The villain's way to tame the protagonist

After controlling Ivora, Anser quickly found some valuable information about this down-and-out princess besides the information about the mysterious force.

She will play a very important role in the training of Xin and her revenge against fate. As for the reward she mentioned...

Under Anser's gaze, Ivora's expression gradually began to change.

Although it is called "reward", the relationship between them has never been an equal transaction.

"They all think we are in a fierce fight, dear Cat Wora." Anser smiled with narrowed eyes, "Aren't you going to do anything?"

"Don't call me by that name!!"

This title directly stimulated Ivora, and the surging flames of feasting burst out directly, but Anser just raised his hand and grabbed her head. The princess, who had been violent and crazy just now, and still had the aura of dominating the world, instantly became wilted.

The greedy Devourer bit Ivora to death, mercilessly draining her aether until it was dry.

"Marina." Anser tilted his head slightly, "Miss Catvola seems to hate this name."

"That's really a shame."

The dark tentacles wrapped around Ivora's calves, then slowly spread upwards. The figure of the dark witch appeared behind Anser. She lay on Anser's back affectionately, resting her chin on Anser's shoulder, and smiled charmingly, "Mr. Anser obviously likes it very much."

"Let...go...mmmm!"

Ivora convulsed and trembled violently, then fell weakly to his knees at Anser's feet, gasping for breath.

"You have been a human for too long. Don't forget that you are just a kitten in Mr. Anser's palm, Miss Cat Vola."

"But...it doesn't matter."

Marina lifted Ivora's chin with her tentacles. She looked like an older sister and said softly, "I will help you remember your identity."

She put her arms around Anther's waist, and her dark eyes flashed with a dark light that seemed to indicate she was sinking into the abyss with Anther.

"Being with Mr. Anser reminds you of the happy times you had as a cat."

Anser also held Marina's hand, with a happy sadistic smile on his face:

"Let's have an interesting fight, lovely Miss Cat Vola."

Ivora's strength is false.

Anser did not give her enough elements to truly restore her Flame-Feeling Qualifications, he just gave her a large amount of ether.

Of course, for Ivora, who is also a genius, returning to the fifth level is not a problem with this massive amount of ether, but for Anser, this is the limit of the world and he is not even qualified to challenge it.

As long as Ivora cannot recover her qualifications as a descendant of the Flame Feast, she will have to lie at Anther's feet and meow. And apart from Anther, there is almost no one in this world who can help her recover her qualifications, which is like an unsolvable deadlock.

Of course, the most crucial point is that the remains of the emperor who had been parasitized by the Abyss Caller also devoured Ivora's spirit, completely shattering her power to control space. She could no longer manipulate space as she wished before, which meant that Ivora would never be able to escape from Anther's clutches.

What Ivora can get depends entirely on Anther's mood and whether her meowing can please Hydra, whose taste is becoming increasingly strong.

Under the entanglement of the shadow tentacles and the greedy sucking of the Devouring Head, the arrogant Crown Princess was now spasming helplessly. After all, she had to make the "big guys" outside who knew nothing about it mistakenly believe that they were fighting fiercely, so Anser had plenty of time to play with Miss Cat Vola.

"First... let's check your battle results during this period."

Anser squatted down, gently lifted Cat Vola's chin, and watched her face twisted in pain from the forcible plunder of her ether.

It is extremely painful to have the ether forcibly drained in a short period of time. The pain of engraving the soul is beyond the tolerance of pain and is completely uncontrollable. Even Ivora could not help but show such a pitiful expression in front of Anser.

In her heart, she did not want to show her powerlessness and pain in front of Anser. Ivora, who always wanted to achieve supremacy and dominate everything, did not want to be... a weakling.

What's more, he is a weakling in front of Anser.

“An…ser…!!!”

An extremely distorted howl came out of Ivora's throat. The rage and hatred in his eyes made Anser frown slightly: "This is not good. A cat that yells and screams is annoying... Marina."

There was no need for Ansel to say much, just calling her name, the witch knew what she should do.

