The villain's way to tame the protagonist

At a certain moment when the cold wind whistled past, everyone present suddenly shivered, and their thoughts froze in an instant.

Even if nothing appeared, the perception of the top extraordinary people had already sensed the terrifying terror. Whether it was pure destruction, the end of everything, the blazing fire that burned everything; or the poison that infected everything, erased its true nature, fell into the abyss, and turned into a substance, all made these extraordinary people who were clearly at the top but still dared not peek at the sky tremble.

"What a shame, Ivola."

The extraordinary people of the empire heard the indifferent voice coming from above their heads. They were not weak, but still had the calmness and peace that made people feel extremely at ease as long as they stood on the side of this monster.

Hydra's figure slowly descended from the air and stood at the forefront, still gracefully supporting his cane with one hand.

He chuckled, "It seems you didn't seize this opportunity."

Ivola did not show up, but the blazing heat that dispelled all the chill from the wasteland and caused skin to burn showed that she had always been here but had not chosen to show up for some reason.

The momentum of both sides changed at this point, because it now seemed that the outcome was very clear.

Hydra had the upper hand in a one-on-one fight with Ivora without the help of the Qishou. Now with the addition of his monsters and the deus ex machina, when the fight really begins, it is obvious who will be the final winner.

At this moment, some people are ready to make a move, hoping to end this stupid and ridiculous war here.

Xitana and Ming Furo would be afraid to take action because they were worried that the fifth-level extraordinary person would self-destruct and take the blame, but they would not. Even if they could not kill everyone here directly, killing Ivora alone would be enough.

As for the matters of the North, we can talk about them later. The process of dividing the cake is a long one. Since His Royal Highness the Regent is so generous, it would be too unfair to him if we don’t snatch more things from the North.

As for war, as for destruction? It didn't matter as long as Ivora was dead, as long as this madman who would lead them to hell was completely destroyed.

But just when the two sides were on the verge of a war that seemed to be devastating, Anser turned around and walked towards the imperial superhumans who had their own ulterior motives.

"The agreement has been reached. Everyone, you can go back and prepare for war."

Under everyone's blank gaze, the young regent said in a leisurely tone: "I don't want to see meaningless bloodshed. I hope you can end this ridiculous war as soon as possible."

He actually just said these words, without any sign of killing all the extraordinary people in the North here and there, and just left!

It took several seconds for the extraordinary people of the Empire to react and hurriedly followed Anser away, leaving only the extraordinary people of the North standing in the scorching cold wind.

"He actually... just left like that?" One of the leaders of the Revolutionary Army asked in disbelief, "No other backup plan?"

"Pigs are smarter than you, you lowly rebel..."

Angry shouts and curses came from behind the Northern extraordinary people. After Ansher left, Ivora showed up. Looking at her extremely tired, even haggard face, you can tell what a fierce battle she had just experienced.

The feelings of the extraordinary people were more intuitive. No matter how hard they tried to maintain that terrifying burning breath, they could sense... that Ivora was almost exhausted.

Compared to Anser, who still managed to maintain his composure and whose depth was always hard to tell, Ivora's performance was simply embarrassing.

So if Anser made his men restless because he wanted to kill all his opponents, then Ivora's eagerness to make the northern extraordinary people restless now was the delusion of wanting to kill her directly here.

If we take Ivora's head and defect to Hydra now, maybe it's not too late. After all, His Royal Highness the Regent is famous for being reasonable and easy to talk to.

Ivora's true-to-life performance just now obviously made many extraordinary people who were already extremely resistant to her more determined to find an opportunity to kill her, and now... seems to be the best time.

In the ranks of the revolutionary army, a sorcerer calmly placed one hand behind his back, and extremely tiny ether fluctuations slowly spread out as the spell was brewing, but the exhausted Ivora seemed to be unaware of it.

Since Gray Tower and Iron Blade used pulling Ivora along to force them onto the chariot, why couldn't he force them to fight Ivora together?

After hearing what this madman just said, does anyone still think that Ivora would not vent his anger on others?

But the next second, blood flames shot up into the sky.

Amid the shrill howls, the Grand Duke of the Grey Tower moved first. He waved the scepter in his hand, and the ether surged towards the warlock like a raging wave. However, the purpose was not to save him from the fire of the Feasting Flame, but to crush him to death in the blood flames, leaving him to be burned by Ivora!

