The villain's way to tame the protagonist

She will use the most brutal means to kill every enemy she can sense, and her wolf pack will tear out a river of blood across the north.

The Gray Tower and Iron Blade were probably afraid that Hitana would be stressed to such an extent, so they never destroyed the entire city from beginning to end.

But now it is different. To all those who are not in the know, this war will always be a contest between Anther and Ivora in essence. Dormer, who was completely denied by Anther, can only place his hopes on Ivora. And Leiren, who has been incompatible with him because of the first betrayal, will no longer allow the sinister old man to survive.

"Don't you find it ironic, Miss Xin?"

Anser stood on the city wall, looking down at the busy priests and nuns below.

The church also made a lot of efforts in this war. As for whether those bishops were atonement for sending away the refugees before, or they thought they had found a way to please Anser, or they had other purposes... most of the clergy who devoted themselves to the battlefield could not understand, but fortunately, compared to sending refugees into danger, stopping the war and saving civilians was at least the right thing to do.

As a hero and righteous man who is now within their reach and whose prestige is growing, Mr. Anser has no feelings about the scene before him. If there is anything to say... it is probably what he calls "irony".

"From East Harbor to Northland, the so-called war between Ivora and I has always been like a child's play. The Revolutionary Army has been manipulated and played with from beginning to end, and the Grand Duke's coalition also has its own ulterior motives... In the end, it is the civil war between them that looks the most like a war."

"Slaughter, plunder, and plunder everything from the enemy." He leaned his elbows on the wall and sighed softly, "The most primitive purpose, the most absolute violence."

The devil held up his face with one hand and tilted his head slightly: "Compared to the meaningless fights caused by various beliefs and principles before, such a pure war is really... well, eye-opening."

The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, as if he was admiring the hells in the distance.

Xin subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch the back of Mr. Devil's hand, trying to calm him down, but he forcibly suppressed the impulse.

because……

"Ah, that's boring."

Anser turned around and glanced at Xin with some displeasure: "Don't you think it's abnormal for me to say those words just now? Miss Xin, this is a dereliction of duty."

"...Mr. Devil's lies can no longer fool me." Xin instinctively raised his hands and put them behind his back, lowering his eyes and answering.

"Well...if that's the case, that would be great."

Anser smiled. No matter whether Xin was just pretending or not, the fact that she could tell to a certain extent whether he was really out of control or pretending meant that she had already recognized the reality to a certain extent, but her degree of acceptance was not high.

In that case...on the other hand, it's time to speed up.

The righteous man of the church looked down at the chaotic city below. From time to time, he showed a thoughtful or compassionate expression, which filled the priests who happened to catch a glimpse of his expression with faith and motivation.

The story of Hercules spread more and more widely within the church... His determination, his struggle, and his persistence made it so that no one in the church doubted his qualifications to become a righteous man and be chosen by God and the Saint.

Mr. Hercules must be the one sent by God to the world to save these innocent people who are suffering.

is that so?

Xin followed Anser's gaze and stared at the priests below. Even if he did not use that power, their thoughts and ideas were transparent to Xin at this moment.

They admired and worshipped Hercules, and this admiration grew every minute, because Hercules was doing things that justified him, because he was actually saving those who needed saving.

Is the greatness of Hercules the laurel wreath of the righteous or the salvation he brings? Xin actually already has the answer.

That was exactly the answer the devil wanted to present to her.

While the priests were busy comforting and treating the civilians in the city, a gust of cold wind blew in from the distant sky without warning. When they subconsciously looked up in the direction of the wind, the next violent gust of wind had already come howling!

The priests, either shocked or frightened, raised their weapons and nervously pointed them at the sky, at the giant dragon that looked down upon everything.

But the next second, the dragon's domineering and arrogant eyes suddenly shrank, because the tiny figure riding on its head seemed to hit its head heavily and said something, which made the dragon shrink its neck in fear. Then the figure jumped off the dragon's head and fell directly in the direction of Hercules.

"That's... the Beast King of Hydra!"

It was not just a coincidence or something else. Although she was not the Wolf Emperor, the title of Beast King still fell on Hitana. Two days ago, she commanded four fourth-level monsters and slaughtered all the members of the Skyfrost Tower and the Iron Blade Legion in the melee in the city in three seconds. In addition, the ether monsters came out in large numbers in other territories. Our Lord Lance finally had his first neutral honorific title after removing the slightly negative titles such as "disaster" and "ferocious beast"... It just sounds a little old-fashioned.

Miss Beast King landed lightly beside Ansher in the howling cold wind. The extreme speed and impact of the high-altitude jump disappeared without a trace with just a light tap of her toes.

In front of Anser, compared to the Beast King's tyranny, Xitana still prefers to show the elegance of a girl.

