The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Hydra swung his sword with some disgust, causing his head to roll to the side so that he could not look at the disgusting smile.

Then, he sighed softly and said, "Assistant... Miss Xin, I actually told Luo that I admire the person who first established the church and proposed the concept of assistant."

"I told her that what the assistant represents is not simply a balance between good and evil. It is not about maintaining the stability of a scale... You should know this better than me."

"..."

Xin wasn't quite sure, because she had realized that everything she had done could not escape the cycle of good and evil in human society, and did not exceed the ethical norms of human society - and this seemed to be what Anser had been trying to tell her.

But now, Ansher suddenly said, the assistant manager is not like that anymore?

“Even if you are now mired in sin and have accomplished nothing, as long as you cleanse yourself of sin and overcome difficulties, you can still change everything.”

"The Associate...is affirming the value of people."

The sword flashed, and another head rolled to the ground. As Hercules slaughtered mercilessly, some priests could no longer kneel. It was obvious that their fanaticism was far less than that of the young priest at the beginning.

Ansel, who calmly cut off the priest's head, was still seriously telling Xin his views on the assistant.

"That's where its value lies - to affirm the value of everything, so that even the most ordinary and humble people can believe that their existence has its meaning. As long as they work hard to change their negative side, a harmonious balance will come and they can be reborn."

"To remind those who have achieved success that they must be careful and focused, and not be infected by sins that are equal to their achievements, otherwise they will lose everything... This is good and valuable, right?"

The praise suddenly changed, and Hydra's voice began to carry a hint of teasing and ridicule.

"It's a pity. The most important thing is... someone can use such ideas in an honest way and in the right way."

Only some people have assistants, and the saint can redeem sins directly, skipping the stage of changing oneself...

While the concept is beautiful, the church seems to be using it in a very strange way.

Ansel believed that Xin was now aware of this abnormality, and he needed to replace the hero who was supposed to be tested with the saint.

Miss Xin, don't be afraid. I will definitely be much gentler than those desperate bishops.

only……

Xin didn't care what these fanatics wanted to do, nor did she consider what Anser wanted to use them to make her think clearly. She didn't get caught up in the speculation about faith and coordination at this moment, because compared to those things, Mr. Devil's heart was obviously more worthy of her immersion.

Mr. Devil, to you, is the value of memory more important than losing the memory itself?

Recalling Anser's mentality just now, as if he was measuring how much "chance of winning" the lost memory could bring, Xin couldn't help but think so.

Chapter 6: Each One's Pity (K)

"Mr. Hercules...why do you think we are wrong!"

Although the conversation with Xin was relaxed and pleasant, Hercules' actions did not pause at all. One fanatic after another fell under the dazzling and sacred sword. The heads that rolled to the ground had no blood on their cuts, but were smooth, neat, and exquisite, like works of art.

However, when almost one-third of the priests were executed, the remaining ones were unwilling to accept what they considered to be such a ridiculous death.

“We are upholding God’s majesty!”

Some people raised their weapons and tried to resist. Although there was a bit of fear in their faces, their expressions were mainly filled with anger... This meant that compared to death, they might care more about why Hercules wanted to kill them.

He even scolded her with some regret: "As a righteous man chosen by the Saint, don't you even understand this truth?"

In response, he was burst into a fierce and fiery glow.

Amid a buzzing sound that made the air tremble, the light that shot out from the tip of the sword directly evaporated the priest's entire neck above the neck. He was heartbroken about why the righteous people did not respect the gods in the previous second, and in the next second he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Don't you think they are pitiful, Miss Xin?"

Hercules' eyes were full of coldness, but Ansel's eyes were full of regret.

"They don't understand what they are pursuing, they just blindly worship the decrees of God, but even their God is created by others."

"...God is not shaped." Xin slightly broke away from his thoughts on Anser and responded softly, "God exists here, and the church only conveys God's will and voice."

Anser asked with interest: "So, Miss Xin has heard its voice?"

