The villain's way to tame the protagonist

He finally understood why Hercules, who was clearly a northerner and had been trapped in the snow before, had no idea about the current situation in the North, but he didn't want to find out in this way.

“But there’s nothing left.”

Hercules' voice sounded somewhat unreal, like the mumbling of a person who was completely distracted.

Just this one sentence can make people think of the collapsed and dilapidated city, the mottled bloodstains solidified on the broken road, and the broken walls and debris frozen at the base of the wall.

Hercules, an ordinary man, managed to escape from the irresistible supernatural power, but he still lost almost everything in the end, including his hometown and old friends.

"Padre Lulis, do you think I'm a coward?"

"This - you clearly did nothing wrong, how can you be a coward!" Lulis's guilt was magnified to the extreme at this moment, "That war was not something you could change, and no one could change it."

"Yes, no matter how you look at it, I should accept my father's arrangement, because I am just an ordinary person. When facing the war started by the extraordinary people, ordinary people like me are no different from insects and ants."

"They only need a thought to control our life and death, and manipulate our...fate."

He turned to look at Lulis, but for some reason, Xin felt that he was looking at him.

Staring at those deep eyes, the saint was a little dazed for a moment.

Because she couldn't tell whether the current Mr. Devil was Hercules or...Ansher.

"There is no humiliation in obeying such a great power," the young man said softly, "Resistance is absurd and stupid."

"But, Father Lulis, because I cannot resist such a force, shall I sit back and watch it kill my old people, destroy my old land, and turn everything I once owned and cherished into ashes?"

"So I should flatter and show my obedience and humility, flee from its horrible destruction, admire its omniscience and omnipotence, attribute everything to the fact that I can't change anything, and abandon and forget all that it has destroyed?"

He laughed, and under the gaze of Lulis and Xin, he took a step forward and entered the testing area.

The puppet that detected the enemy began to buzz, and with the absolute crushing of the extraordinary over the ordinary, it walked step by step towards the boy who was isolated and helpless like a weed.

“I can’t do it,” he said. “That’s why I came back. That’s why I’m here.”

"Because...someone gave me hope."

Xin felt as if he had been pierced by a sharp blade.

Mr. Devil... is talking to me.

Her guess was correct. Mr. Devil, who for some unknown reason was burdened with such a huge sin... He never enjoyed it. He was in pain.

He has been waiting for his hope, his...salvation.

The puppet had already arrived in front of the young man, raised its rough and huge iron fist, symbolizing the absoluteness that cannot be disobeyed, and smashed it down on his head.

He just raised his head to face this absoluteness and asked softly:

"Can someone as stupid as me be a hero?"

Lulis could no longer bear the inner torture, and he raised his hand, ready to block the attack for him.

But before Lulis, a brighter light had already burst out in Hercules' hands.

thump--

One by one, the priests fell to their knees, trembling.

Because they saw... the pure and flawless thorny moon shadow surrounding Hercules!

"I will, Ann."

Xin wrapped her arms around Anser's neck so gently and yet so forcefully, sticking close to Anser's back.

"You will definitely become a hero."

"Thank you, Miss Saint."

Ansir Hydra did not care about the change in Sin's title. The surging dark joy made the devil raise an evil smile that did not belong to a hero.

"It's great that you can be my strength."

Chapter 6: The Pleasure of Pain Part (K)

For Anser, there are only two directions regarding Xin's training.

On the one hand, it prevents her from leaving him, and on the other hand, it keeps her away from the so-called gods.

The latter is the most important key, and also the core goal that Anser wants to achieve in the North. As for the former...

In Donggang, he had already made all the necessary preparations and groundwork, which made the former go smoothly and be completed easily. Moreover, making Xin dependent was not a difficult task, and it was countless times easier than training Xitana and Ming Fuluo.

Xin, who was trained as a tool, does not have a normal personality at all. The cognition shaped by the church for her and the self in her eyes all exist to fulfill the supreme mission.

However, there is a huge flaw in this. Even though Xin's personality is abnormal, the church did not turn Xin into a complete tool. They set many restrictions on Xin, but gave her great freedom and power. She indeed has free will, rather than acting rigidly according to dogma.

