The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Anser was even willing to give the organization a "terrific" rating.

In the remaining memories, the part about the church was not extremely detailed, but it was definitely not a small amount. Except for the fact that he was completely unable to locate the position of the Saint, Ansher's understanding of the Holy Church at least exceeded that of the vast majority of the middle and upper levels, and was only slightly worse than that of the white cardinal like Mu who was at the top level.

The source of the power held by the Holy Alliance Church, the method of using this power, and the effects that this power can achieve...

And, the saint who walks the earth bearing great sins...

The young Hydra narrowed his eyes slightly. If he could master these things and control the Saint, then the balance that was already tilted towards him would be finally decided.

At this moment, according to Ansel's perception, the glow emanating from Mu's eyes was being quickly dismantled, and the corners of his mouth also slightly raised.

Interesting... This structure and usage method are worthy of being the organization that has gone the furthest on the road to heaven.

[Walk over the heavy foundation stone, step onto the flawless crystal ladder, ascend to the solemn throne, hold the great scepter in hand, wear the crown of truth on the head, and achieve supremacy with this]

These are the six stages of the road to heaven, and it is also the path that those extraordinary people who do not want to fall into the abyss will spend their entire lives on. The Holy Association Church has reached a height that no one can imagine in its research on this road - except for locking the upper limit, the Water of Redemption, which can promote anyone to a extraordinary person without any side effects, is their most proud masterpiece.

However, the power that drives it is so holy and glorious, and the water of salvation itself is indeed like dark mud, as if it... came from the abyss.

The guys who built this church and created these things are truly incredible talents.

As Ansel was expressing his emotion, Mu, who stood up and carefully observed Marina, suddenly groaned and fell backwards uncontrollably. Fortunately, Ansel raised his hand and gently helped him onto the rattan chair.

"…I'm sorry, I lost my composure, Your Highness Hydra."

The light in Mu's eyes gradually faded, and he panted and gave Anser a helpless smile: "I'm afraid I can't solve Miss Marina's problem by myself."

He was just observing Marina with a cautious and tentative attitude, and spent most of his time on probing back and forth, not making full contact with Marina. And at the moment when Mu carefully observed the state of Marina's soul, the holy ether he emitted was almost instantly torn apart.

At that moment, not only was Mu almost knocked back by the surging force of the backlash, but he was also horrified by what he saw.

How could that be... a human soul?

If the human soul is compared to a tree, then Marina's soul is now a dead tree that is so rotten that it can break in half at any time. The erosion that has completely penetrated her soul and the cracks that are all over her soul make her soul look almost shattered at the slightest touch. In addition, as the head of Hydra, she has to share the erosion of the abyss of Hydra... As the head of the Devourer, how long can her fragile soul last?

Half a year? No... five months, three months? Does His Highness Hydra really not want to save her?

Mu, who originally thought that Anser had other ideas, hesitated, because he really couldn't believe that Anser would let his pledge die like this... Did he already have a way to save Marina, or did he really need the help of the church?

At the same time, Mu couldn't help but look at Marina again. This woman dressed in black, who seemed to blend into the shadows, had a natural and peaceful expression, as if she didn't suffer the collapse and destruction of her soul at all.

"The problem Marina is facing... is indeed huge."

Anser sighed: "This is no longer just about making up for the soul, but about the choice of the extraordinary, the essence of power, that is... the abyss and heaven."

——This is a lie.

The essence of Marina's soul problem is actually... not something complicated. It's just that her qualifications are too mediocre and she can't bear the erosion.

However, even the most advanced soul sorcerer could not strengthen Marina's soul to the point where it could perfectly withstand the erosion. Even if he paid an extremely huge price, he could only delay the collapse of Marina's soul at most, and at most it could only delay it for a year or two. It was meaningless.

However, Mu, who had little understanding of the true nature of Hydra, and the Holy Church behind him, could not realize this.

Before considering that "Marina's soul is too weak", they first thought of... the additional mysterious side effects brought about by Hydra's power of the head, and further attributed it to the influence of the abyss.

And with their abilities, they really couldn't detect anything. If Anser hadn't explained it himself, who would have known that the Abyss Preacher had such an unreasonable spiritual essence?

Anser knew the true nature of the Holy Church of the United Front and what they truly desired, and now... he was going to give them a chance.

An opportunity that would doom them to eternal damnation.

When Mu heard Anser's words, his expression changed immediately.

"It's not just... a matter of the soul?"

The bishop, who could be considered young, murmured in a low voice, his expression completely different from the beginning.

The abyss and heaven, two ways to achieve extraordinary things, two possibilities to change everything, two... the root causes that made the world evolve into what it is today.

If Marina's erosion involves the contradiction between these two paths, then if this problem can be solved, then...