Shadows surged out and bound Ivola's limbs directly, hanging her in the air in a spread-eagle position. At the same time, several shadows continued to twist and wrap around her thighs and waist, tightening and squirming continuously.

Then, the solid shadow stabbed into Ivola's throat without hesitation. Without the ether, Ivola, who was falling from a high level at a high speed, was unable to defy his physiological reaction and rolled his eyes.

Marina stood on tiptoe, raised her hand and gently stroked Ivora's protruding throat. Her amorous elder sister's voice had a very pleasant hoarse tone: "Speak properly, Miss Catvola. You are not allowed to yell at Mr. Anser like that. Do you understand?"

She looked patient and gentle, as if she was teaching a confused child, but her shadow, which filled the esophagus of the Crown Princess completely without leaving any space, was not as gentle as her words. She was so cruel that she didn't even intend to leave Ivora any air.

As Ivora's eyes rolled up more and more, and were about to reach a critical point, Marina slowly pulled out. The saliva that was all over the shadow dripped down as the shadow was raised, pulling out long silver threads.

“Gu… Ugh! Ugh! Gu, haah… haah…”

Miss Cat Vola, who had received a little lecture, kept dry-heaving. At the same time, her waist, which was entangled by the shadow tentacles, began to spasm uncontrollably again due to suffocation and some kind of sensual stimulation. Her two slender snow-white legs were twitching slightly, and her shiny red high heels were hanging limply on her slender toes and swinging.

Miss Cat Vola tried hard to maintain her dignity, but she kept retching and gasping, looking very pitiful.

But anyone who knew this guy's true face would only laugh when seeing her miserable and pitiful appearance, and would not have even a little sympathy.

"How is it, Miss Catvola?" Marina said in the gentle tone of an older sister, "Do you know how to answer Mr. Anser next?"

Ivora, who was hung in the air, panted for a long time, then lowered his head, not looking at Anser and Marina, and said in a hoarse voice: "All the people you asked me to kill are dead. Gray Tower and Iron Blade are very determined. They plan to go all out and fight to the death... I don't know about the Revolutionary Army. They won't cooperate with me... cough cough!"

Ivora didn't just bow her head. She just calmed down from her uncontrollable anger and knew that if she continued to scream and shout, she would be useless except becoming a clown to please Anser.

...After all, he had been humiliated and toyed with countless times in Hydra Manor, so to Ivola, such a statement now was nothing.

Although being treated like a cat or being ordered around like a subordinate is an unacceptable humiliation in Ivora's eyes, from an objective perspective, subordinates are at least human beings, not cats that can only meow.

"Have you tried the bottom line of Gray Tower and Iron Blade?"

"Bottom line... humph." Ivora, who had recovered a little, snorted coldly, "Didn't you see it just now? Even though I stepped on you and treated you like a dog, you still looked loyal."

Shitana looked down on Grand Duke of Grey Tower and Grand Duke of Iron Blade, and Ivora looked down on them even more. She knew better than anyone that the Grand Dukes under the throne were nothing more than clowns trying to please her. The only value of their existence was to offer endless attacks and fights, and to present one funny and interesting show after another for the ruler who sat high on the throne.

When he thought about his current situation, which was actually not much different from those of the two Grand Dukes, Iron Blade and Gray Tower, Ivora's anger and madness began to become difficult to control again.

But our Princess is not like Anser who can perfectly hide her emotions. Seeing the changing expressions on Ivora's face, Anser's tone became much lighter: "Dear Cat Wola, since you know that both of them are people who will do anything to pursue power and authority, you should be clear that the temptation of their bottom line should not be placed on dignity and personality, but on that...impossible desire."

Ivora was stunned for a moment, then asked uncertainly: "You want me to... attack them?"

"That's about right. You really have a poor understanding, Catvola. If it were Marina, she would know what to do without my reminder."

Anser sighed helplessly, gently rubbed Ivora's head which had grown fluffy cat ears again, and laughed again: "But you're just a cat, I won't have too high expectations of you."

The doting tone of voice made veins pop up on Ivola's forehead and temples for a moment, but she finally held back and said nothing.