Although she wanted to absorb Anser's energy right now, but she didn't want to spread any strange rumors, Shetana pretended to be indifferent to the priests, then turned her back, breathed a sigh of relief, and showed her innocent expression again:

"Anse, Anse, what do you want from me?"

Ansher looked at Xitana's restless little hand with some amusement, and also turned his back to the bottom. His hand blocked by the battlements hooked her slender white fingers. The smooth, cold and soft touch had just touched a little bit, and then the whole thing stuck to it, entangled with each other tightly, passionately and affectionately.

"Can you handle it?" Anser asked softly, "There is a limit to what the church can do."

"This is something I should be doing. I don't need your help, Anser... Of course it would be better if you could help. It's no problem for me."

Hitana answered without hesitation, her overflowing confidence and strength proving that the current situation was indeed under her control.

"It may just take a little longer... I used brutal force a few times, and the old man and Tin Can's men are a little scared! Lina said someone has come to her and is ready to surrender, and she doesn't plan to continue fighting."

Miss Wolf curled her lips: "The fight was inexplicable and made no sense at all. Did they have to fight to such an extent?"

Although she learned the truth about the war between the Gray Tower and the Iron Blade from Trunk, Hitana felt that it didn't make sense the more she thought about it. But she couldn't tell why it didn't make sense. Anyway, she just felt it was weird.

There was nothing strange about Raylan Ironblade's side. He probably really couldn't bear it anymore. But as for Domer Gray Tower's side... I always felt that there was a big problem.

Why is it that every time there's chaos, it's always this old guy who's causing trouble?

And even so, Hitana couldn't understand why the extraordinary people on both sides seemed to have gone crazy. You know, before, these guys were cowards who ran away without looking back as soon as they heard some rumors about her.

Why is it that even now, I am unable to deter the enemy even by personally going to the battlefield? I have to resort to drastic measures to barely have a deterrent effect, and even most of the time I have to kill them all.

Although some people did surrender to Marina, their number was very small. The status of the extraordinary people under the Grand Duke's coalition was completely different from the previous period.

"Because in this war, what they did was unrelated to any other meaningless concepts and ideas. They abandoned all the rules and laws that came from society and simply fought each other. This allowed the extraordinary people... to truly show what made them extraordinary."

Anser gently held Xitana's hand: "Because they have lost their restraints, Xier."

The constraints brought by the emperor's extreme power and might have existed for thousands of years, and may have even existed during the Zhengtian Dynasty. However, once this constraint disappears, its ineffectiveness will be thousands of times faster than its formation.

Killing and destroying are much easier than protecting. The extraordinary people who have lost their restraints will completely become the source of destruction in such a fight. As time goes by, the marks left by this society on them and their sense of belonging to this society will fade away at an increasingly terrifying speed until they disappear completely or die.

Because in essence, they should not live in the same social framework as ordinary people.

Some people will choose to stand on the same side as ordinary people because they are bound by their human nature, but most people cannot tolerate such degradation, especially when they have a choice. Just like most people in this world, they are destined to be unable to transcend the limitations of the class they exist in.

"constraint……"

The emperor can only impose constraints, rather than erase the essential gap between the extraordinary and ordinary people. If the dilemma is not fundamentally changed, it will only come back in the future in a more difficult to resolve form.

"What should I do?"

Hitana murmured in a low voice. She had actually realized the essence of this problem more than once, but she could not find a solution. In fact, the best solution at the moment was the two ideas that she had rejected.

"Does it have a headache?" Anther clasped his five fingers with Xitana's and spoke softly.

"It's a headache, but...but I can't leave everything to you, Anser."

Sitana resisted the urge to lean on Anser's shoulder and held his hand tightly.

She wanted to give Anser a choice. She wanted Anser to be able to make choices when facing his fate. How could she rely on Anser's decisions and help in everything like before?

"Then just continue like this."

Anser said as if it was a matter of course: "Isn't Xier helping me now?"

"Now is now, always think about the future..."

Xitana gently stroked Anser with her arm. She looked at the gray sky in the distance, then turned to look at Anser's profile with a serious look in her eyes:

“We need to think about our future.”

She was taught so well by Anser that even though she had not experienced the blood hatred, suffering, and despair that the Wolf Emperor had experienced, she was also thinking like that tyrant did after his mind was fully mature - looking to the longer-term future.

However, Anser is not worried about this.

Because the one in front of him is always Xitana Lancemalos, his wolf.

"Ah, I almost forgot, Anser, you haven't told me what you want to see me about."

Xitana came back to her senses and gently shook Anser's arm: "Is there any important news? Or do you plan to just go and beat that Ivora guy up? After we capture him this time, we must make her a cat Vola for a month... No, two months. She can only meow every day!"

Her Majesty the Beast King is vindictive and will never let Ivora, the culprit, off easily.

Anser laughed and shook his head: "That's not the case, but the time is almost up, I just want to give you something small that may help you."

