The villain's way to tame the protagonist

However, some people who had become more or less familiar with Hitana's personality during this period of time showed a hint of joy.

"Two-thirds of the people will go and surround the city first. Leave one-third to keep an eye on this place."

Before entering the maze-like slums, Xitana threw down these words:

"No one moves until I say attack."

How to allocate manpower was not a problem she needed to consider. The extraordinary people were very clear about this. Following the order of His Excellency the Regent, the army of justice that was ready to end the war quickly split into two groups. The extraordinary people who remained in place looked at the unlucky guys who had lost the opportunity to perfectly escape from the battlefield, and when they looked at each other, their eyes were full of relief and happiness.

They had all guessed what their next mission would be - it was nothing more than escorting the civilians who could only survive here to prevent them from being frozen to death by the wind and snow on the road. They were too familiar with this, as they had been responsible for this aspect when the Iron Blade Archduke and the Gray Tower Archduke were fighting before.

Compared to the possibility of being burned to death by Ivora who suddenly went crazy at any time after joining the war, just working for civilians is simply the most perfect mission in the world.

One of the extraordinary people gently touched his companion's shoulder. He was completely relaxed and wanted to make a joke with his comrade, such as talking about Sitana's kindness and goodness... But when he thought of the ending of Larenbar just now, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

This kind of unconditional preference and help for civilians, which they usually regard as artificial and stupid, mean and willful character...only at this time, will it become the supreme greatness and kindness.

When Hitana walked into the slums, she didn't care what those people thought. What was more important to her now was everything in front of her.

There was nothing else at the outermost edge of the slum except frozen corpses. If nothing unexpected happened, it was because the bloody sun in the sky had shrunk a lot compared to the beginning. In order to avoid freezing to death, the civilians who were squeezed to the outermost edge could either find a way to squeeze in or become a corpse in the wind and snow.

"The smell of blood..."

Hitana's speed was just a normal walking speed, but even so, she had been walking for five minutes and still hadn't seen a single living person. Instead, the smell of blood, which was originally only slightly light, became stronger.

But Hitana was not too nervous or even surprised. In fact, she could already guess how unpleasant things would happen next, so boiling anger did not appear on her face. She was just calm and silent, like the sea that could stir up raging waves at any time.

Click.

Hitana paused slightly, lowered her head slightly, and saw a frozen corpse that had been broken by her.

There were obvious scars of beating on the body. He must have lived here before, and then was beaten to death. His body was then left here, and as the radiation range of the blood sun weakened, it was finally frozen hard and brittle.

It's only natural that there's no one to deal with the corpses. Who would be willing to collect corpses in such a hell?

Is there...a place to bury the bodies here?

The answer was obviously no, because as she continued to move forward, Shitana saw more and more corpses, scattered or piled up like garbage on the roadside. The dried blood covered the ground with a thin layer of red crystals, which shattered as Shitana stepped on it.

"Almost... here."

Hitana stopped and looked up at the blood sun. She could feel that this boundary was the limit of the heat of the blood sun. Judging from the range of decline... Ivora's power had weakened by at least one third, and it was probably close to one half.

In the nearest wooden house, Xitana smelled the scent of a living person.

She quickly walked to the wooden house, opened the tattered wooden door, bent down and took a look inside.

There was nothing in the wooden house except an animal skin that could barely be considered a bed, with several layers of messy clothes on top. A middle-aged man was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt also made of clothes.

He turned his head stiffly and glanced at the intruder, but that was just a glance.

The numb and dazed eyes shook after reflecting Xitana's figure, and then stopped moving, like a decorative glass bead.

"I come here on behalf of the Regent."

Xitana lowered her eyes and whispered, "You are saved."

"..."

His glass-bead-like pupils trembled again, and then his body, which was almost as stiff as a corpse, also began to tremble.

"Be...saved?"

A hoarse, dry voice echoed in the small, drafty wooden house: "Are we... saved...?"

Xitana did not answer, but she commanded a flying monster to convey her will - to have a team of healing warlocks rush over immediately.

In less than ten seconds, Xitana pulled her body back from the wooden house, and the healer who rushed over immediately got in. Half a minute later, she heard a cry that was almost indistinguishable from wailing.

"Lord Lance...do you want us to spread out and look for those who need help?"

The captain of the healing team carefully sought Hitana's opinion. He knew very well that although this kind of mission was safe, there was nothing special about it. Opportunities were only given to those who were prepared. As long as he could leave a little more impression on His Majesty the Beast King, even just a little bit, he would have an enormous lead over others.

He was really glad that there were so many half-dead civilians here, allowing him to actively show himself and gain merit at the same time.

However, when the girl in front of them, whom they called a monster, turned her head slightly and cast her gaze down with her dark red eyes that seemed to be wrapped in dried blood, the warlock's brain was instantly emptied to the point that he could feel nothing except fear.

