The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The Saint whispered happily, "I did it, Mr. Devil. I have always remembered your teachings."

"Miss Doll is convinced that I have been seduced and corrupted by Mr. Devil. Her arrogance... prevents her from seeing the truth and my determination to redeem Mr. Devil. How could she be defeated by such a small temptation?"

“Even this emotion…”

Xin closed his eyes, intoxicated... recalling the moment of surprise when Ming Furo realized that she had wronged him.

"Even if it's my reverence for Mr. Devil, I can use it to deceive you, Miss Doll."

After hiding herself, what remained was the truth that Ming Fuluo was unwilling to accept but also took the initiative to admit.

But the truth, of course, is not what Elalo just answered.

Xin didn't know what information Ming Furo wanted to get from Ella Luo, but it didn't matter, as long as she couldn't prevent Ella Luo from providing the information.

The amnesia caused by the destruction brought about by the backlash of the curse is perfect, but it is impossible to let Elalo forget everything completely, that would be too deliberate.

Instead, they could create a fictitious "taboo" to give Ming Furo a completely wrong and meaningless direction. In this way, she would not only be convinced that Ella Luo had indeed lost her memory, but she would also not be able to obtain any useful information.

Ellalo's consciousness was controlled by Lian De from beginning to end. When she first appeared in front of Ming Furo, she pretended to be surprised at being discovered by Ming Furo. In fact... that was a flaw that Xin deliberately revealed just to confirm to what extent Ming Furo could perceive her power.

Conclusion: no threat at all.

People always get the truth in their own eyes based on what they believe to be reality.

This is also... what Mr. Devil taught me.

This time, I win again, Miss Doll.

Having lost this key, and facing war, what can you rely on to realize your wish? In the end, will you ask Mr. Devil for help and beg for his kindness and grace?

If that's the case, it couldn't be better.

How can you, who is so weak and incompetent, help Mr. Devil?

As the saint was imagining the scene with such joy, the thorns on her pure white robe were growing and wriggling like living things.

Chapter 94: War

The snowstorm in the north seems to be getting stronger.

If it is a severe cold wave, it should end one day, but now the north is shrouded in cold winds and heavy snow almost all day long. If it continues like this, this vast land will sooner or later return to the dead silence brought by the cold.

It is also because of this that Ivora, who can bring light and heat, actually made a name for himself in the north.

With the territory of Grand Duke Iron Blade as the core, one simple refuge city after another is closely connected. Most of the refugees who failed to escape from the North gathered here, surviving under the firelight that is usually violent and ferocious but now brings a glimmer of hope.

Just like the eternally burning source flame above the imperial capital, Ivora also ignited a sun, protecting the people of the north from the increasingly severe cold.

Ivora lay lazily on the sofa, his forehead against the glass wall, staring into the distance boredly.

"How boring..."

She picked up the fresh and juicy fruits from the fruit bowl beside her and put them into her mouth with some boredom, like a lioness crouching down.

Although he was always attacked by Anser from time to time and suffered inhumane training, apart from that, Ivora could not find any meaningful part in this kind of life.

Being trapped in such a desolate and barren land made her feel bored, so bored that even the devil's torture became an extremely alternative pleasure.

She had completely lost interest in the initial idea of ​​dominating the North. She finally understood why the largest territory of the empire was only occupied by two grand dukes. There was really nothing in this place except wind and snow. Due to the devastation caused by the war some time ago, a large number of Northern civilians fled or died, making the so-called domination impossible to talk about.

Now, she seemed to have no other way to entertain herself except to appreciate all the ugliness of human nature in the simple and chaotic shelter outside the city.

Ivora's personality meant that she couldn't think about how to defeat Anser 24 hours a day. Although finding an opportunity to escape from Anser's control was the most important thing, daily leisure and entertainment were as indispensable as her various delusions about Anser.

She stood up and stretched, then walked to the floor-length mirror to admire her naked body. While feeling satisfied, she murmured in confusion:

"That guy...why isn't he interested at all?"

The graceful and even unreal body in the mirror could make people's blood boil with any movement, but over the years, Ivora had never seen the desire that Ansel wanted to see in her eyes...

"That fleshless doll and brainless stupid dog, how could they suit his taste?"

With his delicate fingertips touching the smooth mirror, Ivora stared at his perfect body in the mirror without any flaws. Thinking of Ansel's eyes that were always superior to him but never really cared about him, the boredom in his heart turned into anger in an instant.