Let's not talk about why the church made Xin into this contradictory person, but since Xin has something called self, then no matter how imperfect her personality and mind are, there will always be a chance to repair this defect. There will always be some things and some people who make the saint deviate from the original trajectory. This is the price of having free will.

Until such a perfect Xin appeared.

Read the heart, control the soul... All the worldly things, whether they are extraordinary or mortal, their sins and ugliness cannot escape Xin's eyes, without exception.

Because of that belief and responsibility, Xin will not hate the evil rooted deep in human nature. Instead, she will be extremely suitable for the identity of God's agent.

Xin, who can see all kinds of living beings and manipulate their souls at will, is just like the illusory god who sits in the sky and overlooks the world. He possesses... the ultimate ruthlessness.

It is precisely because of this that the church was so easily fooled by Anther. Even when there were various signs that Xin was abnormal, they still did not let Xin leave Anther at the first time. It was not until it was irreversible that they realized it was too late.

It’s not that they are too stupid, but Anser, as a devil... is too special.

The only existence in the world whose voice cannot be read by the heart and cannot be recognized by Xin, but has huge coordination. Each point is exactly the condition to break through Xin's mental barrier.

The same words, the same attitude, the same situation - even if the Hercules created by Anther really existed here, Sin would not make the same promise to him as he did to Anther.

Because no one except Ansher is worthy of her doing this.

Only Mr. Devil... is special.

When Ansel distorted Xin's beliefs, turning her from "saving Mr. Devil in order to fulfill her duty" to "saving Mr. Devil for the sake of Mr. Devil", it was only a matter of time before Miss Saint fell.

At this point, Ansher no longer even needs to promote Xin's favor and dependence. The Saint Lady herself will not miss any small opportunity to actively deepen her dependence and attachment to the devil. As long as the god in Xin's heart is destroyed, the Saint Lady will only have her Mr. Devil left.

Anser drew out the shining sword that was shining with brilliant holy light. Just by making this move, hundreds of extremely bright rays of light burst out from the sword body, instantly piercing the puppet with holes.

Before he could even swing his sword, the extraordinary power that was irresistible to mortals collapsed and was destroyed.

"This is your power, Miss Saint."

The boy's voice was soft, but full of childlike sincerity and enthusiasm.

He seemed to be rejoicing as Hercules that he had obtained this power, and he also seemed to be happy as Anther that Xin stood so firmly on his side for the first time.

For the current Miss Saint, it is naturally the latter.

"It's also your power, Mr. Devil."

She still held Anser tightly, unwilling to let go: "The power that can bring you hope."

Xin had witnessed time and again how vulnerable Anser was, revealing himself only to her, and she would no longer have even the slightest doubt about her own thoughts.

She whispered in Anser's ear so lovingly and peacefully: "I will definitely use this power to save you."

Anser held the Saint's arm and said with a chuckle:

"I look forward to it."

Passion and hope, that's what the devil wants.

But what he wanted was not for himself, but for Xin.

After the incident in Donggang, the Saint Lady seemed to be on the verge of madness. Although Ansher wanted to destroy the god in her heart, he never thought of letting her lose control.

After observing that Xin seemed to have an inexplicable strong resistance to ordinary comfort and kindness, Anser changed his current method to give Xin strong enough positive feedback.

…Although I don’t know why Xin’s taste has become so picky and difficult to satisfy, this “rescue” is enough to pull her back on track from her twisted jealousy.

As for the issue of favorability, Anser was not afraid of any accidents. After all, there were plenty of opportunities for it to drop in the process of destroying the gods, and it was no big deal if it was a little too high now.

The only thing to worry about is that Xin's threshold will be extremely raised because of this incident. If she falls into the morbid and out-of-control emotions of the past period of time again, more stimulating means will be needed to pull her back, and this kind of means... Anser does not have it yet.

But as long as you take Xin's emotions into consideration at all times, there will be no problem.

You are so lucky, Miss Saint.

The evil Hydra sighed in his heart. After all, think about Shetana and Ming Furo - having their emotions taken care of by Anther... How could they have received such good treatment during their training?