"Gray Tower!"

With an angry roar, the impact that tore the earth apart hit directly in the direction of the Grand Duke of Gray Tower, but in a moment, an even louder sound echoed across the wasteland.

The man in iron armor lowered his blade expressionlessly. A bottomless crack had already appeared on the ground in front of him. Opposite him, the revolutionary army was planning the next attack while rescuing their companions, but it was too late.

"A bunch of...idiots."

Ivo, who had burned another fifth-level extraordinary person as firewood, curled his lips: "You really regard him as the savior of the empire because of the high-sounding nonsense he said? Do you think that as long as you kill me, he will forgive you rebels?!"

"He's a monster! He's a madman!"

Ivola roared crazily. In the eyes of others, this was undoubtedly the helpless barking of a defeated dog, and Miss Catvola's current mentality was indeed very consistent with this state.

Shame, hatred, rage... countless negative emotions mixed together, making her crazy.

"You actually placed your hopes of survival in the hands of that madman! Understand that when you declare war on him in my name, either he dies, or you... no one will survive!"

After burning a fifth-order extraordinary person to death, Ivora's complexion improved a lot. The arrogance and tyranny of looking down on others soon appeared on her face: "Besides, you, a bunch of blind rubbish, have determined that I am no match for him and that I will definitely lose?"

"If that guy still has some strength left..." She let out a creepy hoarse laugh, "How many of you losers do you think will be left?"

Ivora's meaning was very direct - Anser left just now, not because he had other plans, but because he was not as calm as he seemed.

The Grand Duke of Gray Tower, who was the first to react, shook his head and said, "So it's not unreasonable for Her Highness the Grand Princess to call you trash. Just use your brain to know that will His Highness the Regent really be so kind as to let us go after declaring war on him? Do you really regard him as a wise monarch? Don't forget, he is... Hydra."

Ivora glanced at the Grand Duke of Gray Tower and sneered disdainfully: "You are the one with a little value in the garbage dump."

The old man smiled respectfully: "You are too kind, Your Highness the Grand Princess."

The flattering attitude of the Grand Duke of the Grey Tower made the leaders of the revolutionary army furious and almost nauseous, but they were unable to launch an attack on Ivora now.

Even though Ivora is in a bad state now, with the help of Iron Blade and Gray Tower, if they put all their eggs in one basket, the final outcome will only be to become Ivora's fuel.

If we all die here, then everything will be over.

Ivora was too lazy to look at this bunch of useless rubbish. He just looked at the direction where Anser left with a gloomy expression: "I have already touched Anser's bottom line... Heh, he has a fatal weakness."

The Grand Duke of Gray Tower asked at the right moment: "Could you please elaborate on this?"

Ivora did not refuse. He seemed to be recalling what had just happened. His expression was distorted because of this. "There is a serious problem between him and his sworn brother. It is not about their relationship, but... about their power."

According to Anser's request, Miss Ivora, who played herself, said in a very realistic way: "You don't know that madman's spiritual essence... that power will make him fall into irreversible madness at a very fast speed even if he doesn't reach the sixth level. Don't you realize that the abyss aura Anser exudes is much more terrifying than any abyss transcendent, any Hydra?"

After Ivora's "reminder", the extraordinary people in the North also reacted. The aura emitted by Anther every time was indeed terrifying to an incredible degree. However, they regarded the abyss aura that almost penetrated into the bones and blood and soaked the soul as the characteristic of Hydra. They did not expect... It was actually Anther's own power?

"You all think that his contracted leader is abnormally strong, but you have mistaken the cause and effect! The power of those sow bitches all came from Anser! It was Anser who gave it to them through his spiritual essence!"

The hatred, cruelty, and jealousy in the heart of the impoverished princess were completely from the bottom of her heart at this moment: "Whether it's that wild dog or that doll, do you really think that someone can climb to this level in such a short time?

"If you attribute all this to talent, then what about that plaything called Marina? A mortal who has no extraordinary qualifications not only became the head of the contract, but also possessed the power of the fifth level. Is this normal? It has never been that they are strong, but it has always been that Anser's spiritual essence is terrifying enough!"

In the second half, Ivora did not lie. The power in Marina had basically nothing to do with her. It was all brought by the Abyss Sermon and the ability to interact and connect with Ansir's power.

