The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Because the emperor 'no longer exists'."

The young Hydra sighed softly.

The flames of Feasting that blaze in the Tower of Eternal Flame can indeed be called "eternal", but that is not because the flames in it can really last forever, but because the inheritance of Feasting Flame cannot be cut off in theory.

As long as the emperor still exists, as long as the descendants of the Feasting Flame can continue to produce generation after generation of sixth-level gods, the Feasting Flame fire in a mere high tower will naturally burn forever.

However, the impossible happened. The inheritance of Xiangyan... was cut off.

Neither Effisandr, who is half dead but definitely no longer an emperor, nor Ivora, whose qualifications were taken away by the mysterious force controlled by the Abyss Caller, can gain the recognition of the Source Flame. The raging flame in the tower has lost the source that supports it to continue burning, but the coldness and malice of the world will not be reduced because of this. The coldness brought by the ether vortex in the Far North will never stop.

"This is my mistake, Xi'er."

Anser looked up at the snowstorm and said softly, "This blizzard that cannot be stopped is the mistake I want to make up for."

Xitana became anxious: "How can this be your fault, Anser? If you want to blame someone... at least blame me!"

She clenched her fists and raised her voice: "I have a role in beating that idiot emperor to death, and so does Ming Fuluo! Don't let Anser take all the credit!"

Xitana didn't expect that the reason why the North suffered this disaster was so absurd, yet so... realistic.

Without the emperor's support, the raging flames in the tower could not withstand the cold current from the Far North and were destined to weaken, dim, and eventually be extinguished under the erosion of the cold current.

By then, the North will once again become an uninhabited, icy dead land, and all people living on this land will have only two choices: either die from the cruelty of the world, or become displaced.

Defeating the emperor actually requires such a painful price, and Hitana doesn't want to accept this price at all.

So even though she didn't want Anser to feel guilty about this, when Hitana said this, her heart was already extremely flustered and she could hardly calm down. But even so, she didn't want Anser to blame himself for the mistake.

Anser didn't make any mistakes. Killing the emperor was the right thing to do! Anser just... just had no choice!

If, if I were strong enough to destroy the cold current, or even the so-called Arctic vortex, this wouldn't be the case.

I still——

"Xie'er."

Anser held Xitana's hand, looked into the wolf's increasingly ferocious eyes, and said softly:

"There are some things that cannot be changed even by the most powerful force."

"..."

"Even for me, if I want to seal off everything in this space and solidify the world, I have to be completely serious and spend a lot of energy. Even for a perfect God, it is not so easy to distort this world."

"Don't take it too seriously, and don't be too hard on yourself about it."

He gently stroked the girl's slender and soft palm: "Since you said it's not my fault, then I have reason to tell you that you have no obligation to be responsible for all this, and no obligation to so recklessly fight against the world itself."

"But Anser—"

Xitana looked anxious. She hoped she could help Anther. She didn't want to let Anther bear anything alone anymore.

But Anser's words finally made her silent.

"Have you forgotten? You have more important things to do. The war in the North is not over yet. Are you going to ignore the civilians in the North who are ruled by the two archdukes and Ivora, as well as the threatened border of the North?"

"No!" Xitana answered subconsciously, "I will definitely protect them..."

"Then do what you have to do."

Ansher smiled and kept holding Xitana's hand. The warmth of the girl's palm made him feel very at ease.

"If you're done there and I'm not, it won't be too late for you to help me then, right?"

Xitana's fingers gradually tightened, and after a long, long time, she responded in a low voice with great reluctance:

"I understand, Anser. I will definitely...definitely take care of those idiots right away and come to help you!"

When he said the second half of the sentence, the depression and unwillingness in the demon wolf's eyes had completely disappeared, leaving only an extremely pure... ferocious murderous intent.

Hitana turned around and stared at the snowy sky. She seemed to want to say something to Anser, but chose to disappear into the snow without saying a word.

I didn't talk to Anser because I was afraid that because of what Anser said, I would fall into sweet thoughts that shouldn't appear at this moment.

Although she really wanted to stay with Anther for a while longer and talk to Anther more, for Hitana, helping Anther was above all her requests and desires for Anther.

If you want to help Anser, you must get rid of those two useless idiots trapped in the blizzard.

She can do this, she must be able to do it, because she is Xitana Lansmalos, the most outstanding pledge of Anther.

The young Hydra watched Xitana's figure gradually being swallowed by the wind and snow. After a long time, he slowly said, "Don't you want to follow Xi'er? If you stay with me, aren't you afraid of repeating the same mistakes?"

