The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The man who said this glanced at Ming Furo secretly. Seeing how tacitly and harmoniously she and Xitana were getting along, a hint of shame and relief appeared in his eyes.

The crazy idealist who once pushed the two territories into a bloody battle in order to realize his ideals is now more concerned about the safety of countless distant people. For Hendrick, who followed Erion's will and subtly pushed Ming Furo into that situation, what could be more reassuring than this?

Teacher, Ming Fuluo has found her own way. She is no longer...your ghost.

Ming Fuluo pretended not to see Hendrick's eyes. Compared with the past events that she had not yet let go of, the war that was about to happen was more important.

Although an agreement was reached, war is still war after all. Apart from [fifth-level extraordinary people are prohibited from participating in the war] and [the use of mass destruction spells is prohibited in the war], Anser and Ivora did not reach any additional agreements.

They didn't know when the war would start, nor did they know what the local tactics were. The most they learned from Ansel was that the revolutionary army would not travel along the same route as the coalition forces of the two archdukes, and would bypass a fortress and launch a surprise attack on East Port. They knew nothing else.

All the territories on the front line must be armed as soon as possible before the war begins.

During the dragon disaster in the Western Kingdom, Ming Furo already had some experience in how to arrange the city defense system of her territory. However, this time the opponent was human, not a mad dragon that was like a sitting duck, so she had to make continuous adjustments on this basis.

The detection means need to be further upgraded. In addition to individual weapons, more powerful city defense weapons and shield generating devices are needed. No, not only these, if the city is breached, the transmission equipment must also be upgraded, and the communication between the extraordinary people in each city also needs a stronger communication system...

Ming Fuluo rubbed her eyebrows slowly. She would be busy for the next period of time.

An unwavering coldness appeared on that petite but very mature face.

Even if you don't know where the road ahead is, there is one thing you can't go wrong with.

——Changing the world should be based on creation, not destruction.

"Then let's go..."

Xitana turned her chair and asked curiously, "Should we ask Anser first, or just..."

She stopped talking halfway, scratched her head and sighed, "But even if we go to Anser, he won't say anything. We have to find the answer ourselves..."

"A Luo." Miss Wolf couldn't help asking, "Do you think we are too dependent on Anser?"

As soon as this topic was brought up, Hendrick tactfully excused himself, leaving the two of them in the meeting room.

Ming Fuluo glanced at Xitana: "Why, do you feel that Anser hates you?"

"Tsk, you think too much. I fought with Anser for four hours last night after you passed out." Xitana curled her lips in disdain. "I just think Anser must have a motive for doing this. After the Western Kingdom...he, he has become a little bit more like that."

Even though she was the most powerful fighter among all the heroes, the brave Miss Wolf blushed and subconsciously looked away: "He became, a little too aggressive, not so gentle... Of course I'm not saying he became bad, I just have an indescribable feeling..."

"..."

Of course Ming Furo knew that Xitana was not talking about what happened in bed. She also felt that after Marina became the chief, Ansher's personality was slipping towards... an earlier state.

Moreover, this can by no means be regarded as a regression, because even though Anser before meeting her and Hitana was cold and vicious, he still essentially remained fragile and confused in his heart, but the current Anser definitely does not have these weak traits.

Without the filter, from an objective point of view, he has become an even more invincible villain - this war with unknown purpose is the best proof of this.

But unfortunately, whether it is her or Hitana, it is impossible for them to put aside the filter and look at Anther from an objective perspective. They have never thought that Anther's purpose of starting this war was improper, and they have always speculated in a more legitimate direction.

So, Ming Fuluo didn't know what to say for a moment and could only remain silent.

“It’s erosion.”

"Ah? Erosion? What erosion?"

Xitana subconsciously turned her head to look at Xin who was sitting obediently in the chair.

"..."

"..."

The two just stared at each other in silence.

"You..." Ming Fuluo's slightly shocked voice broke the awkward silence, "Why are you here?"

"Just now, after Miss Wolf said 'a fierce battle for four hours'."

"Don't take this kind of talk as a starting point!"

Sitana's face flushed as she yelled, "Why are you here? No, how did you get here? How did you suddenly appear here?!"

Xin tilted his head in confusion, wanting to say something but stopping himself, looking like he didn't know how to explain.