Clearly, very convincing.

"So... Her Royal Highness the Grand Princess means that Hydra has fallen into some kind of... predicament because of his power?" The Grand Duke of Gray Tower asked tentatively.

"Humph, I already noticed it when I was in the imperial capital, otherwise why would I choose to show up?"

Ivora sneered, "Anser has been severely eroded by the abyss because of that power. Every time his Qi Shou uses his power, he will be further devoured by the abyss. The same is true when he fights himself... In order to alleviate this symptom, he either lets Qi Shou handle things, or he goes into battle himself. Otherwise, why do you think he didn't bring Qi Shou with him? Is it really just to give me a chance? He just has no choice!"

Under Ivora's "extremely reasonable" remarks, the attitude change that had originally occurred due to the victory or defeat gradually leaned towards her side.

After all, who would think that these were words spoken by Ivora at the behest of Anther? Who would think that these were reasons that Anther wanted to tell them?

With such a rich imagination, why don’t you say that Ivora was actually hung up and given a blowjob by Anser just now?

"He looked normal, but he was on the verge of collapse."

Ivora narrowed his eyes slightly. “As long as we continue to force him to suffer from the erosion of the abyss before he solves the problem, then this liar who speaks so beautifully will soon let us see his true nature.”

"As soon as he goes crazy, which side do you think the fence-sitters around him will stand on? Will they let me take back what belongs to me, or let a crazy monster destroy everything?"

After this long discussion, the morale of the northern army, which had been almost shattered, was finally managed to be restored.

Anser didn't want this "army" that he had forcibly put together to collapse automatically, and he didn't want this war to end in a ridiculous way before it even began.

He always had to give these guys who were not even pawns a glimmer of hope, so that they could continue to gamble everything on their hope when they were already at their wits' end.

"In the coming war, then."

The Iron Blade Duke spoke slowly, "Just focus on targeting Lancemalos and Zeger, right?"

"Yes."

An extremely cruel and vicious smile appeared on the face of the tyrannical princess: "That damn devil... He deliberately emphasized that the fifth-level warriors should not be allowed to participate in the war. In essence, isn't it just to prevent his contracted leader from being threatened in this war? In his eyes, that wild dog and that puppet are absolutely invincible in the same level. This is his way of winning."

"But he got one thing wrong, that is... those two idiots are the weakest, most incompetent bastards I have ever seen!"

Ivora stepped forward, and the marks left by her high heels on the snow burned with the fire of jealousy and hatred.

"You can see clearly, right?" The woman licked her lips, her bloodshot eyes flashing with an extremely strong light of sadism and revenge. "How easy it is for those two giant babies who are taken care of by Anser to surrender, idiots with nothing but strength."

"As long as I defeat them, victory will be mine."

Ivora murmured with such excitement.

She seemed to be playing the role of the crazy and tyrannical princess according to everything Anser instructed.

It was like he was simply saying something... from the heart.

Chapter 1: Xin's Small Progress, and... Arrogance (w)

Hydra Territory, Tower of Babel headquarters.

Anser gave the relocated Tower of Babel great authority and benefits. In a broader sense, he has always provided a good development direction for the organization. The basic conditions make all members of the Tower of Babel wake up with a smile in their sleep.

With endless resources and a large number of high-quality talents, Anser even granted them a piece of extremely high-quality etheric land for construction. The scholars at the top of the Tower of Babel, who had suffered for more than ten years, were completely devoted to him. As long as Anser did not touch their bottom line, no matter how excessive his demands were, they would definitely put them into practice immediately.

Therefore, their tolerance for Ming Fuluo, who is almost equivalent to Anser herself but to whom they owe a lot, is much higher than their tolerance for Anser.

"So a large number of weapons are needed..."

In the reception room of Babel Tower, Hendrick readily agreed: "No problem! Babel Tower will allocate two-thirds of its production lines to supply etheric guns, floating guns, and other standard weapons that you need, Miss Zeger."

Sitting opposite him was Ming Fuluo, who gave a brief summary of the whole story, and Xitana, who was leaning on the back of the chair out of boredom.

A few streaks of light flashed across Ming Fuluo's lens. After a moment's silence, she said calmly, "According to Babel Tower's current production capacity, we can produce 10,000 etheric firearms and 5,000 floating cannons within a week. I also have other weapon designs. I hope you can produce finished products within the second week."

