The villain's way to tame the protagonist

After the Grand Duke of Grey Tower fulfilled his promise, the refugees who had not yet had time to wait for Marina to pick them up returned to the shelter. After all, the city lords and extraordinary people did not want to accept these refugees in the first place, and the territory under Polynia's control was already doing the best.

However, the priests still worked hard after taking them back. Hitana, who had entered several shelters, even saw that many priests were full of shame and could not face what they had done. Most of them just accepted the orders of the bishop and had no choice.

"It's just a small matter. I'll watch it."

Hitana responded readily. After all, if those radical priests really went into open war, the refugees and civilians would be the ones who would suffer. She would not bear to see those innocent people being caught up in the aftermath of the fight between the extraordinary people and dying inexplicably and meaninglessly.

Thinking of this, Hitana's mind unconsciously reappeared Polynia's sad but determined eyes and Dormer's cold and resolute words.

Her teacher wanted to isolate the mortals from the extraordinary so that they could live freely. After a hundred years of experience, the extraordinary scholars tried to abandon the mortals so that the extraordinary group could get rid of the shackles of social ethics and achieve complete sublimation.

No matter which side it is, Xitana doesn't think they are right, but...

But no matter which side they are on, they are revealing to Xitana the ultimate problem that seems unchangeable and unsolvable:

Do the extraordinary really need mortals? And how can mortals live with dignity in the extraordinary world?

This problem was too difficult for Hitana. She usually didn't think about it and always believed that Ansher could solve it. But everything revealed in the North and everything she experienced seemed to have been emphasizing this problem to her, forcing her to face this almost unsolvable dilemma.

The battle when she reached the fourth level was the moment when Hitana changed from being completely dependent on Anther to hoping that Anther could rely on her. Although she still inevitably acted according to Anther's will in major matters, she still uncontrollably produced her own subjective ideas, and it was difficult for her to convince herself to empty her mind and completely follow Anther's instructions.

What can I do to help Anser? What can I do to create a beautiful world that is ideal enough for Anser?

"Ron...Ron the Priest!"

The urgent shouts from afar brought Hitana back to her senses, but it seemed to have nothing to do with her. Thinking of this, Miss Wolf was about to step away, but the subsequent words forced her to stop again.

"Floating Light City and Bronze Thorn City have started a war! They suddenly started fighting! What should we do?"

……what?

Hitana and the priests present were all puzzled. She reopened the map, tilted her head and looked for a while, and soon locked onto the two territorial cities - they were adjacent to the shelter, no more than ten kilometers away.

These two territories, one belongs to the Grand Duke of Grey Tower and the other belongs to the Grand Duke of Iron Blade. Why would they start fighting for no apparent reason?

"This...what on earth is——"

Pastor Ron hadn't reacted yet, and his expression suddenly changed, as if he had received some communication message.

"Fasilan? Why did you contact me suddenly? Are you...alright? You won't take any more risks? Really? You're not lying to me... Has the war really already started?"

Ron let out a long sigh and looked at Xitana with a little relief: "Lord Lance, Faslan seems to have calmed down and has no intention of attacking the Iron Blade Duke's territory again."

"Hmm...oh? I see."

Xitana didn't think too much about it. After all, the mess in the church had nothing to do with her. But this way, she had one less reason to go to the shelter, and now... there was something more attractive to her attention.

Why did the old man and the tin can man fight? An internal conflict? It seems like they never get along well...

That's right! The old man quietly brought the refugees to him just to threaten me, and he also said that he wanted Anser and Ivora to reconcile. Most likely, he can't hide it! But will Ivora watch the two of them fighting each other? It's hard to say... Ivora is mentally abnormal, and he became even more abnormal after Anser turned him into Cat Vola.

Hitana, who was originally worried about how to launch an attack, suddenly found a way forward. If the Grand Duke of Gray Tower and the Grand Duke of Iron Blade attacked each other or even fought each other at this time... wouldn't this be the best opportunity!

"I'm going to go over there and take a look. Take care of yourselves and don't run around."

After saying this, Miss Wolf, with her blood boiling, disappeared instantly. She saw the dawn of victory. She could also end this war with one final blow like Ming Furo!

As for the radical priests and fanatics... although it is necessary to go, there are obviously better options now, so let's put it aside for the time being.

