The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"what?"

"That dangerous regent actually intends to let his hounds take our people to their deaths?"

"..."

Larenbar shifted his gaze slightly and stared into Farrow's eyes: "You know, I hate her sister more than this mad dog."

"That witch..." Farrow pondered, "I'm not a noble, so I can't empathize with you."

"Humph." Larenbar sneered, "Do you think she will allow your supernatural organizations to wander outside the rule of the Regent? That girl is simply a ghost, a spirit! God knows why she seems to be able to appear anywhere at any time and seize those "evidences" that you may not even be aware of!"

What forced the imperial nobles and extraordinary people to send people was not only the threat posed by Xitana, but also the watchful eyes of the witch and the crows.

There is no way to avoid or escape, no way to treat it passively. Even the slightest movement may result in a small warning - for example, you wake up and find that you are missing an organ, and a crow is standing on the windowsill holding the organ, letting you watch it eat that part.

Larumbar had known people who had had similar experiences. Although the alchemist who made the artificial eye was very skilled, no matter how skilled the alchemist was, he could not adjust his mentality.

They had to bring out the real stuff and go all out to deal with this war. Most of the powerful people paid a heavy price, but the results were also very impressive - although they themselves did not see it that way.

After all, from their perspective, the Regent would obviously only attribute all the credit to his hound. They would not receive any reward or favor, but would just lose precious manpower and resources.

This pair of sisters has become the nightmare of the big shots.

"I thought that after he took power, everything would be fine."

Larenbar whispered, "I thought that the stupid game of Feasting Flame could finally be over. Anser Hydra would use the power of the Empire and the Transcendents in the right place... but I was wrong."

"He is more enthusiastic about this stupid game than any other emperor, but why? Is he also planning to alleviate the erosion of the abyss in this way?"

He patted Farrow on the shoulder and said, "The people from the Supervisory Bureau will not let the nobles go, nor will they let you go... The organizations formed by the extraordinary people will be the next targets to be ravaged by the Regent."

What was strange was that Farrow slowly turned his head and looked at Larenbar with a look that was a mixture of sadness and pity.

"You're right, Barr, and... I'm sorry."

He suddenly took a step back.

Larenbar, with a huge ominous premonition in his heart, spoke subconsciously: "Law..."

Bang!

His entire head exploded without any warning, like a smashed watermelon. His method was extremely crude, with no control over the strength at all, but obviously... the person who did this hoped to create such a rough and impactful scene.

Farrow took another step back calmly before bowing and saying, "Excuse me, Ms. Lance, I may have said something...not so nice just now."

So, under the gaze of everyone, the shadow of Larenbar's body twisted into a slim and graceful silhouette, and then gradually became three-dimensional and plump, and finally turned into a woman in a luxurious black dress.

"It's nothing, Mr. Farrow. There is no provision in the imperial law that punishes people for saying the wrong thing... Oh, it's not in the imperial law that Mr. Anser has revised."

The witch's smile was extremely gentle, and if the corpse at her feet could be removed, it would have been a very touching scene.

"You should all understand that Mr. Larenbar's death was not because he insulted Xitana, me, and His Royal Highness the Regent."

Just now, Larenbar did not communicate with Faro through any special means. He said everything word for word because Faro used magic to deceive his perception.

As for the reason...Larenbar has already said it just now, but there is one mistake.

——Ansher is not about to take action against the Extraordinary Organization, he has already taken action against them a long time ago.

Marina gracefully threw a hot branding iron, which symbolized the mark of a sinner, from the storage container onto Larumbar's body: "I have enough evidence to prove that Mr. Larumbar tried to betray His Highness Anser, and that is the reason for his death."

On the city wall, the big shots who could call the shots in their respective cities or even anywhere else were now silent.

It doesn’t matter whether Marina has evidence or not. What matters is that she can say “I have evidence” to anyone at any time.

The most terrifying thing is that this is not a lie or deception on her part, she really is... able to easily find evidence.

They would rather Marina was deliberately framing people, abusing lynching, and being purely tyrannical and cruel than have a legitimate reason.

Marina was very satisfied with the silence of the bigwigs. She bowed slightly and expressed her gratitude to them gently and gracefully. "Except for a very few people like Mr. Larumbar, everyone who has been able to fight with Xitana all the way here is an admirable brave man. Please continue to offer everything to His Royal Highness the Regent when the final battle comes. Oh, by the way, Mr. Farrow, after the war, please remember to go to the Tower of Babel to claim your deserved reward."

