The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Anther Hydra is always Anther Hydra. He will not be different because of the loss of a small part of his memory."

He forced Xin to look him in the eye, not disguising the strong aggression in his eyes: "Why do you think I chose to agree to blur that memory? Because even if I forget it, as long as I realize that I have 'forgotten', I can infer what I have forgotten."

No matter which period Anser is in, he will never do anything to dig a hole for himself. With the experience of Ming Fuluo, he will not let such a "foreshadowing" be buried casually, pretending it does not exist, and then postpone it to a moment when it cannot be countered and wait for it to be detonated. Whether it is the Anser in the dream or the Anser now, they must have such a consensus.

In other words, if he chooses to forget in the dream, it means that Anser firmly believes that he can recover the content of the dream in a very short time.

Xin Sheng's cyan eyes were calm: "I know that Mr. Devil has always been very powerful."

"You're not playing dumb now?"

Miss Saint ignored this little teasing and continued to ask seriously: "Mr. Devil also thinks he is very powerful, right?"

Normally, this kind of talk would sound like sarcasm, but Xin acted very seriously, as if he was simply looking for an answer.

Of course, Anser has absolute confidence in his own strength.

The road to fight against fate is painful and difficult, and the small and fragile will is shattered by the thunder that explodes in silence by the Supreme Being.

Panic, confusion, terror... becoming a slave to fear is equivalent to being defeated by fate. Anser has tasted too much bitterness from fearing fate, and he still cannot get over the greatest bitterness today. Therefore, his will has long been colder and harder than the eternal frozen soil that has solidified in the North for hundreds of thousands of years. He will never lose that confidence, the confidence that he will surely defeat fate, which has allowed him to reach where he is today.

It's not like Shetana who unconditionally recognizes her own strength, nor is it like Ming Furo who has the ability to take everything for granted... It has nothing to do with strength and talent, but only with such self-confidence can one be qualified to gamble with fate.

"If I didn't think I was good enough, you might not see me, Miss Xin."

Anser let go of Xin's hand and turned back into the gentle and easy-going Regent Prince: "I also have the power to match such confidence, don't I?"

His tone was relaxed, because from Sin's slightly abnormal second question, Anser captured a very important message.

Confidence…Sin cares a lot about the confidence I show.

People don't care about common things. Anser has always been very confident in front of Xin. Oh, no, she showed a little bit of false weakness in Donggang, and Xin took it seriously. However, after the incident in Donggang, she realized that it was fake... In general, Anser's confidence should have been very common to Xin and not worth asking about.

But she asked this, which means...

Do you think I am inherently weak, Xin?

Only if Xin feels that Ansel is actually weak will she specifically ask Ansel if he thinks he is strong enough.

In other words, Ansel in the dream made Xin think that "Mr. Devil is actually weak". It was not just a thought, but made her firmly determine this idea.

It's a bit too simple...

As they got closer and closer to the city in the snow, Anser shook his head in amusement. It seemed that he didn't need to spend too much time to figure out what happened in the dream.

It was impossible for Ansher to appear weak in that dream. The answer was obvious... He once again gave Xin the illusion that he was weak. Although it was unknown how he did it in the dream, considering the particularity of the soul dream, it would not be difficult to deceive the Saint Lady again.

As for the reason for deceiving Xin, it was nothing more than preparing for the final and complete capture.

The interference that the Grand Duke of Gray Tower made with Xin in the Skyfrost Tower should have been effective. Xin relied on him to temporarily suppress the fear of the collapse of his faith, but this fear would completely erupt with the final blow of the church... Although Anser did not know why the church chose to reveal the truth to Xin early at this time.

They should be very clear about Xin's current psychological condition. Anser believed that the church did not dare to let Xin, who doubted faith and gods too early, face the truth, so he forced Xin to re-understand the nature of God, the assistant, and the church in Donggang, and forcibly accelerated this process.

But what was unexpected was that... they seemed to disregard Xin's reason and self-esteem and forcefully revealed the true nature of the church to Xin in order to push her to awaken.

What is the reason for those arrogant and foolish people to do this?

"We are at the city gate, Mr. Devil."

Xin's voice interrupted Anser's thoughts. Hydra looked at the tightly blocked city gate, then turned to look at Xin and stretched out his hand to her.

"You'll give me strength, won't you, Xin."

As always, he sought Sin's power so sincerely and frankly - as Hercules.

The saint lowered her eyes and whispered her agreement, just as she had promised the devil, but it was definitely not for the false Hercules.

"Yes, Mr. Devil."

There is always only Mr. Devil in her eyes.

Thus, a holy and flawless glow bloomed in the hands of the devil who was spurned by the world. The moment he held the glorious sword, the casualness in Ansher's eyes instantly transformed into the integrity of Hercules. He was always able to get into the role at the first time.