If I were to refute it here, even if I denied that I was a cat, wouldn't that be a disguised admission that I was working for Anser? It even gave me the feeling of "I must make you look at me with new eyes."

That's fucking...disgusting enough.

Ivora whispered in her heart with great resentment that even if she was submitting to Anser now, her mind and soul would never be subject to this damn devil in any form, never!

Anser, do you want to use this method to wear away my dignity and pride bit by bit? This is ridiculous. I have known you for so many years, and I know your cruel and vicious nature better than anyone else. Do you think I don't know what you want to do to me? Do you think your sinister calculations will work on me?

You treat me as a tool... I do the same, and I will make you pay the price for your self-righteous arrogance!

Although she said the harsh words in her heart resolutely and forcefully, in reality, Miss Cat Vola still silently let Ansher rub her cat ears, and she had to restrain the sensitive feedback brought about by the strange effects of Ansher's tampering on her ears. Instead, she really was like a docile cat.

Anser raised his head slightly and looked at Ivora's drooped face. Even though he couldn't read Miss Cat's mind like Xin, Miss Cat's thoughts and ideas were transparent to him.

Ivora's ambition and desire have never been hidden for a moment, and have never changed. She believes so directly and blindly in herself, in power, and in the fact that she, with power, can change everything.

Now that he has no power, he will do everything he can to get power from Ansher, and then think that he can control everything again... This idea is, to some extent, more single-threaded than that of the Saint Lady.

The world that Ivora sees is also more distorted than the world that Xin knows.

However, this is a good thing. If the cat Vola is used well, it can save Anser a lot of trouble - the drama between the two this time is the best proof.

Anther had never really thought of making Ivora surrender. Without using external force to forcibly distort the mind of this crazy woman, wanting her to be "corrupted" like Sitana and Ming Furo was as impossible as making Effisand fall in love with Anther like a girl in love.

Putting aside the distinction between good and evil, Ivora's firmness and persistence in his character may not be incomparable to Anser's - at least in the history that Anser knows, there has never been any monster who dared to challenge the emperor when he was the crown prince and who would throw everything behind for the sake of that power.

But it is this character that makes her use it... very smoothly.

"Although I didn't expect you to achieve anything, Mao Vola, but as I said, you acted very well in that scene just now."

Anther reached out and touched Ivora's abdomen. The solid abdominal muscles and perfect lines made Hydra, who was designated as lustful by the Saint Lady, very satisfied. In the past, he and Ivora had had many ambiguous entanglements, but they never broke through the last line. After all, Ivora was extremely dangerous to Anther at that time, but now... it's different.

The boy's fingertips slid downwards wrapped in the delicate silk, and the shadow that had been moving back and forth but never locked onto the door made way with a "gurgling" sound. Anser narrowed his eyes and smiled: "So, the reward that is due must be given."

Ivola's body stiffened for a moment, and then she felt every cell in her body screaming.

It is the essence of elements condensed by Hydra, and it is the fragments of elements condensed by Anser, the one favored by the abyss!

The mutual benefit between Feast Flame and Hydra was to seek the path to the seventh level by burning the endless abyss essence that Hydra could not bear. Even if it was just a tiny bit of the abyss essence from Hydra, it was more useful than Ivora burning a thousand or even ten thousand fifth-level extraordinary people.

Yes, burning the so-called "firewood" cannot play any real role for Ivora. How can the essence of Feasting Flame be fulfilled by the so-called fifth-order transcendent?

That was just an excuse for Ivora to unleash her cruelty, and it was also an excuse for Anther to let her unleash her cruelty.

Now, Ivora felt the abyss material and elemental fragments that she was almost addicted to. Even if they were only burned a little bit, Ivora would tremble uncontrollably because of the extreme pleasure brought by the gradual completion of the soul and the essence of the feasting flame.

"Anser...Anser...give it to me..."

The temptation of the essence of the abyss made Ivola dizzy, and the desire to restore strength had long surpassed her reason - and Ivola didn't have much reason to begin with.