After Xitana left, the relief on Priest Ron's face disappeared little by little.

"Reverend Ron, just now...Reverend Faslan contacted you and said that he was not going to attack?"

A priest beside Ron asked in disbelief, "Is this true? That's impossible. According to Faslan's character, it would be difficult for him to just hold back. How could he just give up——"

"It's indeed not Faslan, it's... Bishop Mu."

Ron's expression was a little complicated: "Bishop Mu told me that it's best not to let Lord Lance go to Faslan. He said... it's too late."

"It's... late? What do you mean by late? Could it be that Faslan -"

The priests began to make a commotion in panic, but Ron, who was the person in charge and aware of more things, no longer had the heart to think about what was happening on Faslan's side.

Simply saying that Faslan gave up the attack would certainly not be enough to completely divert Shitana's attention, because she had chosen that shelter for a certain purpose. Ensuring the safety of refugees and civilians was just a side job for Shitana, and Ron could certainly see that.

So at this moment, a conflict suddenly broke out between the men of Grand Duke Grey Tower and Grand Duke Iron Blade, which naturally... diverted Shitana's attention.

Was this the work of the bishops? And why did they do this?

Ron didn't know, he only knew that the only thing he could do now was to pray to God.

God... please forgive my powerlessness and weakness. Please protect Lord Lance and His Royal Highness the Regent so that they can end this unjust war as soon as possible.

*

"Why is Mr. Devil's goal always so clear?"

Xin followed Anser in the snow with some curiosity: "It seems that he always knows when to be where and what to do."

"Because I am God's righteous man." Anser responded with a smile, "Isn't it normal to have such preferential treatment?"

Hearing this, the Saint Lady warned in a serious tone, "No, Mr. Devil, the help that he received as a righteous man should be from me. Please don't make such jokes again, Mr. Devil."

"Okay, okay... I won't joke with God casually."

"You can't joke about my help to Mr. Devil."

She gently put her arms around Anser's neck and said frankly without any twisting of her voice: "I will be sad, Mr. Devil."

"You really..."

Ansel laughed in silence. Although it was an escape, Xin was quite cute like this. No matter whether it was the self-righteous salvation that was simply for the fulfillment of the mission, or the pathological and twisted redemption caused by loss of control, they were far less likable than the current Xin.

More mature and more natural... Well, after all, if I can't do this, I will never be able to deceive myself. To some extent, it does come from the heart.

Although it would be best if it broke, this isn't bad either... But this state won't last long, it will probably break eventually, so it'll be better if it can get some help.

There is no sign of erosion, but this idea comes completely from a eroded mindset.

——Because Anser did this not out of pity or sympathy, but to make his next sworn brother, his next loyal servant more to his liking, nothing more.

He stepped on a piece of snow, looked down at the outline of the city not far away, and the dazzling light exploding above the city, and said with a chuckle:

"If I have to explain why my goal is so clear... it's still that simple reason."

He stretched out his hand, covering the city in his sight, and grasped all the roaring spells and turbulent ether in his hand.

"It's not that I'm so powerful or so smart, I just know a little more."

Chapter 5.5: Lost Dreams, Part (K)

The roars and howls that echoed in the howling wind and snow, as well as the roars of spells that shook the sky, brought a different kind of "life" to this dead land.

Trunk is the deputy captain of the Iron Blade Legion's third vanguard unit. He has been on the battlefield for a long time, and the gap between him and ordinary extraordinary people in terms of life and death fighting is unimaginable.

There was no turmoil or struggle in the empire ruled by the emperor, so there shouldn't be any so-called "legion" in theory. However, the Iron Blade Family has been passed down in the form of a legion since the Tower of Eternal Flame was established five hundred years ago, and it has continued to this day.

Over the past five hundred years, more than a dozen Grand Dukes came to the North and chose to leave. Only the Iron Blade Family has been stationed in this bitter and cold land that is like a place of exile for generations and has never left. Domer Grey Tower is the Grand Duke who has been stationed in the North for the longest time besides the Iron Blade Family.

Trunk had heard many times from his family elders about the great feats of their ancestors in opening up the North more than 500 years ago. They reclaimed fields and built city walls on this harsh land that refused to allow humans to come. The footprints of the empire spread to every corner of the North. Whenever he thought of that magnificent history of development, Trunk, who was almost forty years old, would still feel excited.

