The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The Grey Tower Duke suddenly attacked the Iron Blade Duke? What was his reason for doing so? Could it be that he had gone completely crazy because his experimental data and laboratory were swept away?

"He is... a despicable betrayer who has a history of betrayal."

Veins popped up on Trunk's neck. His intense anger even overwhelmed the physical pain, making his words clear: "This is how the alliance with the Leader was from the beginning. It was wavering, without a stance, without any conviction, and even without honor!"

"He discovered that the leader had launched an investigation into him. He knew that he could no longer hide his shameless and despicable deeds, so he wanted Ivora to... devour the leader!"

"A despicable existence like him should be burned to ashes in the endless flames!"

Oh...so that's how it is.

Hitana, stroking her chin, understood the situation - because the old man in the Gray Tower failed to convince Anther, he could only pin his hopes on Ivora. In addition, the bad things he had done before were already remembered by the Grand Duke of Iron Blade. So in order to give Ivora a better chance of defeating Anther, he simply took the initiative to kill the Grand Duke of Iron Blade and chop him into firewood for Ivora. Now that things have come to this, the Grand Duke of Iron Blade also wants to throw the old firewood of the Gray Tower to Ivora.

But if the two of them fight to the death, what does it have to do with their subordinates and civilians? If you two want to die, find a place to die quickly! Or just let Ivora burn you all!

Hitana was very unhappy when she got the answer, because even if she knew the source, she couldn't solve the problem quickly. It seemed that she would have to waste more time.

I know that the current state of the Northland is closely related to Ivora, but I still can't immediately break this guy's fantasy... It's all because of these idiot superhumans! If you don't care about mortals from the bottom of your heart, then don't live with them.

After witnessing the order created by Polynia and the crazy plan of the Grand Duke of the Grey Tower, Xitana always had such thoughts.

"It's time for you to... keep your promise, beast!"

Trunk raised his head: "Don't defile--"

Bang.

The shadow of the demon wolf directly pinched the body, and the ...

"There's this attitude of thinking you're doing something great again... You guys are really the same in essence."

"So, are you going to set out to stop this war, Lord Lance?"

"...Hmm? Ah, of course." Sitana came back to her senses and nodded, "I don't know where those two idiots are hiding now, so I can only use this stupid method... But it doesn't matter, I can still find Lina!"

The reason why Hitana was so cautious was that Iron Blade and Gray Tower could take the people as hostages at any time. Now that the fight between them has started, the people are already in a situation that couldn't get any worse. Then Hitana's monster army and those idiot nobles who just stood on the border and watched Hitana's performance and did nothing can attack without reservation.

If the situation wasn't so chaotic, there would definitely be a lot of things to take into account, and the time spent might be shorter than just pushing forward.

Hercules nodded slightly: "I will go too, war... hehe, war."

"A war that should not have happened, a suffering that should not have befallen anyone. This suffering was a gift from God that allowed me to gain the approval of the Saint..."

Xin's fingertips moved slightly.

He gazed into the distance shrouded in wind and snow, tightly gripping the shining sword in his hand. The surging hatred in his eyes was like a huge tide covering the sky.

"I'll face it and...end it."

Chapter 167: Lost Dream Part 3

How to describe a war involving a large number of extraordinary people?

It was a scene of chaos and violence that was almost impossible to describe in words. The torrents and collisions of the ether destroyed the original appearance of the world. The roar produced by the collision of blood and flesh seemed to ravage the entire earth. The extraordinary people wantonly wielded the great power that was above human common sense to fight each other.

At this time, the society and the world they live in seem so incompatible with their existence.

He can summon storms and lightning and communicate with all things in nature, but he still lives in a brick and stone house; he can tear wild beasts to pieces with his bare hands and split mountains and rocks with ease, but he still lives with the weak.

If someone could observe this war objectively and calmly, they would definitely have this question: How can these extraordinary beings still live together with mortals?

