The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Not only did it grow the size of its soul, it also found a way to truly threaten Ansher.

"Xin...trust me."

Anger did not make Ansel lose his mind. On the contrary, he was calmer than ever before.

This is the third choice.

He won't make mistakes again, and he won't... lose again!

But Xin still did not respond to Ansel. She just hugged Ansel silently, not knowing what she was doing.

And the five enemies, whose appearance Ansher didn't even want to recall, have begun to approach Ansher.

Skills...the skills of soul fighting are not just the skills of real fighting.

Apart from launching a direct attack like Ansher just did, the most effective method should actually be to destroy the opponent's thinking and erase the opponent's consciousness... just like what the soul embodiment is doing now.

"..."

Anser held Gleipnir tightly. He neither turned to look at Sin nor asked anything. Hatred, anger and the current situation could not shake his mind in the slightest.

And this was what Xin brought to him, so he believed that Xin was not hesitating or unable to make a choice, but was looking for a solution... which might be a solution that he had not considered.

At this moment, Anser seemed to see the hand of fate falling from the sky, pushing the five chess pieces towards him step by step, and asked him:

Ansel, you know that you are the most trustworthy person, because you are the only one who can be my enemy. Are you really willing to give the choice to her?

Instead of trusting her, why don't you just continue to... trust yourself.

You who are willing to trample on yourself and fight with me without hesitation, you are the strongest you, aren't you?

Anser sensed that the soul was beginning to fluctuate violently, and even though Xin still did not react at this moment, he smiled indifferently.

"What a shame... I'm at it now, believe in yourself!"

When one of the five men charged towards him, Anser raised his hand and swung his sword without hesitation, slashing away -

Then, the pitch-black sword light that swallowed everything seemed to split the world apart from a higher dimension, causing a raging tide from the abyss in this soul space!

Gleipnir was absorbing and spewing out an unprecedented amount of abyss erosion, and Anther was stunned at this moment.

But he was not surprised by Xin's reaction, nor was he shocked by the power of this force, but rather... erosion.

Why is there so little corrosion on him?

This force is indeed beyond the control of Xin at present. Such a huge erosion fell on Anser, and even he would find it difficult to control it for a while. However, Anser only felt a slightly uncomfortable impact. The chaos and frenzy that he had finally gotten rid of soon came back, but he suppressed it easily.

It would be impossible if it was borne by Xin, because Anser would definitely be able to feel it.

"Xin, what on earth is...?!"

"Hey, where is this? Why does it look so familiar... Oh! Ming Fuluo, you're here too. Hey, Lina is here? Ah! Anser!"

A strange voice that was out of tune with the current atmosphere came from behind Anser, along with it...

"I have lost contact with Nidhogg. Is this... a pure soul realm?"

"Ansel...Mr.?"

Anser turned around and saw the three girls who were extremely important in his life standing there.

"There are some things that even if you calm down, you won't think about them at the first moment, An."

Xin hugged Anser gently and said, "Even though you became so sober, you still didn't want to share your own corruption with Miss Wild Wolf and the others. Um... I should say, you forgot that you could do this, right?"

Ansher stared at Xitana running towards him for a while, then couldn't help laughing.

Yes, sharing... How could I forget that the job of the Qishou is to share the abyss erosion that Hydra has to endure?

Xin can indeed clear the erosion suffered by Anther later, but why let Anther experience such pain and fight again when there are better options?

"If I agree to An... Miss Wild Wolf and the others who know about this will definitely not forgive me."

"Hey! Xin, why are you hugging Ansel so tightly? You did this to Ansel... huh?!"

Hitana, who was originally running towards Anther, suddenly flashed and appeared behind Anther, directly blocking a spell attack for Anther, causing her to scream in pain.

"It hurts so much! You bastards... who the hell are you?!"

As usual, Xitana punched the warlock waving his staff in the distance, but she didn't see the air explosion that should have been caused in reality.

"……what?"

The moment she was stunned, a pair of daggers pierced through space and pierced her heart, but were blocked out of thin air, as if frozen by something, and pressed against Hitana's chest, unable to move forward.