That is the reason why the Iron Blade Family can exist as a legion. It is the proof and glory of their victory over the irresistible nature by slaying monster after monster.

So even now, the form of the legion has no meaning, but successive Iron Blade Grand Dukes still maintain its existence. Coupled with more than 500 years of defending the north, the territory under the command of the Iron Blade Grand Duke has a much closer connection than that of other grand dukes, and the same is true for his followers.

"The heroic spirits of our ancestors give us glory!"

Wearing heavy armor and a huge helmet with horns, Trunk roared and charged forward with his 2.6-meter-tall body like a giant beast, colliding with the protective shield of Floating Light City with a loud bang amid the shaking of the earth.

The Iron Blade Warriors behind him also shouted the ancient language of the North and charged together despite the spells pouring down from the city walls. In the pioneering era, their ancestors used this method to crush the monsters born from the earth veins, occupy the best areas, and use pure force to force the ether monsters to change their birthplaces.

"Butler!"

There were angry shouts from the city wall: "Don't you want Tongjing City anymore? My magic has locked onto it. If you don't come back to defend it, I will blow your entire city and its inhabitants into pieces!"

Trunk crushed the icy currents that were entangled on the ground with one foot, and there was no expression on his face under the half helmet with horns. He raised the axe high, and the brown-red axe blade emitted a cold iron light.

"Those who betray must pay the price."

The deep and hoarse voice of Trunk Butler echoed in the roaring battlefield: "Domer Grey Tower... a despicable and shameless traitor. The leader will not let him escape this time."

boom!

The giant axe chopped down heavily and hit the crumbling protective shield of Floating Light City. At the moment when the axe blade collided with the shield, time seemed to freeze.

The next moment, the wind and snow within a radius of hundreds of meters were completely cleared away by the extremely violent impact. The turbulent air waves even shook off the thick snow on the ground. It looked like the earth was directly lifted up. Even some of the soldiers who were rushing forward behind Trunk almost fell on the way to charge.

Fine cracks appeared under the axe blade, and Trunk's roar drowned out the sound of the city's protective shield shattering. He punched the iron block on the back of the axe, embedding the rough and brutal axe into the shield. Seeing such a fierce and heroic scene, the other Iron Blade Warriors ignored the spells that could obviously penetrate the armor and severely injure the flesh, and madly dealt the final blow to the shield of Floating Light City.

The fearless warriors, the unwavering will, the courage to face death... Putting aside other factors, just looking at such a scene, the charge launched by Trunk and his soldiers is indeed moving.

But the question is, are they doing something glorious and just? Yes, in their opinion, it is indeed a glorious and great act.

"Fuck... these crazy barbarians!"

Zalar is an associate professor at the Sky Frost Tower. He only needs to completely complete the project he is currently working on in order to have a great chance of being evaluated as a professor this year. To this end, he is willing to give up the perfect research environment inside the Sky Frost Tower and actively accept the task of garrisoning the city. Every day he has to face these mentally handicapped idiots, brain-damaged psychopaths, and a large number of incompletely evolved, extremely eyesores.

Sometimes he really sympathized with his colleagues who were responsible for studying the connection between mortals and extraordinary talents. Zalar felt sick at the thought of dissecting open a brain that looked like a crudely made, cheap handicraft and carefully disassembling and studying the inferior and lowly operating principles.

But what made him even more sick was the group of beasts below him that had no brains and acted entirely on spinal reflexes.

He looked toward the expanding purple-black ether mass in the distant sky, and clenched the staff in his hand with a gloomy expression.

Zalar specializes in the element of [destruction]. Without a powerful warlock stationed in Bronzethorn City, it is absolutely impossible to block his attack. However, after releasing this powerful spell, he may not have enough time to restore the ether. Trunk is about to attack the city. If he fails to recover in the first time, the madman will definitely chop off his head.

"I'll give you one last chance, Butler!" Veins popped out on the back of Zalal's hand. "Raylen Ironblade won't allow a loser like you to live while watching your own city being destroyed! Now... get out of my territory!"

The Berserker who was chopping his axe into the shield ignored it. He even stretched out a hand and tried to penetrate the shield that was emitting fierce lightning little by little. He actually wanted to force his way through!