However, there were very few people who could watch this war calmly, and fortunately or unfortunately, Xin was one of them.

She can watch this war with absolute calmness and objectivity better than anyone else, but the slightly black humor is that she does not care about the deeper meaning of this war. She only cares about one person in this war and... the real reason why this war happened.

“Stop it right now!”

The shining Hercules was like the scorching sun, hanging high in the air with his sword slightly lowered. Once a spell was cast within a few hundred meters, it would be shattered by the feathers shot out from the light wings behind him, and the caster would also suffer heavy damage.

He rushed into the battlefield, and because the protection of civilians had to be his first priority, even for someone as powerful as the righteous man recognized by God, it took him at least half a day to weaken the forces of both sides to the point where they had to listen to him.

The besiegers in the Iron Blade Legion held their swords, axes and shields tightly in their hands, and the warlocks in the Skyfrost Tower secretly accumulated the ether that was unwilling to dissipate. Even though the roar of the righteous brought tremendous pressure, neither side showed any signs of backing down.

There must be a winner in this war, and neither side will accept a ceasefire.

So...how can we continue this war with that nosy madman in the sky?

The leader of the Iron Blade Legion's attack team and the leading warlock of the Skyfrost Tower exchanged glances for a moment.

The next moment, a burly giant raised his axe without any warning and ran wildly towards somewhere in the city. The purely powerful body of the fourth-level warrior crushed the road in an instant and crossed nearly one-fifth of the city. The air waves caused by his running were enough to shake the buildings to the point of cracks and even collapse them on the spot.

Hercules' expression suddenly changed, and his body turned into a stream of light and blocked the giant man's way, because if he rushed down again, he would crash straight into the area protected by the priests.

Just as he was about to strike back with his sword, the surging and violent ether, like a vicious beast with its bloody mouth opened, pounced on his back without warning!

Hercules, who was eager to save people, failed to react immediately and could only be hit hard amid the roar. The light wings behind him flickered, and the scattered light fragments seemed to be shattered. His body flew straight out, and the Iron Blade Warrior's clenched fist also came towards him at this moment!

The two sides in a life-and-death war had such a tacit understanding at this moment that they understood each other's intentions almost the moment their eyes met, and without hesitation used the most meaningless thing to them and to this war as bait.

The heavy fist wrapped in iron armor and vast ether stirred up a strong wind, and was about to crush Hercules' head in the next breath. As a bystander, Sin almost couldn't help but take the initiative to block the attack for Anther.

But she still chose to believe in the tacit understanding between herself and Anser. After one battle after another, and one cooperation after another, Xin was no longer just observing Anser's movements to coordinate the simulation. Instead, she was able to predict the next step after each of his movements, and even more movements.

As Hercules twisted his wrist, the slender and shining greatsword turned into sword flowers as flexibly and delicately as a rapier. The greatsword was obviously created by Xin in Anther's hands, and she had to figure out even its trajectory herself. But at this moment, it was no different from being wielded by Anther herself. The sharp and dazzling sword flowers burst out with dazzling and hot holy light, like molten iron in snow, easily crushing the entire forearm of the Iron Blade Warrior!

Hercules, who counterattacked, used the undissipated impact to brush past the giant. The light wings behind him suddenly flapped and he accelerated again. His figure turned into a bloody meteor and sank into the Iron Blade Legion.

The giant didn't even look back. He grabbed the giant axe with his other intact hand, several blue veins bulged on his forearm, and roared as he threw the axe towards the area where most of the civilians in the city gathered. The priests who had blocked the way in front of him had solemn or terrified expressions. They were not strong enough and basically had no chance of blocking this attack.

So the bloody meteor had to go back and forth. It had not even wreaked havoc in the Iron Blade Legion for two seconds before the strong energy it had forced itself to hold on to had to dissipate and return to take the blow.

sizzle--

A piercing sound rang out as the axe blade and the lightsaber collided. Hercules, with a cold expression, clenched the sword tightly in both hands, and with the last and most piercing scream, he forcibly cut the giant axe into two pieces. The remaining force of the sword energy was undiminished, and it slashed towards the burly man of the Iron Blade Legion with a brutal pressure that almost split the city into two!