After saying that, he gently patted the Ouroboros bracelet on his wrist.

The omnipotent Miss Ming Fuluo half stuck her body out of the bracelet, she crossed her arms over her chest, her face expressionless, and she didn't look very happy.

"You really are giving me more work to do. Can't you ask other sorcerers to do this kind of thing? Does His Majesty the Regent have no more alchemists to use?"

As she said this, Ming Furo took out two glass plates that looked very familiar to Xitana.

"This thing..." Miss Wolf stroked her chin, "Isn't this the...spirit thing in the Skyfrost Tower?"

Ming Fuluo was too lazy to remind him, and just threw a piece of glass to Xitana: "It has reference value in some physical applications, but that's all. I made some changes so that it can still communicate in the harsh ether environment in the North. This way, you and... Mr. Hercules can communicate more efficiently."

He glanced at Anser, as if asking him if the role-playing game was fun.

"Oh! So Anser came to me for this thing."

Xitana turned the glass plate over and over, her face full of joy. Although the connection between her and Anser did not rely on this thing at all, she could not say that she and Hercules had telepathy. Besides, it seemed quite useful to let Lina use it to command other nobles and extraordinary people...

"Ming Fuluo, do you have any more——"

"There are still twenty units, which have been delivered to the border garrison. Marina knew about it earlier than you." Ming Fuluo waved her hand. "Besides, Anser didn't come to you just for this thing."

Xitana, who was playing with the strengthening spirit instrument, was stunned for a moment: "There's more?"

The very strong-willed Miss Beast King coughed lightly and said, "You don't have to go to that extent, Ming Fuluo. Lina and I can handle it."

"What are you thinking about? I'm just reminding you. I don't have time to help the Northland. There are already enough things to take care of in East Port... Fortunately, the little princess Su Silun is quite useful."

Mingfuluo threw a ring to Xitana: "I wanted to give it to Anser, but Hercules is not suitable for this."

"...What is this?" Xitana looked at the ring in confusion. "Isn't it just a storage item? What's inside it?"

"Some of the things that were reverse-engineered from the research materials and sample remains of the Grey Tower Grand Duke are very... shocking."

Xitana paused, her eyes looked a little strange: "Even you are shocked, it must be something very strange."

She casually took out a document from her ring: "The possibility of soul iteration... What the hell is this?"

"This is the least relevant piece of information to the current situation... You don't need to read it. You won't understand any of it anyway."

"Then what are you doing for me!"

"I'll let you, as the head of the Hydrachi, hand it over to Marina and... someone who has a say in the church."

Miss Ming Fuluo, who was in a petite half-body form, turned her head and glanced at Xin who was quietly standing beside Anser: "At the very least, she can only be one level lower than this Saint Lady."

"What's the point of showing this to the people in the church? Is this the reminder you mentioned?"

Hitana was obviously not happy to hear the words "You won't understand it anyway", and she repeatedly looked through the various information in the ring. Unfortunately... she really couldn't understand any of it.

Ming Fuluo looked at her for two seconds, then sighed, like a teacher who didn't want to continue teaching students: "I can tell you directly, but if you want the church to believe it, you need sufficient evidence."

"So what do you mean by this? What does this have to do with the church?" Sitana crossed her arms and looked at the priests who were still busy below. "They are now... making amends."

"Make up for the mistake?"

Ming Fuluo's expressionless face suddenly twitched the corners of her mouth. The irony contained in her smile was always so obvious.

"What if I say that the source of this war is the Holy Church?"

Xitana's expression suddenly froze, and Xin's pupils began to slowly shrink.

"This war is exactly the same as the war started by the revolutionary army in Donggang?"

Hmm...A Luo is really gentle. Since she has basically understood Dormer's research, she should have been able to deduce the nature of the church. But in the end, she only revealed such superficial things.

Although he had pointed directly to the source of the chaos, Ansher still felt that Ming Furo was a little too merciful.

Maybe it's because their experiences are similar to each other, or maybe it's because they don't want me to ruin Xin completely?

But it doesn't matter, this is enough.

Although he was gently stroking Xitana's hand to calm the girl, Ansher was staring into the pair of holy blue eyes that were beginning to tremble.

The dream time is over, Miss Xin, it's time to face reality.

Chapter 5: Between Reality and Illusion Part (K)

"The Church... is the source of the war?"

Xitana had doubted the church's purpose and motives countless times, but no matter how much she doubted it, she never went to the extent of identifying it as the culprit.

After all, she had been to so many shelters, and she was surer than anyone else that those priests were truly saving the northern refugees from the bottom of their hearts. If not, she would have razed the church to the ground long ago.

Ming Fuluo didn't look at Xitana, but looked at Anser, the questioning meaning in her eyes couldn't be clearer -

Do you want me to tell you whether she is here or not?

Holding Xin tightly as he tried to retreat, the devil smiled and nodded.