"Miss Wild Wolf hates me now. It would be a wrong choice to stay with her rashly."

The figure of the Saint appeared beside Anser. She also looked in the direction where Xitana left and whispered, "Mr. Devil seems to be looking forward to me being hated by Miss Wild Wolf."

Anser smiled and said, "I just think Xier should be careful of you. After all, she is not A-Luo."

“I’m not the same person anymore.”

Xin turned to look at Anser: "Aren't you worried that I might do something to Miss Wild Wolf that you can't accept?"

The smile on Hydra's face grew even wider: "You can't, and you dare not."

"..."

Xin slowly shifted his gaze back and continued to watch the endless snowstorm.

"Mr. Devil."

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly asked, "Do you really think that it is your fault that the Northland has become what it is now? Do you really think... that you should be held responsible for this?"

The complex emotions that Anser revealed at that time, the helplessness, the sigh, were all seen by Xitana, and so was Xin.

Sitana thinks Anser is serious, but Xin can't tell what is serious to Anser.

"This..."

The expression on the Regent's face at this moment was neither seriousness nor joking. Xin could not see through Anser's calmness, as if she had never been able to truly touch Anser's heart.

"Perhaps because he is helpless in having to deal with this big trouble, or perhaps because he is annoyed by being forced to face the bitter consequences of solving the emperor's problem... You can interpret this responsibility however you want. That's your business, Miss Saint."

The boy smiled and said, "If you must say something, you can remember one thing."

Hydra gently stroked the two rings on the index and middle fingers of her left hand. The tenderness brewing in her sea-blue eyes made the dark and cold feeling in Xin's heart roll silently.

"I won't lie to Xi'er."

Chapter 110: Clusters of Strangeness

A huge wolf with a gray and black body was pacing in the blizzard.

It left the territory where it had occupied for more than a decade, and moved forward in this increasingly chaotic world in confusion. It didn't know what had happened, but it felt that the world it knew was no longer the one it was familiar with.

Hunger... or perhaps some desire that was not what a "creature" like it should have, drove it to blindly search for something that could satisfy it in the increasingly cold earth.

The giant wolf had been wandering for a long time. It came to a strange place made of square stones. There were many small creatures that were different from itself. These small creatures used to disturb its sleep, and the giant wolf did not like them.

And when the giant wolf took the initiative to leave its territory that could no longer provide sufficient ether, it found that... these little things seemed different too. They were not so annoying anymore.

Because, it’s delicious.

The giant wolf had no desire to eat. It had eaten quite a few small creatures, but that was because they not only disturbed its sleep, but also had such a clear murderous intention towards it. However, it never thought that these small creatures were delicious.

Biting, chewing, and swallowing are just a form, a form of killing. To be honest, it would not have done so if those little things covered with metal blocks had not insisted on getting in front of its mouth.

But now it was different. The giant wolf smelled the sweet scent coming from these little things, just like the first wisp of ether it inhaled when it was born.

A fragrance that it had never felt before stimulated it, stimulating the hunger and animality that should not exist in its body... belonging to the mundane world.

It was a pity that the first hunting failed. There was a very powerful little creature in the square stone. It was chased away and injured, and therefore became more anxious to find something to feed it.

And now, it smelled it, smelled the blood that even the endless wind and snow could not freeze, as if deliberately declaring the strength and power.

The giant wolf was also hesitant at first, because the surging power in the blood made it hungry and greedy, but the ferocious and brutal power contained in it, which was almost transformed into biting it, also made the giant wolf retreat.

The murderous nature contained in just a wisp of blood is so terrifying, so what kind of monster is the owner of this wisp of blood?

The giant wolf could sense the danger, but it would not think deeply about it. It just felt that it could no longer endure the hunger. The danger and terror were completely unable to suppress its new greed and hunger.

It will eat the being that emits this smell at all costs.

So it followed the blood all the way here, its huge wolf pupils emitting a faint light in the gray-white blizzard. If a warrior who had tried to hunt it before and failed but survived faced this giant wolf again, he would definitely not have the courage to swing his blade at it even a little bit.

Even without arrows, experienced hunters have the courage to swing their axes at healthy, sleeping prey; but when faced with prey covered in wounds and with red eyes, they will choose to retreat or even flee.

The giant wolf's condition is far more terrifying than the wild beasts that are in a state of near-death madness.

The heavy breathing drowned out the howling of the wind and snow. The giant wolf's figure, like a hill, emerged from the gray and white chaos. It stopped and slowly lowered its huge head. Its green eyes, which were already filled with hunger and thirst, stared at the source of blood.

A...very small, blood-red, round thing, about half the size of its claw.

