The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Lian De spoke slowly: "We still need to discuss the specific details. If you have any ideas, why don't we discuss them after we reach an agreement with Hydra?"

She accepted the proposal as if she had surrendered: "For now, it is best to focus on the next war."

Although Rongshan has a violent temperament, he is still one of the leaders not just by strength, so he reluctantly stepped down: "If both of them die, then I have no objection."

He really had no objection, but Lian De didn't think so.

[Anser has a correct view on the construction and maintenance of society that transcends the times. If I want to see a more prosperous empire, I must not lose him, not to mention...]

Lian De still remembers the conversation that day vividly. She can never forget the boy's intoxicatingly handsome smile... Being able to do this, Lian De is certainly not a foolish woman who is obsessed with love, but she feels that from any perspective, there is no reason to refuse.

The woman looked at her "companions" gathered around the conference table, and a sense of sadness arose in her heart.

Among the eleven leaders of the revolutionary army, four were reformists and seven were destructors. Odumbra in the West died trying to stop the madness of Duke Blooddust, and now there are only six destructors left.

Although the Reformists are outnumbered, since the two sides are evenly matched, they are naturally on par with the Destructionists in terms of strength. About 70% of the revolutionary army's resources are controlled by them, and the Destructionists' only advantage is manpower.

At first, Rento was quite pessimistic about the end of the Revolutionary Army, because even though they had grown so powerful, they still did not have a complete, meaningful, and feasible program. Even if a new world was really built in the ruins of the empire, she could not imagine what that new world would look like.

The revolutionary army...needs a true leader, a strong man who can not only lead them to crush the enemy into ashes, but also a coordinator who can establish a new order on the ruins, a flag that always flies in the right direction.

If there was no Hydra, Lian De would wait, after all, the road was still long, but now, she couldn't find anyone more suitable than Hydra.

And she believed that everyone in the Reform Party knew that there was no one more suitable to be the banner than Hydra.

A certain saint lady's ignorant manipulation of human nature under the temptation of the devil has caused something to take root in Lian De's heart.

"Very good, then we shall disband now—"

boom!

Before Leng Xi finished his words, a huge roar suddenly sounded, and a stream of fire as fierce as a dragon rushed into the room and burned fiercely. The woman came trampling on the bloody flames, with a scornful smile on her face.

"You sewer rats really act like rats. You have to hide in such a dark corner to discuss things?"

The leaders of the revolutionary army of destruction suddenly changed color. Each of them had an irreconcilable blood feud with the ruling class of the empire and the royal family of Feasting Flame. Cooperating with Ivora had never been within their consideration. But the two cowards, Gray Tower and Iron Blade, forced this woman onto the chariot, leaving them with no choice.

The Destructionists, led by Rongshan, were furious, and the condescending sneer on Ivora's face became even more outrageous: "Why? Do you want to end your useless career now? I don't mind fulfilling your wish now."

"...Ivora."

The cold air gathered by the ether surged in the conference room. Leng Yu's old voice did not give in at all: "This is not the place for you to come."

"I... shouldn't have come?"

Ivora repeated these four words, then raised her head and laughed. The bloody flames surrounding the entire conference room instantly burned away the cold air. When she lowered her head slightly, the arrogance in her blood-red eyes seemed to have the tyranny and majesty of an emperor:

"You're standing on my territory and saying I shouldn't be here? Are you mistaken about your identity... a reptile!"

"Ivora!!!"

An extremely horrifying explosion exploded in the room along with a deafening roar. The furious Molten Mountain rushed towards Ivora with red eyes. The erosion of the abyss and the unyielding blood hatred made this man completely forget about weighing the pros and cons at this moment, and he poured out the endless ether surging in his body without reservation!

But in return, all he got was a disdainful sneer:

"Playing with fire... in front of me?"

In order to overcome his fear of the flames, Rongshan chose to take this path and survived countless near-death experiences until today, becoming a warrior and leader who would never regret his life. His life is indeed a touching story that has inspired many people in the Revolutionary Army.

But stories are always fragile in the face of reality.

Courage will not bring back his family and friends, nor will courage enable his fire to overcome the wrath of the gods.

boom--! ! !

On the seemingly empty snowfield, a pillar of fire more than ten meters thick shot up into the sky!

When the bloody flames slowly dissipated, looking down from the snowfield, the underground cave, which was at least hundreds of meters deep, was where the leaders of the revolutionary army were hiding.

In the conference room, at least two-thirds of Rongshan's body had turned into a charred skeleton as Ivola strangled him by the throat with one hand. The vigorous vitality of the fifth-level extraordinary person allowed him to still have his last breath, but he was unable to put up any resistance at all.

The leaders of the revolutionary army should have fought Ivora to the death right now, but strangely, no one took action.

Because... two figures appeared behind Ivora at some point.

It's Dormer Greyspire, and Raelen Ironblade.

They had reached an agreement on the surface to declare war on the Empire, but now they were in a stalemate.

"This greeting may not be very friendly... but it is always necessary."

