A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 714 Hydral and Faust - II

Clang—

The Duke of Wyvern abruptly stood up, creating a tremendous noise.

"Lord Ansel," he immediately turned to Ansel, forgetting to address him as Hydral.

His amber-brown pupils twisted slightly, showing signs of transforming into vertical slits:

"Is this insolent person the method you speak of?"

The insolent one who had battled him fiercely three years ago and subsequently vanished - Faust.

"Insolent?"

Faust, standing at the conference room door, sneered. "You seem to hold yourself in too high regard, Clement."

"Do you believe you're some inviolable existence?"

"Faust!" the Duke of Wyvern roared, "How dare you—"

"Noisy," the black-haired youth said expressionlessly, his hand already on his sword hilt.

The other extraordinary beings' expressions changed. The Duke of Wyvern's strength was evident from his seat closest to Ansel.

This monster, who had been evenly matched with him three years ago and now dared to show disrespect in Hydral's presence, if a fight broke out here...

"Enough, Lord Wyvern, Lord Faust," Ansel spoke, and both immediately fell silent—naturally due to his gentle tone, and certainly not because of the wildly dancing nine-headed serpent shadow projected on the wall.

The mere glimpse of Hydral's shadow sent chills down the spines of all present extraordinary beings, sensing that spine-chilling aura of destruction.

"We now have a common goal: to eliminate Evora, the calamity that threatens to destroy the empire's order," Hydral's gaze swept across each extraordinary being present, his smile warm as he continued, "Whatever conflicts you may have, they must be set aside until this objective is achieved."

"This is not a request, but an order."

This firmness, coming from the famously gentle Hydral, was somewhat surprising. Yet, given the circumstances, no one found it strange. All accepted Ansel's leadership as natural, save for one whose trigger point had been hit.

Silent and slowly sitting down, the Duke of Wyvern's skin beneath his outer garment... began to manifest dense dragon scales.

One is to infinitely stack quantity, akin to the Duke of Bloodust's cruel plan to use nine million people as kindling - brutal but undeniably effective.

The other approach is to enhance the overall strength of the protection, preventing the Feast Flames from easily consuming the protective barrier.

Evidently, as the embodiment of the world's information flow, the Abyss represents the entity that would require the most effort for the Feast Flames to incinerate.

However, numerous questions now arose - not about eliminating Evora, but about Faust himself.

How could the world suddenly produce a being... with such an extraordinarily high affinity for the Abyss, capable of materializing the most complex power in existence?

Theoretically, shouldn't this feat be achievable only by Hydral?

At this juncture, Ansel spoke opportunely: "While I too can create Abyssal matter like Lord Faust, it's... not quite suitable for protection."

In the next instant, the entire conference hall - walls and floor alike - plunged into a pitch-black morass! Countless tentacles emerged from the dark quagmire, writhing like living entities. They exuded a terrifying magical power that threatened to drag one's very soul to the bottomless depths of the Abyss, tearing and warping reality, reducing everything to nothingness and chaos.

The extraordinary beings were struck with overwhelming terror. Some even instinctively retaliated against the air, only to realize upon regaining their senses that the seemingly all-consuming Abyss was merely... an illusion.

The source? Nothing more than the obsidian substance condensed in Ansel's palm.

"As you've witnessed," Ansel's tone carried a hint of resignation, "the substance I've refined - let's call it Abyssal matter - can indeed greatly resist the incineration of the Feast Flames. However, it would also indiscriminately subject you all to Abyssal corruption."

"If you were to be covered by my Abyssal matter, you'd likely be incapable of normal combat within minutes."

"Lord Faust's Abyssal matter, however, is far less potent than mine. At the very least, when covered by it, the effect on you won't be as dramatic as what you've just experienced. Nevertheless... some degree of corruption is ultimately unavoidable."

Hydral sighed softly: "This is the 'rashness' I spoke of. Voluntarily accepting Lord Faust's Abyssal coverage ensures your freedom of movement within the Feast Flames, but at the cost of inevitable Abyssal corruption."

"Though challenging, I believe that to eradicate the source of calamity, to allow you all to bask in the glory of the new order hereafter, this small risk..."

He gazed at each extraordinary being present, his eyes brimming with earnest sincerity, concealing beneath them the deepest malevolence.

"Should be acceptable, don't you agree?"

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