The giant wolf twitched its nose and widened its eyes. It couldn't understand why such a small thing would emit such an alluring smell. At the same time, it was trying its best to resist the urge to swallow it whole. It used its remaining vigilance and patience to observe its surroundings carefully and instinctively.

"Woo!"

It suddenly let out a short, low growl, and its huge pupils stared fixedly at a corner in the vast snowstorm, and the hair all over its body began to explode.

But at the same time, it smelled the blood that drove it all the way here, so rich and tempting, so... fresh and sweet.

Even the ether, which is the foundation of its life, has never given the giant wolf such a feeling.

Sticky saliva dripped slowly from between its teeth. The giant wolf had already opened its sharp teeth that could easily tear apart alchemical armor. It noticed the enemy's vigilance and the threat posed by the enemy, but all of this was torn and crushed by its huge bestiality. Every muscle and every bone in its body was burning with hunger and thirst that was about to be satisfied. The hot blood flowed faster, spreading the power caused by the animality throughout its entire body in an instant, even making it forget its more common means as an etheric monster. Instead, it acted like a wild beast, howling wildly and pouncing on the source of the smell.

The pounce took only a split second, but in the middle of this split second, the ferocious animal nature, hunger and greed in the giant wolf's body had already disappeared without a trace.

Because it smelled and saw clearly what the source of the blood was, its other instinct as an animal instantly took over.

Survival.

Before it even landed after it pounced, the instinct for survival instantly expanded to the point where it almost filled its consciousness.

Run away, run away, run away... Even if it means cutting off flesh and breaking bones, I must immediately turn around and flee from here without looking back.

“Not qualified.”

But just before that huge body pounced on the unknown thing in the wind and snow like gray thunder, dissatisfied whispers sounded.

It was as if telling the giant wolf: It's too late to turn back now.

What the giant wolf saw was a delicious little thing that it was very familiar with.

However, this little thing did not hang any metal blocks on its body, nor did it hold any sharp objects or long, shiny wood. It was only covered with a layer of fluffy fur that was not very thick. It seemed to be just like those little things that would only run away when they saw it, and it posed no threat at all.

But that was just an appearance, because appearance can lie, but taste can't, and the giant beast corpse under her butt...even less so.

The giant wolf saw it very clearly. When its body flew a hundred meters in an instant and was on its way to pounce on the little thing, it had already seen the corpse of the giant eagle under it, with its wings torn off and its neck twisted several times.

The giant wolf knew this eagle. Before the world changed, the eagle was on a snowy mountain not far from its territory. Although the eagle was not stronger than the giant wolf, it was not weak either. At least the giant wolf was not sure it could kill it easily.

But now, its corpse was right in front of it. Its miserable appearance reminded the giant wolf of a bird that had been chewed into a ball of rotten meat by a wild boar.

The giant wolf should be able to smell the scent of the corpse. If it could smell the threat of death, it would not be overwhelmed by the sweet temptation, nor would it be completely dominated by the animal hunger.

"Anser said that a powerful enough monster would be able to realize his terror more quickly."

The slender little thing made a sound that the giant wolf could not understand. She raised one arm, and blood kept flowing from the wound on her wrist, staining the entire arm red.

It turned out that her breath completely overwhelmed the giant eagle's breath of death, just like no one could sense a fire hundreds of meters away under the scorching sun.

The giant wolf felt that this wound was definitely not caused by its old friend.

Its old friend had no right to hurt this monster.

"But no matter whether it was you or it, you both rushed over here like idiots, and only became afraid when death was imminent."

The monster in the eyes of the monster sighed again: "What's going on? Where did the powerful guys go? Can my blood only lure you low-level guys now? It was obviously quite effective before."

"Forget it." She said, "Since we are already here, there is nothing to choose from."

The monster looked at the giant wolf.

Not the little thing sitting on the corpse, but the monster behind her.

In the eyes of the giant wolf, the red and black monster has filled the entire world.

Nothing existed and nothing could survive. When the monster cast its gaze over, the giant wolf even thought it was dead.

Such a huge fear overwhelmed everything, even the instinct to escape and survive. The giant wolf let out a shrill howl that could even shatter the wind and snow. The ground hundreds of meters around it began to rumble and tremble, and the violent ether lifted up the earth, turning it into a desperate struggle.

But... failed.

The red-black monster that seemed to be wearing a blizzard only waved its claws, and the giant wolf felt that its strength was shattered.

It lost its innate ability to communicate with the ether, or rather, it was not that it lost this ability, but the flow of ether in all things in the world... was killed by the monster.