Marina tapped her chin lightly. "You need a physical weapon to explore the maze, right? You have collected a lot of evidence during this period, so I will take the initiative to add one more as a gift."

Material armament is the first stage of mechanical equipment, but so far, except for the Ether Institute and the Tower of Babel, no force has the ability and resources to replicate it.

Obviously, a lot of the "evidence" Marina obtained came from this former friend of Larumbar, but just this kind of intelligence work can get two material weapons as a reward...

"Thank you very much."

Farrow, who was trembling a little, bowed his head deeply at first, but then felt that it was not enough, and continued to kneel on one knee with great respect and piety:

"It is the greatest honor for me and the entire Weavers to be able to offer my strength to the Regent and the great Ansir Hydra."

Whether it is shameless or flexible, different people have different ideas. For Farrow, his decision was extremely correct - Farrow has always believed so after the group of members of the Supervisory Bureau who seemed to have crawled out of hell came to him.

Barr, my friend, there is one thing you said that is not wrong at all, but it is also very wrong.

Our Regent Prince cares a lot about this game, so much so that... maybe he doesn't think it's a game, so you weren't able to board the first ship, and I'm already about to set sail in the new era.

The dignitaries present remained silent, but Farrow's performance and gains made it impossible for them to be as calm as they seemed.

The tide of time is unstoppable, and the Old God, Hydra, is now the time itself.

Everything he did was destroying the original order of the game. Now everyone could see that His Royal Highness the Regent wanted to establish new rules, and these rules were... very unfriendly to them.

But no matter how unfriendly it is, it's better than having your head explode because you don't want to play this game.

And if you play well... aren't there such generous rewards?

If I don't get such a reward, someone else will fight for it. In order to get such a reward... where will he put me?

Deli's betrayal is not called betrayal, but excellent risk aversion and sharp investment vision. And obviously, everyone wants to be the latter, rather than the background board that is betrayed in the former.

[A hypocritical power will be weaker than any other existence when necessary]

This is what Marina learned from the notes that Ansel gave her. Putting knowledge into practice has never been Xin's only patent. Marina was the first to do so.

Seeing the weakness of the big shots, Marina chuckled and disappeared on the city wall, appearing next to Sitana the next second.

"Is it over?" Xitana said nonchalantly, still gazing into the distance, "Are you going to kill a few more?"

"If I wanted to kill them, I wouldn't be able to keep so many wavering people, Xitana. Do you think it's difficult for me to select those who are absolutely loyal to Mr. Anser?"

Marina folded her hands in front of her belly. Even when she was not beside Anser, she habitually maintained a dignified and elegant demeanor. She answered leisurely, "As long as we use them well, they will rush to offer everything to Mr. Anser and trample their own kind to death... and we don't even need to do anything."

"trouble."

Miss Beast King seemed to be in a bad mood: "It's better to clean up the garbage as soon as possible."

"Garbage also has its value, and... Mr. Anser will be here soon, so don't keep making that expression, Xitana."

Xitana's expression froze, she subconsciously touched her tense cheek, and after a few seconds she sighed irritably.

"I just... can't understand it. What the hell is that guy talking about? What does it mean that Anser really likes playing this game? Why do everyone think so now?"

It seems that this world has been actively revealing its wounds and scars to Hitana, which is the irreversible gap between the extraordinary and mortals.

"Did that guy expect Anser to abandon so many ordinary people like garbage after he came to power? He deserves to die."

I don’t know when it started, but to Hitana, these words are more unacceptable than the class and oppression between people, and more likely to make her angry.

"Hmm..." Marina looked at Sitana thoughtfully, but didn't say anything, so silence fell between the two.

After a few minutes, it was Sitana who spoke first: "Anser... hasn't arrived yet?"

"Right away...oh, it's here already."

The next moment, the snow and dark clouds in the sky were swallowed up by the rolling black tide, and the sky seemed to have turned into a deep black sea. The sea continued to spread forward, completely suppressing even the blood-red little sun, making it look a little pitiful and desolate.

In terms of aura and spirit... absolutely crushing.

The throne with a nine-headed demon snake wrapped around it slowly descended from the dark sea of ​​clouds. The regent, who did not need a crown or a scepter to show his majesty, raised his hand, and the howling snow and wind between heaven and earth stopped.

"This is the final war."