"You are such a greedy cat." Anser criticized, but his tone was full of smiles, "You want it? Then take it yourself."

As he said this, he gently pressed Ivora's lower abdomen.

"?!"

Ivora's body first froze, and then began to tremble violently. The struggling cat lady howled like a madman: "Anser! I want to kill—Uu ...

Marina, who was standing quietly behind Ansel, sighed: "You really don't learn from your mistakes, Miss Catvola, I told you -"

She raised her head and looked at Ivora, whose throat was pierced by the shadow again. This time, there was no tenderness or mercy, her face was expressionless, and her voice was cold:

"Don't be rude to Mr. Anser."

“Woo… woooooo——”

Ivora rolled his eyes again and continued to twist his body, especially his waist and abdomen. The muscles in his lower abdomen kept exerting force, relaxing and contracting. It was unknown what he was doing.

"Do your best, dear Cat Vola."

The devil patted her soft and elastic belly happily: "After you squeeze it out, it will be yours."

“Ugh… Ugh…”

Ivora, with several blue veins popping out on his neck and forehead, stared at Anser. Just as Marina frowned and was about to do something, Anser raised his hand to stop her and said, "This right to be willful should be left to her."

"Yes, Mr. Anser."

Marina responded respectfully at first, then looked at Ivora and said with pity: "Did you hear that, Miss Catvola? The right for you to look at Mr. Anser so rudely was given to you by Mr. Anser. Don't make a mistake."

Then, the devil and the witch watched with pleasure as Ivora, who was hanging in the air, twisted her waist. She kept contracting her waist and abdomen, twisting her waist, wriggling and squeezing her muscles, and slowly squeezing out the essence of the abyss that was sealed by Anser. She looked like a charming snake beauty and a bohemian dancer, and her furry cat ears and tail trembled and swung uncontrollably from time to time.

It's really a very novel scene.

Chapter 32: Best Actress (?) Award

In the wilderness, the two sides were stuck in a long stalemate because of Youse's light words.

Yes, if there is no guarantee that the enemy can be annihilated immediately, even if one of them escapes, with the ability of a fifth-level transcendent, it will not be a problem to drag an entire city of people to be buried with them.

Do they have a way to kill all these bastards right now? Not to mention them, even Anser might not be able to do it.

After all, as long as Ansher is present, they will never have any confrontational emotions and will focus all their attention on escaping.

You know, among this group of fifth-level extraordinary beings, many of them were originally waiting to take over the empire after the battle between Effisand and Flamel. They even planned to avoid the sixth-level world-destroying battle. How could they not have any backup plan to escape and save their lives?

Ming Fuluo soon realized this, and was even more reluctant to take action now; Xitana could not think of it, but she absolutely could not accept the possibility that an enemy survived and knew that he could only live in fear and escape from now on, so he dragged countless people down with him. Even if this possibility was only one in ten million, Xitana would not accept it.

If she had the heart to do this, she wouldn't have been trapped in a lower city in Strife Castle.

Whether it was Xitana or Ming Furo, they gradually realized one thing during this long silence.

Anser...had he foreseen this possibility a long time ago?

After the turmoil in the imperial capital, Hitana immediately went to Anther to ask for an explanation. She knew that Anther must have some plan, and she also knew that Anther had his own hidden meaning behind everything he did, so as long as Anther gave an explanation, she would accept it.

The same went for Ming Furo. She and Xitana sought answers from Anther, but this time, Anther told them nothing.

This is just the necessary part - facing their confusion, Anser just answered calmly.

Reasons, justifications, explanations... nothing. Just like the obstacles that Ming Fuluo encountered, Ansher no longer gave them answers.

Therefore, Xitana is still very depressed, Ming Furo is slightly better, but they still can't understand why Anser let that madman go, and why he wanted to... push this war to happen.

If Ivora had not been released, the people of the North would never have had the courage to overturn the table, and this war would never have started.

But now, the question seems to have an answer.

It was unknown how long this long stalemate and silence lasted. Everyone seemed to be waiting for the end of the struggle. This absurd war was essentially just two monsters sharpening their claws.