Miss Wolf was startled because her intuition, which always worked well, did not work at the first opportunity. It was not that it was completely useless, but it was more like it was... suppressed.

"This is a pure soul realm. Don't even think about hitting someone with your fists... Can you harness the power of the soul?"

Ming Furo turned into a petite form and sat on Ansel's shoulder. She was able to stuff her soul into a container like Nidhogg and still keep it stable. Her attainments in the soul were self-evident.

The scholar glanced at Anser with a look that said, "I'll deal with you later," and then directed Xitana: "If you can't do it, then use your unreasonable power. If nothing goes wrong... you should be able to bite the soul to death."

"Oh, that's how it is."

A ferocious smile of a wolf appeared on Hitana's face, and boundless red and black breath surged out, transforming into an endless pack of wolves on this broken and charred land.

She rushed with the wolves and ran into a tall, fully armed warrior head-on, roaring, "Anther's enemies... all must die!"

"...a hopeless violent element." Ming Fuluo shook her head, then looked at the warlock waving his staff and raised her finger expressionlessly.

"A battle in the soul realm should have nothing to do with real-life methods. Although I don't know how it was reproduced, there is no doubt that this fake individual is too...clumsy!"

A simple soul shock burst out from her fingertips, a beam of light that seemed to pierce the sky, and completely annihilated the warlock!

But Ming Fuluo still frowned, because the next second after being annihilated, the warlock recovered completely.

"Winning by sheer numbers? Oh... this is the soul. I was wondering why you are willing to put aside your pride now and know what we, the contract leaders, are for. It turns out you are running out of options."

As she said this, she squinted at Anser and said, "Even now, Xin still brought about the erosion and built a bridge... But it doesn't matter. Although Xitana can't be saved, her words are fine."

If there was anyone besides Anser who felt the most painful about this scene, it was undoubtedly Ming Fuluo, who had listened to a mother's request in that flower field.

"You actually...forced him in this way."

Ming Furo's gaze passed over the five extraordinary people and fell on the soul body with the appearance of Xin.

"Although I don't know what you are, even if you are not human, I will let you know what regret is!"

At the same time, the greedy crow appeared on the other side of Anser and sighed sadly: "How enviable... Miss Xin, you did what I spent a long time to do in just a blink of an eye."

Xin winked at Marlena, "I was able to do this thanks to Miss Crow. I will definitely repay you."

"Haha, I'll remember that, but now... let's deal with Mr. Anser's enemies first."

Marina smiled softly and gracefully raised her left hand with a special snake ring on her ring finger. The four fangs on the Devouring Head ring closed and embedded in her finger.

"Win by quantity..."

She caressed the insatiable snake ring leisurely: "Have I been underestimated, Mr. Anser?"

The shadow of the Devourer swirled around Marina, greedily devouring the surging soul energy in the soul body... Ether? Soul? Even the elements were wanted to be devoured. Of course, the never-satisfied Devourer would accept anyone who came.

Even in the realm of the soul, the power of the spiritual gods cannot be violated!

Hitana was controlling the main battlefield, Ming Furo was shifting her firepower to the side, and Marina was constantly reducing the opponent's strength. Even though it was three against five, the battle situation actually began to develop in a favorable direction!

"See, An? Those erosions mean nothing to them. The most painful thing for them is that they can only watch you suffer."

Xin hugged Anser from behind affectionately and lovingly:

"This has never been... your war alone."

This has never been...my war alone.

Anser never thought of fighting alone. He believed that he had always relied on the strength of Hitana and others. Whenever necessary, he would rely on them without hesitation.

But in reality, did he really believe in them and rely on them unconditionally and forever?

No, trapped by fate, he always believed in himself and wanted to shape them into the way he wanted them to be.

——But this was not wrong. What was wrong was his hesitation.

If he really did not hesitate and relied on the girls wholeheartedly, he should know that no matter it was for revenge or to fight against fate, they would not doubt his thoughts or question his motives, and they would definitely accept all the changes he brought, whether good or bad.

It turns out that... it wasn't me who defeated fate.

It's you.

Ansir Hydra was once imprisoned in a cage forged from everlasting rage and hatred. He overcame his original fate, but not his current one - the fate of self-destruction in order to destroy it.

