A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 497 Phantasm Armament - II

After an indeterminate amount of time, the grand gates of Anthicheg's palace slowly creaked open.

Ansel , who had come to confront the Empress, stood resolutely at the entrance, leaning on his scepter.

"Why not come in, Ansel?"

A voice echoed from the depths of the hall, causing Ansel to raise an eyebrow slightly. The seductive tone, dripping with disdain... made it clear that the Empress held him in utter, utter contempt.

However, provoking a divine species without wielding the necessary power was foolish, and the Empress's current attitude of complete control was, in fact, expected.

The young Hydral merely smiled and walked calmly into the hall.

The palace doors closed with a thunderous grind, and the flamboyant blood flames ignited in the braziers on either side of the hall.

Anthicheg remained as Ansel had last seen it, with the grand canopy bed positioned before the Source Flame. This time, however, the Empress was not reclining behind the curtains.

She stood at the forefront, her gaze as if she intended to devour him whole.

"It has been some time, Your Majesty."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Ansel maintained his composed demeanor, but Ephesande had no patience for pleasantries. In an instant, she appeared before Ansel, reaching out to caress his face, her eyes betraying her greed.

"Look at you... Ansel."

The woman chuckled softly with delight. "What brings you to me at this hour, hmm?"

She savored the pleasure of touching the young man before her. Ephesande suddenly understood why her foolish daughter was so infatuated with Ansel.

His unparalleled quality was one thing, but more importantly, he ignited their divine desire for... conquest.

Conquering the continent could never compare to the joy of conquering a divine being.

The thrill of manipulating, toying with, and eventually ravaging the future divine species, the son of her late adversary, exceeded Ephesande's wildest imaginations.

Yet, beneath this pleasure, her pursuit remained unchanged.

The last words were almost a scream, and the force she applied to Ansel's face intensified abruptly. Her sudden hysteria, despite her current beauty, was chilling.

Ansel merely smiled and gently pushed Ephesande away, speaking calmly:

"I wish to make a deal with you, Your Majesty."

"...A deal? What kind of deal? Power? Evora? Me? The Empire?

It doesn't matter! Tell me! Tell me what your spirit essence is!"

Ephesande, not yet having received an answer, had transformed from her earlier seductive allure into a frenzied, tyrannical figure... This was the true end of a divine species—utter madness, unable to control emotions or self.

The blood flames above Anthicheg surged violently, their brutal pressure sweeping across the entire imperial city, even causing some passersby to die of fright, collapsing with pale faces.

"Please calm down, Your Majesty... I will give you the answer now."

Ansel, however, remained serene. After making that heartfelt decision, he had never felt so calm.

The all-consuming darkness spread from beneath Ansel's feet in all directions.

The Source Flame within Anthicheg swelled instantly, not in hostility, but in a kind of... joy.

The joy of being fed.

Under the suppression of the Source Flame, the abyss Ansel unleashed was confined to a radius of about three meters around him. Ephesande, gazing at the emerging darkness and the writhing, grotesque tendrils extending from it, seemed entranced, reaching her hand into the fearsome blackness.

"Ah... ah!!"

Ephesande's body trembled violently, her unsteady legs making her appear on the verge of collapse. She emitted utterly indecent moans and gasps, her eyes filled with twisted fervor and madness, sending chills down one's spine.

"I see it... I see it!"

Her eyes were gradually stained with darkness, yet the Flamefeast Royal's all-consuming fire burned them in turn. The two forces tugged at each other repeatedly, making it nearly impossible to discern the victor.

Ephesande's flushed face and frenzied expression seemed to indicate that she didn't care about the erosion; all her attention was focused on what she "saw."