A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 139  The Endless Eternity of Love - II

The boy looked at the seemingly blood-stained, deliberately terrifying font of the title, silently pushing the scene forward.

 "Hydral, it\'s over." In the heavy rain, the tall and slender white-haired woman spat out a mouthful of blood. Although she was covered in scars, her proud and aloof temperament remained undamaged. She raised her chin and sneered, "You\'ve lost all eight of your heads, and you still want to fight the four of us?" "Let\'s end this quickly." Beside her, another woman in a white coat lazily said, "We don\'t have time to waste." "Then let me end his evil deeds." The ethereal voice echoed in Ansel\'s ears. In this memory, he was watching everything from the perspective of a bystander. "…No, Miss Xin, please let me do it." "Hydral," who had been severely injured to the point of blurred vision, heard the sound of boots stepping in the rainwater getting closer. He seemed to want to struggle to stand up but fell to the ground in a pathetic manner.

 [Is this, Hydral?] "Do you think… this can kill me?" "Hehehe… hahahaha! Hydral will never die! I am the endpoint of demons, the end of the abyss! Even if I lose all my pact heads, even if only the origin remains, I will be the hunter who destroys you, I am—" Boom! The roar exploded in the sound of the downpour. The white-haired woman, who had just been standing in place stretching her body, instantly appeared at the location of "Hydral." She stepped on his spine with one foot, breaking it, and brushed her white hair back with an annoyed expression on her face. "It\'s so noisy… Hey, Maiden Saint, aren\'t you going to do something? If you don\'t, I\'ll give him a quick death." Ansel watched in disbelief as this "Hydral" struggled so pitifully and humbly. The power that made the entire empire tremble seemed to have never appeared on him. He was like a mad dog with a broken spine, howling in resentment while being trampled on, unable to change anything. How sad, pitiful, and ridiculous. Now, Ansel felt a little relieved because he was sure this could not be Hydral. No generation of Hydral could ever fall to this level— "…I\'m sorry, Miss Seraphina, I won\'t waste time." All the people\'s faces were somewhat blurred in the heavy rain. Ansel saw a woman with shoulder-length hair walking towards the Hydral, who was being stepped on by the white-haired woman. She knelt on the ground and drew the long sword from her waist. "I\'m sorry." She said apologetically, "I couldn\'t save you. I\'m sorry. This is… the only thing I can do for you now—" "—Mr. Ansel." Boom! As if to tear the sky apart, the lightning split the memory scene and Ansel\'s consciousness. [What did that woman just say?] [What did she call that man who was worse than a dog…?] As Ansel was stunned, the scene, which had just been split by lightning as a performance technique, began to transition gradually. The scene changed from deep black to clear haziness, and with a childish cough and a surprised shout, the scene gradually became emotional. Then, Ansel saw his father and mother. The memories of his childhood flooded Ansel\'s mind. The same opening of the eyes, the same scene, the smiles of his parents at that time were engraved in Ansel\'s memory, unchanged from what he saw now. His father\'s hearty and happy laughter, his mother\'s tired but happy expression… the scene presented by this "game" was exactly the same as the memory Ansel had firmly remembered when he opened his eyes.

So real, so — Terrifying.