Hercules pointed the lightsaber at Murphy, who was completely dazed at the other end of the test site. At the moment when the blessing of the saint was manifested, he looked so high-spirited, like a hero who was holding the sword for the first time and officially embarking on a journey.

"Come again." He said word by word, "Or do you want to do it yourself?"

While saying this, Anser asked Xin softly, never forgetting to satisfy the desires of the Saint: "Do I look like a hero now, Miss Xin?"

Xin, with a misty look in his eyes, stroked the back of Anser's hand and whispered softly:

"You are the hero, Mr. Devil."

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After all, no life-and-death battle took place in the tower. Murphy quickly changed his expression and said that he would study Hercules' power in a reasonable way. At the same time, in order to make up for his previous rude attitude, he was willing to provide an extra half month of supplies. If Hercules stayed longer, he would be willing to give more supplies.

The priests who had completely regarded Hercules as a saint and a righteous man naturally could not agree to this, but were finally silenced by Mr. Hercules' firm response.

"It is precisely because I made unnecessary insistence and incorrect decisions that I was able to gain the favor and recognition of the Saint, so I will carry out this determination to the end."

Therefore, Lulis, unable to refute, could only lead the team away.

The clergy's heated dispute and Murphy's reaction were trivial matters not worth mentioning.

Hercules will need to stay in Ice Valley City for the next week to cooperate with Murphy's experiment, and this week is the golden period for Ansher to gradually get Miss Xin back on track.

But...his only great enemy can't just sit there and wait for death.

"He instantly became a transcendent who could kill a second-level puppet from an ordinary person with no qualifications. There was no process at all... He could even control this power perfectly. Not to mention being blown up, there was not even a sign of losing control."

In the messy study, Murphy was muttering like a madman, while flipping through all the books on the church and divine arts.

"This is impossible. This completely violates the basic laws of the ether. Is the church's divine arts... really a perfect system that completely surpasses the path to heaven?"

"If...if I can really figure out the secrets of the church from that living saint, then...hehe, hehehe..."

Just as Murphy chuckled nervously, a sharp pain in his head broke his fantasy.

"who!"

The man suddenly threw the book away and pointed his staff at the empty door in confusion.

"Calm down, Mr. Murphy... I'm here to talk to you. No, I'm here to talk to the Grand Duke of the Grey Tower and the Grand Princess."

A blurry and distorted figure slowly emerged, and even the voice was magnetized, and it seemed that he didn't want to leak any information.

"Pretend to be a ghost..."

Murphy's face was gloomy. The stabbing pain in his head just now seemed to be just a greeting from the other party. In other words... this guy was fully capable of killing him without him knowing.

But what kind of crazy talk was he talking about? The Duke of the Grey Tower, Ivora? Who did he think he was?

"I just asked you to bring a message." The mysterious man smiled, "The Scourge Wolf is already taming a large number of etheric monsters and preparing for a counterattack in the North."

"You should also know that if the stalemate continues, defeat is inevitable, right?"

He threw a communication magic crystal to Murphy: "This is a specially made communication magic crystal. It can be used normally even in the current Northland."

"In three days, you will have a chance to defeat Xitana Lancemalos. I will notify you one day in advance. Be prepared."

"You should answer my question first."

Knowing that he was no match for the other party, Murphy could only remain restrained and calm as much as possible: "Who are you? Who do you represent?"

The mysterious man's shadowy figure bowed slightly, as if saluting Murphy:

"All those who do not accept the absurd dictatorship of a tyrant."

While Murphy was watching the mysterious man disappear with an uncertain look on his face, Ansel, who was walking on the street, suddenly turned around and looked at the tall tower in the center of the city.

"What's wrong?" Xin asked curiously.

"Nothing, just...finally took the bait."

Anser smiled and patted Xin's head: "It's a good thing. Well... Actually, it may not be a good thing, because the time that Miss Xin and I spend alone may be shortened."

"But Mr. Devil and I always have a lot of time alone."

Xin whispered, "That can only be a good thing, Mr. Devil."

Looking at Xin, who was not moved by the words just now and was not affected by the head patting at all, Anser withdrew his hand after a brief silence and nodded.