monster simply stimulated their madness, and they did not set their target on this monster at all. Anser, who fought with the dragons on the defense line every day, knew very well that the goal of the dragon group was still to release the ferocity of the Dragon King, and they still wanted to hunt and slaughter.

That mysterious force hidden in the maze...did it irritate the Dragon King?

But no matter what, the most important thing at the moment is to get rid of this deformed tumor and take Ivora back.

“It’s a nuisance, but not a big one.”

Hydra whispered: "We only need to cut off the distorted part of Ivora and then sever the chains on her body. Now that we don't have the infinite burning of the Flame of Feasting... Deus Ex Machina can do this."

Ming Furo also knew that the Deus Ex Machina would surely be able to defeat this roughly stitched monster when she was severely corroded, but where did Anser have the ether left for him to squander?

The woman subconsciously held Anser's hand and couldn't help but said, "Anser, don't preach to yourself anymore. We may still--"

Her words suddenly stopped and her whole body froze instantly.

"What else?"

Ansher held Ming Furo's hand and smiled. The fatigue that had previously appeared due to the drying up of the ether was swept away at this moment.