Looking at her stupid look, Xitana patted her forehead helplessly: "Forget it, I'm used to it. Now is not the time to ask this... Xin, you just said that Anser's situation is the abyss-"

"Erosion from the abyss." Xin said with great certainty, "Mr. Devil is being eroded at an increasingly faster rate."

Xitana opened her mouth and a look of anxiety gradually appeared on her face, while Ming Fuluo frowned, her expression equally worried and gloomy.

Abyss erosion is a dead end that all extraordinary beings walking in the abyss cannot avoid. It is also the curse that caused the four divine species to go to destruction in just a hundred years.

Logically speaking, since Anser had not inherited Flamel's power to reach the sixth level, and he also had a very strong and tenacious soul, it should be too early for him to do so, but...

Ming Furo and Xitana looked at each other, and the two communicated in their souls very tacitly.

[Is it... Abyss Sermon?]

[It can only be Anser’s spirit essence. When he was in the Western Kingdom, without our help, he should have... forced himself to preach many times.]

Both girls saw deep worry in each other's eyes.

The Abyss Sermon is both the spiritual essence that Anser awakens when he is a Hydra in an extreme desire for power and domination, and the proof that he is a favored one of the Abyss.

The price of this unsolvable power, which can unconditionally raise power to the limit in the direction desired by the preacher, is too high to be accepted.

But Anser had used sermons on himself many times. Even after the despair six years ago, Anser had more or less mastered the extent to which he could use sermons on himself. However, this kind of erosion... was almost irreversible.

[And... we don't seem to have been affected by the abyss at all.]

Ming Fuluo, who abandoned her body to transform into a mechanical deity and fell into the abyss, whispered: "I will regularly check my mental state, but from the time I became the head of the Qie until now, my mind has not undergone any major changes. Although the erosion that the head of the Qie needs to share exists, the impact is minimal."

[…You mean, Anser, Anser is suppressing the abyss erosion from Qishou? ]

"Ah, speaking of which, there is something strange."

As Xitana and Ming Fuluo were increasingly shocked and even panicked, Xin, who looked like a mature and beautiful older sister but was sitting like a good kid, suddenly spoke:

"The erosion suffered by Mr. Devil has been flowing back."

Xitana turned her head suddenly and stared at Xin. If this wasn't her new friend, she would have grabbed Xin by the collar: "Backflow...what does backflow mean?"

"That's it, literally."

Xin answered honestly: "Mr. Devil, Miss Wolf, Miss Doll, and Miss Crow...I guess there is some special relationship between you."

"Although it's vague, I can see it."

Her gaze fell on the backs of Xitana and Ming Furo, and then she turned her head and looked towards the north along something unknown.

That is the direction of the imperial capital, and also... the direction where Anser is.

Xin said slowly: "So, you can also see the shadow of the abyss that is transmitted through this connection."

"It's always coming from Mr. Devil, but a lot of it flows back."

Under the gradually dazed gazes of Xitana and Ming Fuluo, the kind-hearted Saint Lady said considerately: "If I were next to Mr. Devil, I could see more clearly."

Xitana stood up and was about to walk out without saying a word, but fortunately Ming Fuluo held her back.

"Sit down first." Ming Fuluo, who also looked unhappy, stared at Xitana's uncontrollable and distorted animal eyes, "Don't be so rude. Do you think Anser will listen to you if you do this?"

"..."

Xitana sat back with her head slightly lowered, but no matter how you looked at her, her mood was very unstable.

From Xin's perspective, it's not surprising that it exploded.

What an amazing rage... I didn't expect Miss Wolf to be so angry.

The hungry wolf, burning with rage, kept panting, and a low howl came out of its ferocious mouth. The unwillingness and pain seemed to turn into substance and strangle her soul, making the projection of her soul in Xin's eyes extremely hideous, as if it was going to fill the entire room.

However, in Xin's holy green eyes, which were not being watched by anyone, there was a kind of pure joy like that of a child.

Sure enough...it's right.

Miss Wolf is always angry about her own mistakes, or, um... incompetence?

[Why am I... not strong enough! ]

Xin, who listened quietly to the voice in the heart, understood.

So that's it, Miss Wolf, she hated her own weakness, and what she longed for, the source of her anger, turned out to be... power.