If it was just this one blow, this powerful warrior who had also experienced many battles would be able to avoid it or even take it, but... this is not an arena, this is a battlefield.

The leader of the attacking team's pupils suddenly stretched to their limit, because the limbs he wanted to move were forcibly locked by magic at this moment. Under normal circumstances, he could break free from this kind of restraint with just a little effort, but even now it would only delay him for a second.

Unfortunately, in the realm of the extraordinary, one second is too long.

boom!

After the brilliant sword energy directly split the giant into two, it unexpectedly burst out with even greater and more ferocious power. Even the surrounding air seemed to carry countless killing auras split by it. Not only did it smash the roads along the way to reveal their foundations, it also completely annihilated the main force of the Iron Blade Legion.

"Huh...huh..."

Hercules, who had delivered the blow, half-knelt on the ground, breathing hard. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and pressed his glowing palm against his chest. His expression improved a little. It was obvious that the damage caused by the warlock's sneak attack just now should not be underestimated.

But compared to Anser's acting, this is nothing.

"Was there a moment when you felt that I wasn't acting, Miss Xin?"

The shock of the civilians who were suddenly attacked, the anger of being hurt after being plotted against, the coldness and calmness that spread under the anger, the killing move that broke out immediately, and the pain of being unable to bear the injury in the end... As a bystander, Xin must know better than anyone how natural Hercules' emotional changes and expressions are, making him look like not a fictional character at all, but a real person, the other side of the actor.

But obviously, he is a fictional character, because Ansir Hydra never looked so embarrassed.

Hercules is Hercules and Anther is Anther. The more clearly Xin realizes this, the easier it is for him to wake up from the fantasy of escaping reality.

But...she still seemed reluctant.

"But Mr. Devil is really injured." Xin stared at Anser with a gloomy look in his eyes. "If you are not pretending, how can this be considered acting?"

Anser looked at her in surprise: "Do you think this kind of 'injury' caused by an attack that might not even scratch my skin if I didn't weaken this body is a real injury?"

Although he had indeed been hit several times as a fragile fourth-order extraordinary being, how could this be considered an injury to Hydra? It could be called "an additional means to make the acting more realistic."

Of course, the priests who were unaware of the situation immediately rushed up to surround him, looking vigilantly at the warlock holding a staff standing on the high wall not far away.

"If there is such a big flaw, then don't come out to mess things up... Mr. Righteous."

The warlock sighed softly: "I am very grateful to you for helping me end this war, so as a piece of advice, I hope you can give up this meaningless thing. After all, not everyone is like me."

"Wouldn't everyone be like you, using their own people as bait, and joining the enemy who intends to destroy you, trying to kill me who is protecting your city and people?"

Hercules raised his head with difficulty and sneered sarcastically: "Then I am sure that not everyone is like you."

“No, no, no…” The warlock shook his head. “You are wrong, Sir Righteous Man. What I mean is that not everyone is like me, who can resist killing you and that savage just now.”

"You have to know that when you set your sights on him, as long as I want... I can let you catch up with him on the spot, or I can let him catch up with you immediately. It doesn't matter which order you follow."

But he didn't do that, so he felt he was kind enough.

After an unknown amount of silence, Hercules slowly stood up and stared at the warlock who was commanding the city guards to clean up the remaining Iron Blade Warriors. His voice was cold and indifferent:

"I don't care what you think of my actions. But don't you feel even a little bit of guilt for abandoning your own people? Have you always been so sincere that you don't care about the people you rule?"

"...If you put it that way, that's not the case."

The warlock stroked his chin seriously and said, "Perhaps you don't believe me, but I have always cared about them. It's just that at this time... when the war started, they were no longer in my mind. I also realized that they didn't seem to need to exist in my mind, so I didn't feel anything anymore."