The Grey Tower Grand Duke smiled and nodded to the leaders of the Revolutionary Army: "After all, we are about to fight side by side, right?"

Lian De took a deep breath, and several complex spells were ready to be cast: "Is this how you say hello?"

"If you have any objections," said the armored Archduke Iron Blade expressionlessly, "you can go ask her."

Leng Yu stared at the three uninvited guests coldly: "I thought we had reached a temporary truce agreement."

"We did reach a truce agreement." The Grand Duke of Gray Tower leaned on his cane elegantly, "Otherwise, it wouldn't just be me, Raylen, and Her Royal Highness the Grand Princess who are here now."

"Heh." Lian De sneered with a tense mind, "So you think it's okay to let this woman lose her fighting power when facing a powerful enemy?"

"Loss of combat power?"

Ivora casually threw the molten mountain, which was only breathing its last breath, to the ground, and showed a happy expression as if he had heard a wonderful joke: "This kind of firewood is worthy of being called fighting power? Listen carefully, mice and reptiles, there is only one fighting power you can rely on."

Click!

She broke the charred bones of the molten mountain with one foot, and laughed cruelly:

"that's me!"

As the atmosphere became increasingly tense, the Grand Duke of Gray Tower said leisurely: "My fellow...revolutionary army friends, since you want to rebel against the empire, you should be very clear about the nature of the power of the Flame."

That ball of fire was never simply "burning", but a terrifying force that shattered everything to its base point and then took advantage of it.

This is not simply "devouring", but a destruction and creation that is almost connected with the foundation of the world.

Otherwise, how could that ball of fire be named "Source"?

"You and I both know that how the final battle will play out will ultimately depend on the confrontation between Hydra and Her Royal Highness the Grand Princess. Improving the Grand Princess's power is naturally more important than anything else."

The Grand Duke of Gray Tower said calmly: "My best student has become your highness's food, and Lei Lun's life and death brothers have become your highness's food, so now... it's your turn."

Leng Yu still did not intend to give in: "We never wanted to fight with Ivora--"

"You want to take advantage of my power, but you don't want to have anything to do with me. Is that a good thing? Reptile?"

Ivola raised her hand and clenched it, and the half-dead molten mountain was directly pulled into her hand through the air, and then... the blood flame that burned everything began to ignite, and began to devour everything of this subversive.

In the firelight, the tyrannical princess' smile was so arrogant and wanton:

"Since you've come to me, no matter what you think... I'm going to take what I should take, including your lives!"

"If you want to start a war now, that's fine." Gray Tower said with a smile, "It's just to add more firewood for His Highness, which is actually beneficial to us."

In the long silence, the only sound was the crackling of burning firewood.

It seems that from the moment Ivora came to the Northland...

Everything is rushing in a direction that no one can control.

And in this silence, everyone except Ivora was thankful for one thing.

After all, this is something that no one can control.

The same goes for that Hydra.

Chapter 8: Everything (K)

Imperial capital, outer city area.

Under Anser's control, the civilians in the outer city were not affected by the attack. Although most people trembled as they looked at the blood-flaming sky that day, fortunately, the disaster did not befall these ordinary people who were already humble enough.

Everything about the extraordinary is so close to them and yet so far away from them. The good fortunes brought by the extraordinary often have nothing to do with them, but the disasters caused by the extraordinary often implicate them.

After Anser took control of the empire, the imperial capital was also in a turbulent undercurrent in the early days. Without the emperor's absolute suppression, the extraordinary people could use their power unscrupulously in the imperial capital, so the suffocating feeling that enveloped the imperial capital could be felt by all ordinary people.

But to their surprise, this undercurrent soon calmed down, and no civilians were involved in the secret fight among the extraordinary people. The invisible things flowing in the shadows devoured and destroyed all the existences that disobeyed His Royal Highness the Regent. Although the civilians were unaware of this, they also realized one thing.

——The extraordinary people are restrained.

"Little Beagle...hiccup~ are you serious?"

In the bustling tavern, a red-faced man rolled his tongue and said, "The warlock you served was...caught?!"

The young man opposite him also had a red face and looked like he had drunk a lot, but he was still conscious: "Why would I lie to you! Just this morning, two extraordinary people in black clothes directly removed the door of his alchemy room! I was still helping him with chores at the time, and I was shocked. Before I could react, the two men in black directly captured Master Leon."

"You... your warlock master, isn't he the, hiccup, preparatory lecturer at the Ether Academy?"

The man with a beard covered with alcohol foam widened his eyes and said, "That's the Ether Court! Who dares to arrest their people? Didn't the people from the Ether Court stop them?"

"Why stop them? Behind those two men in black is the blue-robed warlock of the Ether Institute. You know the blue-robed warlocks, right? They are the ones who can manage an entire warlock tower independently!"

The young man gestured wildly with great excitement: "Master Leon is at most a reserve. He needs to rent the alchemy room, and he saw the blue-robed sorcerer just like I saw him! As a result, the blue-robed sorcerer treated the two men in black with great respect, just like Master Leon saw him!"

