A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 428: Parents and Children - I

One million five hundred thousand meters, a distance utterly beyond the comprehension of the illiterate Miss Seraphina.

She merely felt as if Falcon, carrying her and Helen, had barely exchanged a few words before whooshing through the endless ocean formed by the convergence of annihilative essences.

"Can Head of Wind… even accomplish such a feat?"

Helen suddenly inquired, "Lord Falcon, the 'air currents' you manipulate seem capable of evading even a destructive amalgam of this magnitude."

Upon hearing anything related to the head of wind, Seraphina's ears perked up instantly, and she soon heard Falcon's gentle response:

"True strength invariably converges through diverse paths... It's merely a minor technique, not greatly related to the power bestowed by our master. Lawrence and the others have their own methods to evade these essences, otherwise, they couldn't wait for us in the deepest layers. As for the special powers of the Head of Wind..."

Falcon glanced back at Seraphina and chuckled softly, "Once this journey concludes, my mission will also come to an end. Miss Seraphina, I will do my utmost to assist you."

"Hehe, thank you!"

Seraphina flashed a brilliantly happy smile while provocatively glancing sideways at Helen.

Shut up about your so-called "father"... does taking such underhanded tactics make any sense? Aren't you still unable to win the pact ring given by Ansel?

I already own two! Yes, two! And I have Mr. Flamelle's two pact heads guiding me, you'll never catch up to me in this lifetime!

Helen ignored Seraphina, her gaze fixed on the endless pure darkness. If not for the azure glow emanating from Falcon himself, they might as well have been blind.

"So, what comes next... are we to witness a battle?"

"A battle? No, Miss Helen," Falcon spoke with a fervor and excitement, "That is an artistry crafted by the master."

As soon as he finished speaking, Helen and Seraphina saw a dazzling light amidst the endless darkness and destruction.

A light capable of annihilating destruction itself.

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"Ah, Young Lord!"

The corpulent rat, radiating a blood-red glow, paddled its limbs in a doggy paddle motion, "swimming" over to Ansel and landing on his shoulder, "I've been waiting for you! You didn't see me just now in my glorious might, pinning that freak to the ground and beating him mercilessly!"

"Is that so?" Ansel scratched Lawrence's chin, barely suppressing a chuckle, "But why then, did Falcon mention you gave up after dying two hundred and sixty-seven times?"

Lawrence, half-squinting, was initially startled, then furiously retorted, "That loose-beaked creature is slandering me! You mustn't believe it, Young Lord!"

"Right, he actually died thirty-five more times just now," the sorcerer's lazy voice echoed from the darkness.

"Torado, shut up!"

Lawrence, utterly exasperated, shouted, "I'm not dead if my true body isn't dead!"

Ansel's azure eyes pierced the darkness, capturing the pact heads who were idly conversing amidst the ultimate obliteration of essence.

Tyrus, the Head of Strength; Toradon, the Head of Magic; Saville, the Head of Spirit; Lawrence, the Head of Devouring; and Falcon, the Head of Wind, who was guarding Helen and Seraphina not far away—five of the seven existing pact heads of Hydral's were present here.

The Head of Darkness and the Head of the Abyss were still on the other side of the Celestial Path mountains, on the continent dominated by that Holy Church, attending to some matters. And the Head of Souls, once one of the eight...

The Head of Souls perished six years ago, in an unforeseen… murder that not even Flamelle had anticipated, which thrust Ansel, Flamelle, Annelisa, and the current Hydral clan into this dire strait.

"Young lord," Saville appeared behind Ansel, his voice soft, "Are you well?"

"... Why do you ask, Saville?" The young Hydral turned to look at the old butler who had accompanied him as he grew up, and asked with a smile, "Does my expression appear that dreadful?"

The elder remained silent for a moment, then sighed, "My apologies for bringing up such an irrelevant topic, please pay it no mind."

Ansel did not respond; his gaze traversed the endless annihilation, reaching the deepest layer of the Zero Realm Enigma's extinction—if not for Flamelle's protection, the very concept of "gaze" would be annihilated by the nearly infinite essence of annihilation.

He saw, at the end of this abyss of destruction, an irregular… polyhedron, quietly suspended there.

It was absorbing endless annihilation and destruction, merging with all the destructive essence of this 1.5 million-meter depth, perhaps existing here for tens of thousands of years.

"Concepts exist," Ansel said.

"There's a slight tendency to transform into a life form... perhaps in another hundred thousand years?"

Lawrence shrugged, "But before that, it will inevitably encounter some fearless adventurers. Although it's a bit difficult... if three or four of the fifth stage are thrown in, it's not impossible to conquer. So if I were serious, cough! I wouldn't die so many times... I mean, make so many mistakes."

"It's not difficult to shatter it into pure essence, but to turn it into a usable material..."

Toradon spoke with uncontainable excitement, "Indeed, only our master could accomplish this."

He began to mutter a string of terms that baffled the listener, while Lawrence rolled his eyes and Saville smiled and shook his head.

"Master, shall we begin dealing with this entity?"

Tyrus's voice emerged from the darkness.

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"Let's begin, Tyrus, start by... greeting this little fellow."

Flamelle, still holding the scepter with an elegant posture, nodded with a smile.

The next moment, within the boundless annihilative essence, a colossal phantom slowly raised its head.

Tyrus, originally shrouded in darkness and invisible without emitting light, suddenly materialized his giant-like form, which expanded at a terrifying rate. His bulging muscles, like the rocky peaks of mountains, were purely physical strength... already surpassing the endless annihilation within this infernal realm!

Deep within the abyss of annihilation, the irregular polyhedron trembled wildly the moment it sensed the essence of the Hydral's true form from Tyrus, its ignorant consciousness lashing out its power in all directions due to immense fear, stirring up a maelstrom of destruction.

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