As Mu's heartbeat became faster and faster, His Excellency Hydra, the Regent, sighed softly:

"No matter what, I will not give up on Marina. I will do everything I can to solve her problems, but I still need help."

"Your Excellency, if you cannot solve the problem yourself, can you ask for help from the other side of the continent?"

Yes... Hydra, who doesn't want to lose the leader, will also try his best to solve this problem!

If I could really solve this problem, if I could really glimpse new possibilities between the abyss and heaven, coupled with the character of this Regent…

Mu was silent for a very long time, and during this long silence, he finally made up his mind.

"I... no, the church will do everything we can to solve Miss Marina's problem. Please rest assured, Your Highness Hydra."

"I believe in your promise, Your Excellency."

The young Regent Prince smiled, and the sadness between his brows seemed to have faded a lot. He looked at Marina, and his gentle eyes made Mu sure that this Hydra would never give up his Devourer.

"I hope the Holy Alliance Church can really help her. If the problem is solved, I will definitely give the church a reward that satisfies it."

"In the name of Hydra."

After receiving such a great promise, Mu was also somewhat overwhelmed. He stood up and said solemnly: "Please rest assured, the church will definitely appoint a truly powerful person to solve Miss Marina's problem. If it is her, she will definitely be able to find a glimmer of possibility with you!"

Anser took in the enthusiasm that flashed in the bishop's eyes and said with a bright smile, "I'll wait and see, Your Excellency."

After the cardinal in white left the manor, Anser leaned back in his chair again, poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and sighed leisurely:

"The little fish that roams the human world is finally going to be hooked."

Then, he turned to look at Marina who was standing quietly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "I'm using your life as bait, will you be unhappy, Marina?"

"You are asking a question again that I can't give a second answer to."

Marina's eyes were filled with a gentle smile: "How could I not be happy, Mr. Anser? I have told you too many times... I am happier now than ever before."

"You are such a hopeless fool..." The young Hydra laughed dumbly, "It's easy for me to dislike you if you are like this."

Marina tilted her head and said, "Are you going to let Miss Xitana and Miss Ming Fuluo accompany you to the end of the abyss?"

"I can't bear it."

"Me too, Mr. Anser."

The woman standing in Anser's shadow whispered, "It's just that the person I can't bear to leave is you."

Anser didn't say anything, just put down his wine glass, closed his eyes and leaned back in the rattan chair.

Without him saying anything, Marina came behind Ansel and reached out to gently massage him.

After an unknown amount of time, the devil with his eyes closed said calmly: "Don't let it break down so quickly. It will be very troublesome to find another tool as useful as yours."

"Yes, Mr. Anser."

Miss Witch's voice was soft and gentle, but her smile was sly and complacent.

Chapter 8: The Selfish Snake (K)

After throwing the bait that the Holy Church could not refuse into the pond, Ansher did not continue his work, but went to the alchemy workshop in the corner of the manor.

Although from Marina's perspective, Anser's working hours were obviously too unreasonable, but in fact, compared with the other two girls, Anser could be considered to have a good balance between work and rest.

A series of events in the Western Country left both Xitana and Ming Furo with an insurmountable regret.

If I could be braver to talk to Anser, if I could analyze Anser's emotions more objectively, if I could weigh the development of events more rationally, if... I could become stronger and prevent anything that is not good for Anser from happening.

There were too many "ifs" that they could not forgive themselves for, so after the trip to the West, Xitana buried herself in seclusion and was not seen all day long, and Ming Furo went straight into the alchemy workshop and has not come out until now.

Therefore, Ansel decided to use a simple and rough method to have a good "talk" with them.

Young Hydra placed his hand on the closed door of the alchemy workshop, looking somewhat emotional.

Although Ming Furo was in seclusion, her achievements were being exported almost every day. They were first transmitted to the Tower of Babel, and then this organization, which had completely belonged to Anser, churned out finished products with a more complete production line.

——A terrifying autonomous fire control system. As long as there is enough ether, even a neighboring city with only second-level extraordinary people can resist the invasion of several fourth-level dragons.

While helping Anser solve the unresolved dragon plague problem in the West, Ming Furo is also constantly trying to advance the research on the universal ether furnace, the great creation that Erion has been seeking all his life, which is enough to bring the world into a new era... Ming Furo hopes to use it to open up the new future that Anser expects.

The woman who regretted not discovering Ansel's plight earlier was more than ever immersed in the desire to change the world.

But Anser didn't want this to be the starting point for all this.

Without asking Ming Furo's opinion, he directly opened the door of the alchemy workshop. As Anser, who was wearing simple home clothes, stepped into the workshop, he was hit by a scorching heat wave.