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The broken mirror reflected countless identical cold faces. Ivora waved his hand without saying a word and burned the entire mirror to ashes. The blinding blood flames attached to his body, outlining an extremely luxurious long dress along his body.

"Why should I please him... He should only be attached to me."

She looked at her sleeves and said this to herself.

"Then you must work hard, Your Highness Ivora."

The moment the hoarse female voice sounded in the room, Ivora turned her head abruptly and stared at the shadow that suddenly began to move in the corner. The blood flames overflowing from her long skirt due to loss of control were enough to show her current stress.

"It is very difficult to make Mr. Anser stay with me. At least until now... no one can do it."

The dignified witch walked out of the shadows with graceful steps: "Anyone who holds such thoughts will eventually become Mr. Anser's captive. You should be careful."

"I don't need a woman like you who has been played by him to the point of losing her mind to remind me of this kind of thing."

Ivora put away her defensive posture that made her look too weak, and said with contempt and sarcasm, "You should be the one who should be careful, witch. When Anser gets tired of playing with you, you can just rot and wait for death."

Although she had no idea how many times she had been taught a lesson by Marina herself, Ivora never gave in to the witch and would always find opportunities to vent her arrogance and harshness.

Normally, Marina would take advantage of the situation to teach Miss Ivora, the forgetful cat, a lesson that was actually meaningless. But this time, she did not give the routine lesson. Instead, she raised her hand and let a shadow spread to Ivora's feet.

"You know that the leaders of the Revolutionary Army are still staying in the North due to your pressure, right?"

When he saw the spreading shadow, Ivora first contracted his muscles reflexively, and then said with a sullen face: "So what? What do those useless rubbish have to do with me?"

"As you said, they are a bunch of useless people who can't accomplish anything."

Marina smiled. "Then, since you made them one of the main forces in this war, how could you allow them to... do nothing for such a long time?"

"The two Grand Dukes, Gray Tower and Iron Blade, have tried to break through the defense line built around Seele. Although they have not succeeded once, they are at least trying. But the members of the Revolutionary Army are just staying in the North without moving. This is a bit unreasonable, isn't it?"

"...You want me to beat them up?" Ivora quickly understood what Marina meant, but seeing her frowning, she seemed reluctant. "What does Anser want to do?"

"This is not something you should be presumptuous of, Your Highness Ivora." The Dark Witch bowed slightly, "Besides, shouldn't you enjoy torturing the leaders of the Revolutionary Army?"

"Only kids would crush bugs as a hobby. It's something you can do once or twice if you feel like it."

Ivora's reason for being reluctant was just as harsh - there was some fun in stepping on bugs to death, but she didn't want to be a kid who stepped on bugs for fun whenever she had nothing to do.

However, she was also very clear that she had no room for refusal.

After staring at Marina, who smiled but said nothing, for a few seconds, she narrowed her eyes and asked, "Nothing else? That's all?"

"What else?" Marina's smile brightened a little, "Are you looking forward to something...more exciting, more memorable?"

The shadow lying at Ivola's feet squirmed, and Ivola's throat tightened unconsciously.

"I'm just asking...for reward."

Miss Cat Vola was very stubborn and described the rewards and gifts that Anser occasionally gave her after she obeyed as rewards for equal transactions, and used this to deny that she was thinking of something more exciting.

"Reward... Reward?"

Hearing these two words, Marina couldn't help but chuckle twice, but before Ivola could react, a solid tentacle emerged from the shadows and handed a piece of cloth to Ivola.

"Please forget my little gaffe just now. Your reward... oh no, reward, Mr. Anser has already prepared it."

Ivora looked at the piece of cloth in front of him...or rather, a shirt or something like that, and his eyes twitched.

"This is the shirt Mr. Anser just took off today. It hasn't been washed yet."

Marina slowly retreated back into the shadows, her figure gradually disappearing, until only her head appeared, looking at Ivora with a bright smile, saying:

"Please help yourself, Your Highness Ivora."

As Marina disappeared, the shadow tentacle swung directly, throwing the clothes onto Ivora's face, and then disappeared.

"Anser!!!"

Ivora grabbed the clothes off her face and roared angrily. She even thought of the contemptuous and joyful smile on Anser's face when he ordered Marina to give her the clothes as a reward.

"How dare you...how dare you..."

Veins bulged at her temples, and the eldest princess, who had almost torn her shirt to pieces, gnashed her teeth, and flames nearly burst out of her palms, burning the entire piece of clothing.

But after a few minutes, Ivora, who had gradually calmed down, did not destroy the reward.