"It just suddenly dawned on me that they really were useless. That's probably how it felt."

His tone was very casual, as if at a certain moment he found that his favorite toy no longer attracted him, but he didn't feel anything, that's all.

This guy is so evil that he has no bottom line. If Xitana were here, he would not have the chance to say the third sentence.

But at the same time, such bad people definitely cannot be everywhere. After all, there are priests who are willing to assist Anser and dare to risk their lives.

So, this time Hercules "coincidentally" met a very standard extremist, a very standard villain who could set off his heroism and urge him to take the right path.

"I don't mind if you take a good rest, but I still say that... if you still participate in this battle with the same idea as before, it will only cause you more pain."

After saying that, the warlock slowly went to clean up the remaining soldiers of the Iron Blade Legion, leaving only Hercules, the priests, and the vast majority of the subjects who were firmly protected in the area behind them.

Hercules looked back at the huge building that was protected by the priests' magic and sat down on the ground tiredly.

"Hey, Mr. Hercules? Are you okay?" His action startled the priests around him, "Is your injury still not healed?"

"No, I'm just... a little tired."

Hercules looked down at his palm and whispered softly:

"Why do you think this is happening? Wars and disasters keep happening one after another, with no end in sight."

The priests could hear the deep fatigue in his words. After looking at each other, the most senior priest, who was almost an old man, replied: "But you have the ability to end it, Mr. Hercules."

Hercules' performance, even without the halo of the saint, was enough to gain the trust and even worship of the priests. They were all willing to believe that Hercules was chosen by God and the saint, and was a righteous man who existed to save all innocent people in this war.

It was natural that the current difficult and harsh situation made him exhausted, but... he absolutely could not stop here. No matter how daunting the suffering he would have to endure next, Hercules, as the chosen one, had to move forward.

He has the qualifications.

"I... don't have such ability, priest."

Hercules' fingertips trembled slightly, and bits of light escaped from his palms: "Those were given to me by Her Excellency the Saint. I was just an ordinary person."

"How could that be!" The priests started to make noises. "With such talent, how could you be an ordinary person? You just haven't been discovered by the Saint before."

Hercules curled his lips and said, "So I should be thankful for this war? I should be thankful for the war that allowed the Saint to discover me? I should be thankful for the war that gave me a brand new life and made me no longer ordinary?"

"No...we don't mean that. We just want you to--"

"Hopefully I can keep going... I know."

Hercules stood up with difficulty. He refused the help of the priests and looked down at the brilliant sword in his hand that was shining again.

"I will continue to persevere. I don't mean to complain. I am just simply... sighing."

His gaze moved slowly, and to others it seemed as if he was looking into the distance, but in fact he was staring at the pure white figure wrapped in thorns in front of him.

"The price of being a hero is high."

The young man trudging through the quagmire of suffering sighed softly.

"I hope this isn't God's idea. God... wouldn't deliberately create so much suffering just to make me a hero, right?"

He stared at the pair of holy blue eyes that seemed a little gray, so tired, so sincere.

Xin had seen a similar look before, and she remembered it very clearly, in that hazy dream.

It’s just that the person in the dream is Ansir Hydra, the real one… Ansir Hydra.

So the look was neither tired nor sincere.

The only thing he could do was to drag her into the abyss, to infect and devour her... the boundless anger and hatred.

Chapter 5: Between Reality and Illusion (Part ) (K)

The apparently meaningless fight between the Grand Duke of Gray Tower and the Grand Duke of Iron Blade has been going on for ten days.

It’s not that Shetana doesn’t have the ability to end this war, but because protecting civilians is her top priority, she is more restricted than before.

During the previous confrontation, threatening the lives of the people was their last resort. Even in this stalemate and game, Shitana still had the upper hand, because if it really came to a life-and-death situation, the current Shitana Lancemalos would never completely surrender to the civilians.