"That was a revelation, Mr. Devil."

Xin patiently explained: "God does not need to rely on words to convey messages. God's enlightenment will come during prayer or even at some inadvertent moment."

"And then you knew what you should do?"

"Yes."

The young Hydra wanted to laugh out loud, but after all, he was still in character, so he could only point the blade of the sword at the next person with an indifferent look, and asked in a cheerful and cheerful tone:

"So, what if the divine revelation they received was to ignore the lives of the civilians and attack this city?"

"This is not a revelation from God." Xin shook his head. "God will not—"

"Who told you that? Was it your God?"

The devil's voice suddenly became low and solemn, and the coldness and hatred directed at the fanatical priests seemed to be transferred to Xin.

His eyes slowly moved to Xin's face, and met those holy blue eyes that seemed to never have love or hate, sadness or joy.

"Miss Saint, since you said that anyone can receive God's enlightenment...then what basis do you have to judge that what they did was not instructed by God?"

"Because God...there is no need to do such a thing."

Xin stared into Anser's eyes earnestly, trying to find the undulating darkness in the deep sea blue.

Mr. Devil's mental state is getting worse and worse.

God never cares whether people respect him or not, so how could he send down divine revelation and let those priests attack the city just because he was so-called "invaded"? Mr. Devil...it was you who taught me these things, how could you forget them?

concern.

Anser saw Xin's worries...some of which were funny.

As expected, this is where you started from, and you thought you had found my weakness, right?

The abyss erodes... Of course, he is penetrated bit by bit by the irresistible chaos. His spirit and thoughts are gradually out of control and he becomes more and more emotional. Such an Ansir Hydra is indeed worrying, and even makes people feel that he is helpless and pitiful.

Xin witnessed the entire process of Anser's increasingly chaotic mental state, so it was natural for her to feel pity and sympathy for Anser now.

But... she thought she knew Anser well enough. This idea was too self-righteous. Before she had this idea, she should have realized one thing -

Ansir Hydra needs no care, let alone sympathy.

"What are you running from, Miss Xin?"

"..."

Xin saw Anser smile, as if the sudden cold emotion he had just shown seemed just an illusion.

It is impossible to control the emotions under the influence of erosion, but the devil smiles freely:

"Do you think I'm saying that God won't allow anyone to challenge its majesty? Do you really think I've reached this point of stupidity and confusion? You now... should be able to think about deeper issues."

It's you who is weak, not me, Miss Xin.

"God... doesn't care about trivial things, which means that if He reveals something, there must be a deeper purpose and reason."

"And for this reason..."

It was clearly Ansir Hydra himself, but at this moment he was like a character in a stage play, so abrupt, yet smoothly changing his outward emotions according to the script and rhythm. His eyes were once again filled with hatred, and every word he uttered seemed to be soaked in venom.

"God can trample on everything in the world, life, order, rules... everything must give way to its purpose, because it is an eternal existence above everything, and also because it... doesn't care."

"..."

Well, Ms. Xin, in your opinion, are these the chaotic words I uttered when I was corrupted, or are they disguises and lies meant to scare you and destroy you?

I know you can't tell, so your only choice is...

"These words are based on your non-existent assumptions, Mr. Devil." Xin did not answer Anser's words, but emphasized, "They did not accept divine revelation."

Escape, it turns out you can only escape, dear Miss Saint.

Ansel's words were indeed based on assumptions, and could even be said to be far-fetched, but he was not originally intending to state the facts, but only to express his views on God to Sin.

However, Ke Xin did not refute this point, but instead tried to deny this view with logical errors.

When the image of God is distorted or even degraded, a believer does not directly deny these "blasphemous words" from God's perspective, but instead tries to make such ideas "impossible to exist" through logical refutation. Isn't this enough to illustrate the problem?

——Xin didn't dare to face the point of view raised by Ansel. Even though the question was obviously extreme, she still didn't dare to face it. She was afraid that the moment she faced the problem, her mind that had been trained by the devil would uncontrollably think deeply about the truth that she didn't want to face.