"...actually activated father's secondary furnace." Anser raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is he making something extraordinary?"

Looking at the petite figure in the furnace who didn't even notice him coming in, Anser sighed helplessly.

It seems that Ming Fuluo is more serious than he thought...even crazy.

"If this special metal is used to make the outer shell... the stability and strength will be guaranteed, but the problem is the impact on the conduction and transformation process of the internal ether..."

"Have you eaten well these days, Luo?"

"!"

Miss Ming Furo, who was suddenly patted on the shoulder, let out a short cry. She shivered slightly while smelting materials in the furnace, and almost caused this precious material taken from the Hydra Treasury to be scrapped.

"Anser! You—"

She subconsciously raised her voice in anger, but when she turned around and saw Ansel's face, she became dazed for a moment and her voice suddenly softened.

"Why... did you come to see me?"

The scholar looked away and asked in a low voice. She wanted to focus on the furnace again, but found that she couldn't.

"Can't I come to you?"

In front of the furnace that was creating a heat wave, Anser got close to Ming Furo's soft and petite body. Because she would not waste extra energy and ether on building a low-temperature environment, she was dressed more like a blacksmith, with only a short vest that exposed her waist and abdomen. Her snow-white skin was covered with sweat, which sparkled with a dazzling crystal luster under the firelight.

"…I didn't say you couldn't come to see me, it's just…wait, Anser! Don't…"

Ming Furo, who usually kept her composure in front of Anser, exclaimed. Her voice, which was a little hoarse due to long-term seclusion, added a different kind of charm in this panic.

She nervously grasped Anser's hand that was holding her slender waist: "It's all sweaty, don't do that at this time..."

"Oh... Are you concerned about the sweat all over your body, rather than the fear that I will interrupt your smelting process?"

Anser bent down, rested his chin on Ming Fuluo's shoulder, and put his cheek against her equally wet cheek. He chuckled and said, "Aluo's focus is strange."

"That... I care about it too, don't come close to me suddenly at this time, don't... um!"

Anser's fingers gently slid across her soft, wet and sweaty white belly. The long-lost delicate touch made His Royal Highness the Regent linger. He gently bit Ming Furo's neck. The hot and moist touch of his tongue made Ming Furo, who had not had contact with Anser for a long time, let out a soft moan that made her heart boil more than this furnace.

"Anser!"

Ming Fuluo's voice finally had some of her usual annoyance, but the next second, this annoyance instantly turned into irremovable charm in her suppressed moan.

"It's really hot... No wonder you're wearing so little, Luo."

Ansor lazily unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, and his well-defined solid abdominal muscles pressed directly against Ming Furo's snow-white back, causing the scholar lady, who had been accompanied by machines and furnaces all day long for some time, to shiver noticeably.

"Ansher...please...be normal..."

Her speech had become intermittent, with unconcealable gasps in between. Whether it was the large skin contact with Anser or the hand that kept wandering around her body, it gradually turned her brain into a paste, and she could not even continue the forging in her hands.

"If you keep doing this, this material will be useless... If you can't help it, at least wait a while..."

"Can I help myself?" Anser asked in surprise, "It's not you, Luo, who is secretly rubbing against my belly?"

"I didn't--!"

Ming Fuluo's rebuttal was instantly stuck, and she froze in Ansel's arms.

The solid touch against her waist and back seemed to be hotter than a furnace. Was she craving for the sweetness that almost melted her waist?

...No, how could I still be thinking about this kind of thing at this moment? I have more important things to do right now - for Anser, I must create a more powerful creature, I must bring Anser closer to the future he desires. How could I, how could I...

"A Luo, you made a mistake that you would never have made before."

Ansher gently bit Ming Fuluo's earlobe, and the tingling sensation coming from all over her body almost completely overloaded the scholar's tense heartstrings of the past few days.

"In the past, you always created for yourself and for what you pursued. That's why you had a firm will that would not waver no matter how I interfered. But now... what is your starting point?"

Ming Furo's hand that was symbolically trying to stop Ansher was losing more and more strength, or rather... her whole body was losing strength. She leaned bonelessly in Ansher's arms, and as the evil Hydra said, she unconsciously rubbed the solid chest and hot abdomen of the person she loved.

"It's for you... isn't it okay?"

She bit her lip tightly, her hoarse voice filled with uncontrollable emotions: "If I had thought more about you, if I had thought more about you, Anser, why would you need... why would you be so..."

Ansher smiled and pinched Ming Furo's chin. He turned the petite woman leaning in his arms around him, so that she would look at him, and gently stroked her pink lips with his thumb.

"A Luo."

The young man's eyes were also filled with undisguised evil and passion, and the desire that seemed to melt the person in front of him made Ming Furo begin to tremble slightly... out of fear.