"Go ahead and call a few more."

It was only a matter of a second, but to the warlock it felt like a hundred years had passed.

Hitana knew that the guy behind her had already fled in panic, and she also saw what he was thinking from the glance just now.

Extraordinary people... have no reason to care about mortals. This is the truth of this world.

Her teacher and her teacher's teacher, the words of those two people were like curses, following her like shadows.

Although she still did not show any visible anger, everyone could see that Shitana was now... very, very dangerous.

She continued to go deeper alone, and saw more and more people. Most of them were huddled in small wooden houses or simple stone dwellings that Shitana had to bend down to get into. After seeing Shitana, their reactions were basically the same as the man just now, as numb as a body that was still conscious.

Like... a mouse.

As Hitana left another small room, this thought suddenly occurred to her mind.

The people who live here to avoid being frozen to death by the cold current from the north, living in shabby and small houses and walking on these chaotic and complicated trails are no different from rats... In fact, the living environment of rats is mostly much better than theirs.

Why are humans inferior to mice?

The release of a slight murderous intent directly scared a piece of trash who was beating someone else to death. Shitana couldn't help but think about this question.

However, the current situation did not leave her much room for such things. There was blood, corpses, and increasingly loud roars and growls... The color of death became more and more intense. Shitana also participated in it, and scared many people to death. It seemed that a huge chaos had occurred in the entire slum.

Shitana stopped and raised her hand. A moth the size of a human head quickly fluttered and landed on her index finger.

"Outside the city, make all the people in these shabby garbage dump unconscious." Xitana shook her fingers, causing the moths to flash away, and countless translucent scale powders fell from the air.

Hitana intended to capture this monster and break into the city without any damage, but in fact its ability has very limited effect on extraordinary people. However, if the target is a mortal, then there will be no difficulty at all.

Hitana, who easily controlled the situation, went to the deepest part of the slums. When she got there, she saw that the buildings inside began to look more presentable. They were no longer simple and shabby piles of wood and stones, but had standard bricks and tiles, and even the roads began to be neat.

And close to the city wall, in the deepest part of the slums, Hitana saw several huge... arenas.

In this area, unconscious people and dead people were piled together, and the ground was scattered with blood-stained stones, irregular metal pieces, sharpened wood... and many other things that could barely be called weapons.

Xitana looked up and found that the best audience seats were located on the city wall.

She looked around and soon found an area similar to the VIP seats in the Colosseum, surrounded by unconscious guards, most of whom were leaders of a force in the slums.

The wolf appeared in front of him the next second, stirring his brain with the breath of murder, and forcibly pulled him out of his coma.

"Uh...you are...Ah!!!"

"I ask, you answer, no nonsense."

Xitana looked down at the sturdy man who was twitching slightly with an expressionless face: "Is this Colosseum built for the people in the city to see?"

"Yes... hey... I know you. You are the monster, the one that brings disaster, right?"

The man actually endured the bites of the murderous wolves - although it was mainly because Shitana was worried that if she used even a little more force, the other party's brain would be crushed, but under what circumstances did he still have the mood to say such words, it was obvious that he was a man with very strong willpower.

"You're finally here... Hehehe, in this slum, there are many people who regard you, your master, as the savior... Ah!!!"

The man who had just barely managed to stand up on his knees fell to the ground with a scream. His body began to twitch, but the smile on his face became more distorted and hideous:

"These pigs don't even think about it... The reason they live such a worse life than pigs and dogs is because of you... Because you are monsters... who shouldn't exist in this world!"

The man howled, spurting blood foam and internal organs, and continued to laugh and roar crazily:

"Why, you want to kill me... you want to ask me why I did such a cruel thing? Isn't it you, the extraordinary people... that caused all this for us? It's you who... never treated us... as human beings!"

Slums do not mean there is no order. As long as a society is formed, there will always be order to maintain its operation, no matter how alternative this order is.

But here, no one maintains order, or rather... chaos is the order here, it is the order that the people who built this hell need.

Ivola was not interested in the house-playing games of her ancestors, or rather, she could not muster up any sense of domination over such a small place and such a group of insignificant people. After the simple attempt at the beginning, she immediately gave up trying to have fun with the praise of the common people because it was too cheap.

So apart from that, what is the value of the civilians, especially those who gathered in this city because of the bloody sun?

Xitana has heard the correct and realistic answer countless times from many people - the answer is no.

When we discard the framework that the emperor deliberately maintains, and when the relationship between extraordinary beings and mortals returns to its normal origin, then there is no doubt that mortals are to extraordinary beings as livestock are to mortals... or even worse than livestock.

After all, mortals would starve to death without livestock, but extraordinary people would not. Extraordinary people do not have anything that they must ask for from mortals or cannot do without mortals.

If I have to say it, it is the possible birth of new extraordinary people; and although it is not necessary, no one will refuse it if it exists... emotional value.