His proclamation is the voice of heaven, it is the sound of thunder.

"End it, for all you have."

There was no inspiring speech or encouragement, just these two short sentences.

But this is enough. For the extraordinary people standing here, the weight of any words is far less than that of Ansher’s personal presence.

The monsters that had received permission roared loudly, and Xitana had already attacked wildly, tearing a snow-colored crack on the ground. The remaining extraordinary people also shouted and rolled up the surging waves, launching a final charge towards the end of the war.

"I never thought I would see this."

Anser held his chin with one hand and looked down at the scene below: "The battle between the extraordinary people..."

"Are you interested in this?" Miss Witch was passive at this moment, sitting sideways on Ansel's thighs, hugging his neck, and intimately touching Ansel's collarbone.

It seemed that as long as Anser was interested, she would immediately start preparing for a big fight between extraordinary people.

"No, it's too chaotic, so chaotic that it's boring."

Anser really had no interest in it: "Just wait until it's over, and then..."

To him, the ending is completely predictable, but the key lies in whether this predictable ending will bring about uncontrollable changes, and...

"Marina, I have a question for you."

"Please go ahead, Mr. Anser." A flash of surprise flashed across Marina's face.

Subconsciously hugging Marina's slender waist, Anser whispered, "What exactly is my weakness that you mentioned?"

Marina looked at Ansel for a few seconds, then suddenly covered her pink lips and chuckled.

"Mr. Anser was so serious that I thought something unexpected and serious had happened."

Anser frowned slightly: "My only weakness...isn't this problem serious enough?"

"But you should know what I am doing, right? Our Saint Lady..."

"I know that she was pushed by you to try to expose and solve the key to my weakness."

Anser put his hand on Marina's thigh and tapped it unconsciously: "But I think your point of view must be different from hers. She is wrong."

The witch's mouth kept rising: "So what do you think--"

"She actually thought I was hurting myself."

"..."

Ansher said this to himself, not noticing that the corners of Marina's upturned mouth froze for a moment.

Almost without hesitation, Marina smiled and said, "She was indeed extremely wrong, Mr. Anser."

Stroking Marina's soft thighs, Anser narrowed his eyes slightly: "But she has fulfilled her duty, but you still haven't used her to reveal anything to me, or do you still have some method that I don't even know about to make her continue to play a role?"

"It's not convenient for me to disclose this, Mr. Anser."

Looking at the smiling Marina, Ansher was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

"I don't know...why I can tolerate you to this extent, Marina."

"Because you know I'm doing the right thing, Mr. Anser."

Anser laughed dumbly: "I know absolutely nothing about the right thing."

Marina half-closed her eyes and leaned on Anser's shoulder, whispering:

"But that's why it's your only weakness now, isn't it?"

Because it is impossible to detect, because no one would believe it even if he said it in words, because it has become a habit and common sense to Anser...

The witch sighed quietly in her heart.

This is really...unexpected. How did you notice it...Miss Saint?

Chapter 5: Livestock (K)

Hitana originally wanted to break down the city wall in one go and smash the disgusting palace at the highest point of the city, but the brutal and violent charge stopped far away outside the city wall.

Almost all the buildings were built of wood and stone, with a messy and rough appearance, just to provide a temporary residence; and the dense and chaotic accumulation of these buildings formed an intricate network of roads, which combined into a garbage dump outside the "royal capital" of Ivora, the slum where Hitana stopped.

The bloody sun ignited by Ivora is more effective than any warlock or domain. Under the shining of this sun, even if you don't live in the territory, you can be protected from the ravages of endless wind and snow to a certain extent, but... even if you live outside the city, you can barely survive. But if possible, who would want to struggle to survive in such a place?

In fact, Hitana had known about the situation here a long time ago, and it was further confirmed when she looked out at the city just now. But when she stood here in person and witnessed this slum at the closest distance, no matter how mentally prepared she was, she still couldn't control the monster in her heart.

The monsters following her smelled danger and stopped, pacing back and forth in anxiety or fear.

"Don't destroy this place. Go to the city wall and keep a close eye on them. Don't move."

Not until their ruler gave the order did the monsters dare to continue howling and rush towards the road leading to the city gate.

The armies of nobles and extraordinary people soon noticed that Shitana had stopped. Being stared at by Anser, they actually wanted to rush into the city regardless of anything, but they were afraid that they would be beaten to death by a single punch from the tyrannical Beast King if they ignored Shitana.