Athena's journey to the north has not yet ended, so Hercules' story naturally has not yet come to an end. After being aroused by Polynia's interest in ether isolation and the deeper topic of order, and being "taught a lesson" by Dormer Gray Tower in the Skyfrost Tower, who thought he was doing the right thing but was going in the opposite direction of Polynia... What will Hercules choose to do?

The answer is simple, the same as Sitana.

Or maybe... Is Xitana the same as him?

The pure and surging divine aura quickly attracted the people in the city. A priest stood on the top of the city wall and looked down. He asked loudly with caution and curiosity:

"Hello, which priest are you?"

"Not the priest, but Hercules."

The priest who stuck his head out from the city wall was stunned for a few seconds, then immediately went back in. In less than half a minute, several streams of light flew out from the city and landed outside the city wall, standing not far in front of Hercules.

They looked at the young man standing in the snow, holding a shining sword, their eyes filled with excitement, and the pure and flawless sacred aura emanating from Hercules made them almost cry.

"You are Mr. Hercules... Oh my God, this power, this is such a holy breath, this is... the righteous man recognized by the saint!"

These devout priests placed their middle and ring fingers on their foreheads, bowed their heads slightly, and performed the church sacrament to Hercules.

"Please forgive our slowness for not being able to greet you the first time."

They all made way for Anser to enter the city. The fanaticism in the eyes of these priests was something that most people would not be able to bear.

Whether it is a saint or a righteous man, they all have a lofty status in the church's scriptures and are absolutely great in their eyes. For believers, it is indeed normal to maintain such warm and sincere emotions for the things they believe in, but to bystanders, it gives people a very unnatural and even somewhat...creepy feeling.

The priests here are different from the priests in the previous shelter.

Hercules naturally noticed this abnormality. After all, this location was carefully selected by him. However, after entering the role, what Ansel did had nothing to do with Hercules.

He did not rush into the city, but frowned and asked: "This is not the refuge you built, but the city under the command of the Grand Duke."

The priests were stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, the young priest in the lead explained, "Yes, this was originally the territory of a viscount named Crystal Diamond under Grand Duke Iron Blade... Ah, it's not easy to talk in the snow. Let's go in first, Mr. Hercules."

The young priest quickly skipped over the previous topic and greeted Hercules with great enthusiasm: "Please let us entertain you, the righteous man!"

Hercules stared at him for a while, then put away the shining sword in his hand and walked forward expressionlessly.

His actions quickly made the priests excited again, as if they had received recognition from their admirers. After Hercules turned into a stream of light and entered the city, the priests followed and landed on the streets in the city.

There is no doubt that the streets are desolate and deserted, without any life at all, but even if the territory where Polynia is located is deserted, there are still signs of human activities. But in this territory... it seems as if there is no living person at all.

Before Hercules could ask what was going on, the leading young priest straightened his chest and took the initiative to explain: "Although the bishop and priests only asked us to defend the sanctuary and protect the safety of the refugees and believers, but... you know, Mr. Hercules, the thugs will not give up their attack just because we give in."

His tone darkened. “Even if we just want to protect the people favored by God, this group of criminals who are destined to be despised by God and fall into the endless abyss will still try to threaten the lives of refugees again and again, even though it makes no sense to them at all.”

The young priest began to gnash his teeth and said, "They are insulting the greatness and majesty of God again and again! I will never allow this to happen!"

The other priests who followed Hercules were also very excited. Most of them were young people, and even the oldest one did not look like he had reached middle age yet.

"So you attacked this city and occupied it." Hercules' tone was calm.

"That's right! We have executed all those lunatics who have tarnished the glory of God and blasphemed His greatness. Not a single one will be spared!"

"So, what about the civilians in the city?"

The young priest was stunned: "What?"

"I ask you……"

Hercules stopped, and the light in his hand gradually condensed into the shape of a greatsword.

He seemed to be asking the young priest, but also seemed to be asking the silent saint.

"Do you think they are a meaningless burden?"

Chapter 162: Each One's Own Rhythm

"No, no, you may have misunderstood something, Mr. Hercules."

The young priest hurriedly explained: "We didn't do anything to the civilians in this city. We are only targeting those lunatics who have repeatedly violated the majesty of God."

"So where are they now?"

"..."

The buildings in the city were not damaged, which meant that no fighting took place in the city and the civilians were not destroyed by the aftermath of the fight between the extraordinary people, so their disappearance out of thin air was obviously done deliberately by someone.

According to this line of thought... their ending is probably not very optimistic.

After enduring Hercules' increasingly cold gaze for about half a minute, the young priest lowered his head slightly and spoke slowly:

"We... drove them into the shelter."

Drive away, this word is used very badly, enough to reflect the priests' hostility towards those innocent northern civilians.

If it were Xitana, she would have grabbed his head and pulled him up from the ground by now, but the calmer Hercules still suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice: "Why do you force them to go to the shelter? Since we have captured this city, shouldn't we take the refugees from the shelter?"

"Because it's dangerous, Mr. Hercules."