Therefore, as long as Miss Wolf becomes strong enough, her sin of rage can be successfully eliminated.

So simple... What Mr. Devil taught me is really useful.

The cognitive disorders imposed on Xin by the Holy Church are complex and varied. Among them, the ability to peek into souls and listen to hearts was intended, in Anser's opinion, to enable Xin to have the ability to break through when facing a difficult "sinner" like him.

But in reality, Xin's talent was so strong that she didn't need to pay attention to any extra details. She only needed to use the power that could easily twist the soul.

This also makes Xin not rely on, or even not value, this evil ability. At the same time, because of this, he has a broad, yet shallow and contradictory understanding of human nature.

And Ansel opened the door for her.

Xin thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out the source of Xitana's anger. However, according to what Ansel taught him, it only took him a few seconds to determine where the rage that surrounded Xitana came from.

It's just that I used a little harmless, not-so-nice trick.

But that doesn’t matter. Isn’t it a good thing to let Miss Wolf and Miss Doll care about Miss Devil?

And...it was Mr. Devil who reminded her that she could do this.

In this way, we can find a way to redeem Miss Wolf. Make her stronger... Hmm, how can we make her stronger?

Just as Xin was lost in thought over this question, Ming Fuluo said, "You are the Saint of the Church of Saints, the Saint... Xin, right? I will call you the Saint for now."

"It's okay to call me Xin."

No matter what the Saint Lady was thinking, her appearance, expression and voice made her seem harmless.

Ming Fuluo didn't follow this sentence and asked her directly: "Ansher came to you to cure Marina's erosion. Since you can cure Marina, you can also cure Ansher, right?"

Xitana's eyes brightened instantly. She grabbed Xin's hand and her voice softened almost to the level when she was talking to Anser: "Xin... you can definitely do it, right? Anser told me that your treatment of Lina was effective. So what Luo said is also right, can you also treat Anser?"

Xin stared into Shitana's eyes. Miss Wolf, who usually looked down on everyone with arrogance, now looked as weak and pitiful as a homeless puppy.

When it comes to Mr. Devil, Miss Wolf will become very weak...

Xin could easily see that for Xitana, anything related to Ansher would immediately put her into a state that was completely inconsistent with her usual state - completely inconsistent with weakness, completely inconsistent with obedience, completely inconsistent with... caution.

This is also a feature that can be used well. Besides, Miss Wild Wolf looks a little... a little...

Xin didn't know how to describe his current mood. It seemed like he was happy, but also something that was not quite right.

After a brief eye contact, she replied softly, "If it's Mr. Devil, I'm sorry, Miss Wolf, I can't help him."

"Why?" Xitana asked anxiously, "Aren't Ansel and Lina's situations different? Why can't we help?"

"Miss Crow's soul is a small pool of water."

Xin put his hands together on his legs, sat in a dignified posture, and said in a calm voice: "Even if it is seriously polluted, I can try to purify it a little and delay the spread of pollution."

As she spoke, her eyes became a little dazed: "But Mr. Devil's soul..."

Xin's mind flashed with the essence of the devil's soul, which was extremely difficult to see through, let alone to spy on, and he shook his head.

"Mr. Devil's soul is an ocean with no end in sight. Even if the pollution he has suffered is the same as Ms. Crow's, I cannot cure it."

"..."

This straightforward and vivid metaphor made Xitana put down her hands in despair, looking extremely sad.

"Ocean..." Ming Fuluo seemed much calmer. "Then, if more of the pollution flows to our side, will the abyss erosion of Anser be alleviated?"

"Yes." Xin nodded, "And it should be very useful, but..."

The way she suddenly stopped talking made Ming Fuluo feel inexplicably familiar.

A kind of...very awkward deliberateness.

The perceptive scholar narrowed her eyes slightly: "Just what?"

"It's just that I don't know the nature of this erosion."

Xin still looked like a pure and innocent saint: "Mr. Devil is a spiritual god, but he has not been seriously eroded by the abyss. So where does his erosion come from?"

"If... I could know the source."

She confessed innocently:

"Maybe we can find a way."

Xitana raised her head suddenly, but before she could say anything, Ming Furo held her shoulders.

"Sorry, we don't know about this either."