"Then it's probably...hiccup~ He was screwed by his colleagues." The bearded man gloated, "The Ether Institute is such a difficult place to enter. How many people are waiting for his demise."

Bigger took a big sip of wine and said drunkenly, "Probably. When I was packing up and leaving, I heard from the extraordinary people that he was arrested for killing a servant. It doesn't sound... true."

The reason why he was able to do odd jobs for the reserve Ether Academy lecturer was because the extraordinary master accidentally killed a servant last week. Bigger had a hard week and was mercilessly ridiculed and even beaten every day, but the extraordinary master was generous when it came to paying him.

The money he threw casually was worth Bigger's desperation for his life.

"Why would they capture the extraordinary master just because he beat a servant to death?"

Bigger lay on the table, mumbling drunkenly.

Although the relationship between him and the prospective lecturer was not a true master-servant relationship, but an employment relationship, he was not the other's property at all. Legally speaking, the extraordinary master had no right to dispose of his life.

But do extraordinary people need to abide by the law with mortals?

The original laws of the empire certainly apply to the extraordinary people. After all, no emperor of any generation needs to consider class issues for the sake of "stability of rule". Whether they are mortals or extraordinary people, they are all their people, playthings and tools for them to anchor human nature, and there is no difference.

But what about the reality? Even if the law did not make any distinction between mortals and supernatural beings, the emperor would sometimes deal with supernatural beings according to the law, but that was only... sometimes.

Only when the extraordinary people attack and conquer each other, the law will play a formal role, making their struggle appear slightly more decent, or serve as a tool and excuse.

The same is true between nobles and commoners.

The big men who broke the law were punished, not because they had made mistakes, but simply because they had not won.

Outside the Western Kingdom, there has not yet been such a hopeless barrier between the extraordinary people and ordinary people. In their eyes, the extraordinary masters and the noble masters are basically the same, with no difference.

Whether they are extraordinary people or nobles, the common people would not think that such big shots would really be arrested for "beating a servant to death".

They are all used to it, so used to it that they take it for granted.

——But that was before, before His Royal Highness the Regent came to power.

Lying on the table, Bigger, who was already somewhat unconscious, suddenly spoke incoherently:

"But if it was His Royal Highness the Regent, if he ordered the arrest..."

The bearded man was stunned for a moment, then patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "I know that His Royal Highness the Regent is quite good, but, hiccup~ help us... help us catch the extraordinary? Don't think too much."

After His Royal Highness the Regent "took control of government affairs", the great changes that took place in the entire empire were visible to the naked eye. The eldest prince's sons were fighting endlessly for the inheritance, and under such circumstances, he successively issued many decrees that benefited the civilians, and the imperial capital benefited the most directly.

In addition to his preaching in the Western Country, the current situation where the extraordinary people are indeed somewhat restricted, and the reputation he has accumulated over the years... Not to mention the extraordinary people, the common people of the empire do have great expectations for Anser, just like the Red Frost Lord in the past.

But this expectation has its limits, just like no one would expect a beautiful woman to suddenly throw herself at them when they are walking down the street. Their highest expectation for Anser is that he will not suddenly become a tyrannical emperor. As long as they can have a stable life, that will be enough. As for anything more advanced? Forget about it. They don't even have that concept in their minds.

"Your Highness the Regent... Hey." Bigger rubbed his face hard and sighed with a sad face, "Speaking of which, are the rebels in the North going to go to war soon?"

"What are you afraid of? Can they even reach the imperial capital?" The bearded man said with disdain, "Just two archdukes and a rebel army that has never been a force to be reckoned with, what use can they have? If so many fifth-level transcendents gather together, they can just blow up the North."

Bigger's mood calmed down a little: "Yes, that crazy woman Ivora, His Royal Highness the Regent should be able to deal with it, that is..."

Bigger thought of the preparatory lecturer he served, the master who had just been promoted to the third-level extraordinary person. He said personally that blowing up a building was a piece of cake for him. If the third-level extraordinary people were so powerful, then... what about the fourth and fifth-level extraordinary people?

The young man was glad that he could rest assured in the imperial capital, but he couldn't help but feel sympathy for the group of people on the northern border.

"I just don't know...how many people will die." He sighed.

Bigger didn't know what war was, Big Beard didn't know, and most people in the Empire didn't know.

But they all know how terrifying the extraordinary people are.

It is not a problem for a fifth-level transcendent to destroy mountains and cities with a full-strength attack, but how horrific will the damage caused by their battles be?

Just as Bigger and Bearded Man were about to have a drink to celebrate their birth in the imperial capital, the already noisy tavern suddenly became extremely chaotic without any warning. The drinkers sitting near the door squeezed out with their glasses in hand. Amid the noisy noise, the loudest shout they heard was -

"Outside! Look outside!"

Bigger and Bearded Man, who were sitting by the window, looked at each other, pushed open the window at the same time and squeezed their upper bodies out, and found that the pedestrians on the street were staring blankly up at the sky.