"It's all because of you bunch of rebels..."

The eldest princess threw her shirt aside with cruelty burning in her eyes, and her face showed pure malice and cruelty.

"If it weren't for you, how could I have been subjected to...this kind of insult!"

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"This is... the end."

Standing on the city wall of this poor little town, Ming Furo looked at the artillery that was driven by the city lord and rotated freely, and whispered to herself with a complicated expression.

The production capacity of the Tower of Babel has been squeezed to its limit. The next batch of weapons will not be completed until five days later at the earliest, but Donggang no longer has five days.

Just seven hours ago, she detected a large-scale ether fluctuation in the Forest of Death, and three minutes and twenty-one seconds after the fluctuation was detected, all the detection equipment deployed at the exit of the Forest of Death and the front line of defense of East Port were destroyed and went offline.

The revolutionary army has arrived at Donggang, and they are now deploying tactics and preparing to launch a surprise attack.

Ming Fuluo did not give any rash orders. Besides the fact that she didn't know how to give orders, her most important goal in this war was to protect all the innocent civilians in Donggang who were forced to be involved in this war.

Under the defense system she built, the revolutionary army would have no chance of breaking into the city unless they had some special means.

Ming Furo always regards holding on as her top priority. Only when she is 100% sure that she can carry out an annihilation operation will she launch an offensive. Otherwise, she will never make any radical moves.

Now, she used the last of her weapons on this barren little town, doing everything she could to reduce the threat of impending destruction to zero.

"Have the people from all the surrounding villages and settlements entered the city?"

Ming Fuluo turned to look at the fearful city lord standing not far behind her: "If you miss even one, I will hold you accountable."

"They have all...all entered the city, Lord Zeg." This ordinary city lord was so scared that he stumbled a little. "I checked four times, there is no problem."

Ming Fuluo nodded slightly: "You have just understood how to use the entire defense project. Remember... the safety of your people depends on you."

"I'm behind you... no, it's Hydra. You are not allowed to compromise with those thugs who call themselves the Revolutionary Army. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes! I will never compromise with them and will definitely protect my people!"

Seeing the city lord nodding and bowing, as if he made such a promise not for its own sake but to please her, Ming Furo felt disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

Even if such a person has his support and can protect his subjects during the war, what will happen after the war? After everything returns to the seemingly prosperous and stable state, what will his subjects face?

This war made Ming Fuluo see so much, so many things that she wanted to change but could not change.

Grandfather...were you also so desperate and painful at that time?

She couldn't help but think of her grandfather, the crazy man who was willing to sacrifice his son, granddaughter, and even himself in order to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

When Erion realized that even if he tried his best in this life, he would not be able to bring about change in the world, was his mood... the same as mine is now?

The sparks that splash out when ideals clash with reality are enough to corrode bones and burn souls, leaving people in excruciating pain.

But Ming Fuluo has not reached that point yet. She is sure that she is still far from entering Erion's unsolvable desperate situation. She is sure that no matter how difficult the situation is now, she will definitely find a way out.

I won't... make the same mistakes you made, Grandfather.

Ming Furo closed her eyes and made a final review of everything she had now, including all the elements that would be used to win the war.

On the surface, her defense system failed to completely cover the entire East Port. The clues that were close at hand were interrupted due to an accident. Coupled with various uncertainties and the lack of information about the revolutionary army, victory has become extremely far away from Ming Furo.

Unless she is willing to change the standard of victory, unless she is willing to accept the reality - there are no innocents in war, only the living and the dead.

Half a minute later, Ming Fuluo opened her eyes. She did not show any anxiety because of her current disadvantage. Her face was calm.

That is the calmness that can only be brought about by absolutely firm belief.

Mingflora Zeger firmly believed that she would get the victory she wanted in this war.

Her figure rose high into the sky above Donggang, feeling the surging ether coming from the Lost Sea. Her sight swept across the vast land and the blue ocean, and finally stopped on one city after another, and stopped on... the traces and proofs created by human beings themselves in this world.

She did not have any great ambitions or surging passions, but she just felt that such a scenery should not be destroyed in a meaningless war.

The magnificent scenery that only civilization can create and the hope that only order can bring about should not be destroyed by the indelible inferiority of human beings.

After an unknown amount of time, Ming Fuluo suddenly opened her eyes.

"Golden River Valley, Riftwater City, Moon Spring Territory...are these territories with huge distances from each other going to attack at the same time..."

She held the Ouroboros bracelet on her wrist, her eyes cold.

The war has begun.