The emperor's power and violence distorted everything, including this reality. However, Ivora was not an emperor in terms of power, and his mentality was completely different from that of a normal emperor.

Then the cruelest reality surfaced, and the mortals who were once barely considered "human" together with the extraordinary people quickly lost their qualifications as human beings.

Of course, this is the most extreme case. After all, Ivora is a lunatic, and those around her are naturally lunatics as well. It is not surprising that lunatics get together and create such a hell.

but……

“No matter who it is…you all…hahahaha, all the same, the same!”

But, can this problem be solved by not being a madman?

"I know you, this hypocritical bastard, and that...haha, the Regent, will do this. I know you won't let me go, so when you came, I told everyone to kill them at will. Do you like to save us, the livestock that are worse than pigs and dogs? I'll let their corpses answer you... They will die, and they will become like this, all because of you!"

Oh... so the deeper we go, the stronger the smell of blood will be, and the more fresh corpses we will find.

About ten seconds later, another group of warlocks appeared behind her, looking respectful: "Please give the order, Lord Lance."

"Let this man drown in his own blood... No, let him be choked to death by his own blood."

After waking this guy up, Xitana waved her hand without even looking at him. "Then, have everyone settle all the civilians. You should know what to do."

"Lance...Lance Malross! You bastard—"

The humming sound of the lost tongue disappeared after a short while. In fact, Shitana didn't care what the man would encounter next, just like she didn't care what the man's name was, what experiences he had, or why he had such ideas.

Seeing these scenes and hearing these words, Xitana should have been furious, but she remained calm, and even became calmer and calmer.

If there were no extraordinary people, no matter how bad this slum was, it wouldn't have become what it is now?

Xitana didn't know, she only knew... to a certain extent, the man was right - the slums were so chaotic because the extraordinary people did not treat the people living there as human beings.

This seems to be the nature of the world.

——It will always be just a fantasy for mortals to live peacefully with extraordinary people.

Chapter 6: God, Man, Part (K)

As it turned out, Ivora was doomed to fail. When Hitana ordered people to clean up the slums in the outskirts and settle those poor civilians, the defenders in the city couldn't even come out to interfere.

Standing on the city wall, Hitana looked at the defenders below who seemed to be ready for battle but were actually waiting to die. Her fierce hatred and murderous intent had disappeared without a trace. Now she just felt... ridiculous.

"Are there just these few people?" she asked softly.

The giant dragon Sif standing next to her growled and exhaled a cold breath of disdain.

This territory city gathers almost all of Ivora's extraordinary people, and both the quantity and quality are actually quite amazing. But for Shitana, who has tamed dozens of fourth-level monsters and led almost all the forces of the empire, it can only be described as weak.

In fact, it has always been like this. The power of the two sides has never been on the same level from the beginning. What has restrained Hitana is always the despicable means of Ivora's side using civilians as coercion, not strength itself.

It had always been difficult for Hitana to understand why they could do so many things worse than those of animals, but after experiencing everything in the North, she understood... Because for those extraordinary people who used civilians as bait, traps, human shields and bombs, they never thought for even a moment that they were violating morality and conscience. They believed from beginning to end that they were doing something extremely reasonable and right.

She is the outlier. She cares so much about the safety of mortals that she is even willing to put on shackles for it. She is the abnormal one among the extraordinary people.

Of course, Xitana would not doubt herself because of this. She never doubted her correctness for a moment, from beginning to end.

But she couldn't help but start thinking... about the future.

"Even Anser can't avoid this question, so what should I do... Forget it, let's take down this city first."

The girl shook her head, temporarily putting aside the problem that was too complicated for her, and prepared to end this ridiculous war herself.

She first turned her head to look at the sky in the distance that looked like a dark sea, waved her arms vigorously, then looked at the slums under the city wall that had been completely cleared, and finally put her hand on Sif's head.

"Go."

The Beast King indifferently issued a decree to the monsters that submitted to her:

"No one of the extraordinary ones will be left alive."

At the same time, a demon wolf tens of meters tall gathered behind her, and endless red and black aura rolled and flowed, eroding the entire city at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there were tens of thousands of evil wolves howling and rushing, sweeping the earth!

Sitana clenched her fists, looking thoughtful.

"I should be almost at level 5... Is my understanding of the elements limiting me again?"

This war sweeping across the north was meaningful to Hitana on another level - although the chaotic ether raging on this land was extremely difficult for ordinary transcendents to control, let alone absorb and utilize, and even ether monsters could not effectively feed on it, but for the Wolf Emperor, whose talents were recognized even by fate, it was a feast that never ended.

When Anser reunited with Xitana, he was amazed at her growth. Miss Wolf, who never disappointed Anser's expectations, had almost reached the limit of the fifth level in terms of the purity and capacity of ether.