But... his girls did it, they really jumped out of the framework and calculation of fate and kept reaching out to him.

It was not until this moment that Ansel, whose thoughts were so clear, realized that he had missed so much and had been wrong for so long.

"That's the point now."

The dark and deep fire of the abyss spread from Gleipnir to Anther's entire body, transforming into an armor that would prevent him from being confused or shaken.

His figure rose up, facing the soul body from a distance, and raised the sword of the abyss in his hand: "If I disappoint you again, won't I be the most utterly failed guy in the world?"

The soul was looking at Ansher and didn't make any movement.

Did it really want to weaken Anther's will and defeat him completely by constructing this world and recreating those enemies?

Couldn't fate foresee that Xin would pull all the others into this soul realm, turning them into Anser's helpers to crush all his enemies for him?

The soul body was unable to distinguish Ansel's soul that had merged with its own. It once again took in an extremely large amount of soul, which was enough to shock the already chaotic instinctive consciousness to the brink of dissipation. No matter how fast Marina's swallowing was, there was always a limit.

It wanted to self-destruct, and through this self-destruction, it wanted to achieve "redemption" for Anser. There is no doubt that as a constraint on this huge "soul bomb", the instinctive consciousness died, and the extremely terrifying impact would explode completely. How likely is it that Anser will hit the souls of other girls participating in the battle and make them lose themselves? Perhaps only fate knows.

——And Anser never considered all of the above for a moment.

The layers and calculations of fate will definitely tip the scales in His favor, so He needs to think deeply about every action He takes, but now... no need.

Because fate cannot be absolute. To be precise, facing him and their fate, it cannot be absolute. That's enough.

Once again, Anther lifted up Gleipnir, and the all-encompassing obsidian light rushed into the sky, completely piercing through this soul realm.

The violent soul energy began to impact irregularly, but Shitana did not stop swinging her fists and laughing wildly, Ming Furo's bombardment was still continuous, and Marina's devouring limit was always maintained at the limit of the limit.

To pay attention to fate or not to pay attention to fate, that is the question.

Thinking may be a trap, but is it not a trap if you don’t think? Anser despairs and suffers for this, and finally embarks on a path destined for self-destruction.

But now, paying attention? Thinking? Anser didn't do any of that, but he didn't give up, nor was he unable to make a choice, but... he ignored it, in the true sense, as if that supreme and great thing that existed had never existed.

Because he believed in himself, believed that their absolute rightness transcended everything, transcended... fate.

Is this gambling?

No, at this moment, his thoughts truly surpassed the calculations of fate.

The obsidian of the abyss descends here.

Hydra was reborn.

In an endless pure white space, Ansher opened his eyes.

He destroyed the instinctive consciousness of that soul body without any scruples or hesitations, just as Xin expected, and cut off her past. The final result... He only remembered that the huge soul body that had accumulated for eight hundred years and harvested the souls of all those who drank the Water of Redemption at one time completely lost control of its energy. Xin tried her best to control the endless soul energy that belonged to her, and then... lost consciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, I was here.

“Hehehe…hahahahahaha—”

It was clearly a terrible situation, but Anser couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Because he knew why he was here, and he also knew... who brought him here.

"After being purified, your thinking speed has indeed risen to a very...dangerous level."

"Experience, knowledge, understanding, and perception...everything you experience after that day, when the erosion disappears, becomes the perfect food for your transformation."

In this pure white space, there was a voice that had no emotional ups and downs, but it sounded very comfortable.

It's a sound that cannot be described, that cannot be described with any exact words or even long sentences.

"You could just say I almost died in your hands. No need to be so tactful."

Anser stood up and looked around. The endless pure white did not make him feel comfortable, but it did not stop him from being happy.

"It's meaningless for me to insult you. I hope to have a normal conversation with you - although the possibility of that is very low, just like you survived every time."

"Including this time?" Anser raised the corner of his mouth, "Oh, by the way... after all, if you succeeded this time, you wouldn't have dragged me here to negotiate with me, right?"

"Supreme...Mr. Destiny."