But Anser would not let her escape, because compared to the church's brutal revelation that was almost equivalent to destroying Xin, Anser felt that he had always been gentle enough.

"So you think this is just them being stupid and taking it upon themselves."

"Yes, hasn't Mr. Devil seen it before?"

Xin behaved very normally. Even when talking about his ignorant and immature self in the past, he was calm and composed: "You have taught me a lesson. Why do you think that they were inspired by God to do this? What's more, God loves..."

"For God so loves the world, um...I remember you said this."

The devil smiled even more: "So, the God who loves the world, what exactly does it do——"

The howling sounds coming from the endless snow and wind on the other side of the city prevented Anser from finishing his words.

"You came just in time..."

Anser sighed and held the greatsword, which symbolized his righteousness, tightly in his hand.

"It's the enemy, Mr. Devil." Xin whispered in Anser's ear.

Hydra raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you have the concept of enemies in your eyes?"

"Because Mr. Devil has enemies."

Xin looked in the direction of the sword tip.

"So I have that too."

Anser was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Where did you learn this from?"

Xin tilted his head and looked at Anser strangely: "What to learn?"

"That's what you look like now."

"What do I look like now?"

Miss Saint was even more puzzled. She looked puzzled, as if she couldn't understand why Ansher would ask such a question.

"You're the one who made me like this, Mr. Devil." She answered so matter-of-factly.

"That's not what I meant... Never mind."

Ansher shook his head and walked forward slowly, with the blazing sword dragging on the ground, splashing out fierce sparks.

If you insist on indulging in such comfort, I won't be so cruel as to expose you, Miss Saint.

*

Although it looks like an ordinary stone chamber, it actually has eight kinds of spells stacked on top of each other in an extremely sophisticated way to obscure all perception. Even the most skilled sorcerer in spying and snooping cannot find this secret room. In the eyes of the extraordinary people of the empire, this method of spellcasting is no exaggeration to say that it is a miracle.

But for the bishops of the Holy Church of the United Nations, it is just a meeting room.

There were not many bishops in this conference room. Apart from Mu, who was barely well-known in the empire, there were two other bishops, one in black robes and the other in white robes. Ji did not appear.

"too fast."

Mu shook his head and sighed, his expression somewhat bitter.

"The Regent Prince's reaction was really quick... How did he find those fanatics and locate them immediately?"

"What do you mean? Has the Hercules he plays already run over there?" A bishop in a black robe asked solemnly.

"Not only have they just arrived, but all of the fanatics are already dead. If nothing unexpected happens... the people that Archduke Ironblade is going to send there will also be wiped out without a sound."

These words brought a brief silence among the bishops.

"How... is this possible?" Another white-robed bishop murmured in a low voice, "It is impossible for that witch to infiltrate the church. Even if she can find the target of His Royal Highness the Regent through a large-scale screening, it is absolutely impossible to be so efficient, unless-"

"Unless he had already set his sights on the fanatic we selected earlier."

The black-robed bishop's voice was a little hoarse: "Compared to this possibility, I would rather believe that the Shadow Witch found them by chance. No... it was His Royal Highness the Regent who happened to run into them."

If Anser had locked onto those fanatics earlier, no, even if Anser knew that they would place a group of fanatics in the North, it would be creepy enough.

This means that the unfathomable devil... may have seen through almost all of their arrangements in the North from the very beginning, and understood the purpose of each of their arrangements.

What makes people even more desperate is that it seems to be the case.

Because in the North, Anser Hydra didn't seem to have set up any intentional schemes, unlike Eastport, where he used various forces naturally and skillfully to achieve his goals. In the North, the Hercules he played seemed to just... let things take their own course.

Just go with the flow and make use of the existing situation.

But how could he know? How did he know? The bishops could not think of a reason no matter how hard they tried, and could only helplessly attribute everything to "coincidence."