"It is difficult for those poor people who are sheltered to safely pass through the snowstorm. More importantly, we want to use this city as bait to kill all the lunatics' accomplices and accomplices, so they cannot be placed here."

The priest looked so sincere and earnest, as if he was thinking about the civilians who had suffered such an unprovoked disaster. "That's why we drove them to the shelter. After all, if the war breaks out, those civilians won't be able to survive."

They predicted that Grand Duke Iron Blade would retaliate against the church's seizure of the city, so they chose to turn this empty city into a trap to lure and kill the extraordinary people under Grand Duke Iron Blade. So in their opinion, forcing those civilians away was completely out of kindness.

But is this true? It is very difficult to evacuate civilians in this huge cold disaster. Even Marina needs a lot of manpower and material resources from the nobles to ensure the safe evacuation of refugees. It needs matching alchemical equipment, sorcerers engaged in related research, and a lot of resource support... Without these things, the huge refugee team can't walk 50 meters in the wind and snow. And the civilians in this city are naturally impossible to evacuate easily.

These priests also do not have the ability to fully guarantee that they can leave safely. How many of the civilians who were "driven" to the shelter and inexplicably became refugees can actually reach the shelter alive?

boom--!

Sword beams tens of meters high rumbled in the city. On the side of the young priest, a huge gully extended from his hand to the end of the street, like a punishment bestowed by the gods in anger.

Hercules' violence precedes his words and speaks for his anger at the moment.

"So... they can survive the snowstorm!"

Faced with such an irresistible force, faced with such a shocking question, this group of young priests... not one of them showed any fear. Instead, they stared blankly at the shining sword in Hercules' hand, their eyes full of obsession.

"This is... the power of God. Ah... God, do you disapprove of my actions?"

The leading young priest knelt in front of Hercules without hesitation. He raised his chin, allowing the holy sword to behead him with one blow. The piety on his face was so deep and unwavering.

"Mr. Hercules, if you are punishing me on behalf of God, please punish me and cleanse me of my sins!"

His voice even sounded passionate and fanatical. In front of the righteous man who was closer to God, his original plan seemed unimportant. Even his own life was unimportant. This made it even more obvious how innocent and pathetic those civilians who were forced to leave the city were.

Because the driving force behind this group of priests is neither to protect refugees nor even to fight to the death, but purely to maintain their faith in God.

Faith, this is something Anser had discussed with Xin many times in Donggang. In this regard, Xin no longer needed to change anything. Xin knew better than anyone how indifferent her worship of God had become.

This time, Hercules faced this group of mentally ill fanatics directly, obviously not to bring up the past.

The tip of the sword slowly came down on the young priest's throat, and Hercules looked down at him, seeming to feel sorry for him.

But Ansel under the mask just wanted to laugh.

"Ms. Xin, how many people like this do you think there are in the church?"

"a lot of."

As expected, Xin acted very calmly: "They are all blind people who fail to truly understand God's will and just act recklessly according to their own imaginations... No matter how hard the church tries, such people will always exist and cannot be eradicated."

At this point, she paused for a moment and said, "I was this kind of person before, but I was more rational than them. It was Mr. Devil who made me realize that overly fanatical beliefs are meaningless and God doesn't care. So now, I am completely different from them."

A church that has ruled another continent for more than 800 years cannot be without fanatical believers. Rather than saying that these priests are too abnormal, it is better to say that the priests Hercules and Athena had met before were normal to the point of being abnormal.

If this is the case, it means that the priests and clergy who have been holding out in the north and sheltering a large number of refugees must have been strictly screened. After all, only priests who are calm, strong, and compassionate enough can stick to their original intentions in this bitter and permafrost disaster and do everything they can to protect the safety of the refugees.

Therefore, the appearance of this group of priests whose painting styles are incompatible with those of the priests is very intriguing.

It just so happened that there was such a group of restless, young fanatics, and they just happened to appear on the scene after suffering setbacks at the hands of the Grand Duke of Grey Tower.

Just like the heroes in the storybooks, if you want to grow, you must experience events and conflicts that are shocking enough.

It’s just that in the original script, there is no hero named Hercules. Even if he is just a fictional character forced into the theater by the devil playwright, he can always accurately lock in every dramatic conflict.

"It's really... regrettable."

Anser sighed softly: "There are things more worthy of dedication, but they are chasing after illusory beliefs. If they can use such enthusiasm and piety in other fields, they will definitely achieve great success."

With such emotion, Ansher slowly stabbed the tip of the sword into the young priest's throat. His flesh began to melt, but there was no trace of pain on his face.

"You know what I mean by something more worthwhile to devote yourself to, Miss Xin?"

The devil asked softly, observing the fanatic's morbid appearance as he devoutly accepted the punishment.

Xin thought for a moment, tilted his head and answered, "Is it... the assistant manager?"

"As expected of Miss Xin, you are very perceptive."

The slender sword pierced directly through the young priest's throat, but his face was always filled with an extremely pious and happy smile.