Zalar's fear and anger reached their peak. He didn't expect that Trunk really didn't care about the destruction of Bronzethorn City at all. Could this really be the instruction of Raylan Iron Blade? Are they really going to go to war with the principal?

That being the case...

After estimating the amount of ether, Zaral slammed his staff heavily to the ground, and the purple-black sun in the distant sky, which symbolized destruction, expanded to its limit at the same time, and then fell towards the Bronze Thorn City which was covered by the boundless wind and snow.

At worst, we can just trade one city for another. Floating Light City has set up many large spells. If the Warlock Tower is used for secondary explosion, at least 70% to 80% of the crazy people in Iron Blade can be killed.

And what about Trunk? He was looking up, calculating the distance between him and Zalal. He held the axe tightly and took a deep breath. His muscles, which had already swelled like a block, expanded again, even holding up the heavy armor.

With just one leap and three breaths, I can chop off this guy's head, allowing me to become the pioneer in starting the leader's battle of revenge!

Zalar stared at the destruction he was about to bring down as a warlock, and Trunk stared at the spoils he was about to harvest as a warrior. Both of them had nothing else in their eyes at this moment, not only because they did not need to care about those meaningless things, but also because...

Their horizons only extend to this extent.

The detonation technique requires about seven seconds of pre-activation, which should be enough time.

Zalar's pupils shrank to the limit as the light bloomed in his eyes.

The purple-black ether ball that should have exploded in his eyes like a falling sun was cut apart.

The dazzling sword light seemed to split even the sky apart, slicing the endless snow and layers of dark clouds into pieces. It first easily shattered the most powerful spell he could use, and then, with its devastating power that could destroy the world, it continued to bombard him with undiminished force!

At the same time, two-thirds of his body had already entered the protective shield. Just as Trunk stomped his foot on the ground and was about to soar into the sky, his eyes suddenly went dark.

He heard a shattering sound, the sound of the Floating Light City's shield shattering. The extremely piercing shattering sound occurred almost at the moment before his vision went completely black.

The warrior's thoughts froze for a moment - his subordinates were all powerful warriors, but he didn't think that the warriors could completely break the shield set up by Zalar so quickly, so what exactly happened?

Unfortunately, he was destined not to get the answer, and his thoughts could only stay at this moment.

Because the red and black tyrant descended from the sky.

Boom boom boom boom—!

As long as you stand high in the sky, you can see that the flying snow and the diffuse smoke and dust outline a straight line of at least a thousand meters in less than two seconds.

Trunk Butler, a fourth-level extraordinary warrior, wearing a powerful enchanted armor, who had killed dozens of powerful etheric monsters, was a warrior who was entrusted by Raylan Iron Blade to guard a place. At this moment, he was pressed into the ground with a continuous roar, and was crushed like a dead dog from the shield of Floating Light City to the corner of the wall of Copper Thorn City. Anyone on this path... no, even if the Iron Blade warriors were touched by the wind and waves on this path, they would have their limbs broken. If they were unlucky enough to be blocked in the middle of this path, they would be smashed into a bloody mist alive.

"I've had enough of you idiots."

The wolf with flying white hair kicked Trunk's head, which was sticking out from the city wall, back with an expressionless kick. The terrifying murderous intent and raging rage rose into the sky, looking so glaring and ferocious in the eyes of a certain saint.

"It feels great to not care about other people's life or death, right?"

Xitana reached out and pulled Trunk's head out again, holding his neck tightly, and then slammed him into the rubble of the city wall again and again:

"They are waiting for you, go save them!"

Of course, Hitana did not expect the nobles and extraordinary people to do things sincerely for the common people, but no matter how much she did not expect it, she felt that, at least in the most basic aspects, no matter how bad these guys were, they would not completely abandon the common people.

It's not that she still has any illusions about this group of people, but because she has been to the Western Country, she knows that the extraordinary people who are bound by the imperial order are different. Just as Ansel said, they live in a world built by humans. Even if they are separated from the secular world, they will still be affected to some extent on the psychological level.

But whether it was Trunk or Zalal, they didn't seem to care. No... from the very beginning, they didn't take the civilians who made up the main body of the city into consideration.

"If you like to go crazy, then find a place where only you extraordinary people are and fight to the death!"