"... Ten thousand, five thousand?" Hendrick was stunned for a moment, and then replied with a bit of helplessness, "This number is too large. Two-thirds of the production lines are not enough."

“Then fill it all in.”

Ming Fuluo said in a cold voice: "What can the remaining one-third of the production line produce in such a short time? Is there anything more important than ending this war?"

When Xitana saw Ming Fuluo's expression turned cold, she immediately coughed twice and said, "I think there is no need to be so anxious. Are you afraid that the war cannot be ended with the two of us? When the time comes, you can become that big iron lump, and I will rush forward and kill them randomly, and kill them directly to scare them away."

On the one hand, Xitana knew that the relationship between Ming Furo and Babel Tower was still very tense, and she was even more aware that this extremely awkward dwarf didn't really want the relationship to continue to be tense.

On the other hand... she did think so - why bother with all these fancy things? Since the upper limit of the participants was set by Anser at level 5, what was the difference between the two of them and the invincible ones? Just march to their lair and crush them all in one go, wouldn't that solve the problem?

"You haven't figured it out yet, Sitana?"

Ming Fuluo turned her head and looked at Miss Wolf, who tilted her head and pressed her face against the back of the chair. Her expression was much more relaxed, but still very serious: "In this war, victory has never been a problem for you and me. The problem lies in... the price of victory."

"Price?" Xitana scratched her chin. "What price can there be? We just kill them all—"

The girl's words suddenly paused because she thought of the confrontation on the snowy field.

If she hadn't been afraid that the fifth-level extraordinary person from the Northern Alliance would flip the table and go crazy, dragging countless people with him to death, she would have rushed up and twisted off the head of the person opposite her.

Now, although the fourth-order extraordinary people are also rare high-level extraordinary people, their destructive power is completely incomparable to that of the fifth-order. Even so...

Even so, if we are not careful enough, unnecessary destruction and sacrifice will occur.

"Understood?"

Looking at Xitana who seemed to be thinking about something, Ming Fuluo lowered her eyes slightly and whispered, "If it's just about winning, it would be too easy for us. But if anyone in this war suffers a disaster that they shouldn't have suffered because of your and my negligence, and if any family suffers an undeserved destruction because of your and my recklessness... I will never accept it."

Because this was not unexpected, it was not a disaster like the dragon disaster that was beyond their control, but a war that was instigated by Anther himself and should always be under their control.

"Ah... I'm so stupid!" Xitana hit her forehead hard, "I almost forgot that those guys are extremely vicious and insidious villains. If we don't prepare well, there will be problems."

Ming Fuluo didn't criticize anything at this time, because she found that after Xitana had the idea that "power is everything", her way of solving problems became closer to - no matter what, as long as the source of the problem is solved.

If bureaucrats are corrupt, they will be hung up and whipped; if evil people do evil, their limbs will be broken... As for the problems that may arise in this process, Shitana will not consider them. If there are any problems, she will only think that she is not fast enough and not strong enough.

In fact, she hardly ever suffered any pain from doing this, and it became a habit for her to act. It wasn't that she was so stupid that she had no growth.

Because her actions were no longer based on pure indignation, but on proven facts.

And her ability to act is so terrifying. To a certain extent, Hitana, who only focuses on this, is even more terrifying than Anther in this regard.

This drive for action is exactly what Ming Furo envies. She feels that Xitana is on the right path, but she doesn't know where her own path is.

"Right... so to speak."

After being reminded by Ming Fuluo, Xitana's mind became sharp. She looked at Ming Fuluo with an extremely alert expression: "Those bastards, they won't play the same tricks as they did in the West Country! They are using innocent civilians to threaten me!"

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this bunch of bastards was very likely to do something like this. Her intuition was always favorable and she was sounding the alarm. Before Ming Furo could say anything, Miss Wolf stood up all of a sudden and slammed her hands on the table, which scared Hendrick.

"Hendrick! Luo is right, you have to hurry up. The two of us can't take care of so many people! We have to arm all the places that may be threatened, the sooner the better!"

"...Uh, ah, yes, Miss Lance, Miss Zeger." Hendrick reacted quickly and bowed his head respectfully in response, "Babel Tower will never allow any rebels to harm the people of His Majesty the Regent, never."