Me, Hydra

"Candy?"

Nodding, Socrates was about to say something when the bathroom door was suddenly flung open by a familiar person.

"Chief Instructor?! Why are you here?"

The one who came was none other than the head instructor of the Spartan army of the Sword Spartan Praetorian Guard, the Spartan warrior known as the Cleaver by the people of the gladiatorial arena.

"Well, just call me by my name here, my name is Connor, so you don't have to be so formal when you see me outside the army."

On hearing that, the Quintus and the others nodded. After stepping into the large bath, Connor took a breath and said, "The candy that little guy over there talks about is actually a mixture of arsenic and juice gumdrops, which are wrapped in our nut shells and hidden in our mouths until we start a war, to be used for self-mutilation when we are captured or lost in combat. Of course, in addition to self-cutting we can also peel off the outer coating and use it for special infiltration operations such as poisoning, colorless and tasteless arsenic is good stuff, and it's not really a secret at all. But it's better not to talk about it outside, leaking military intelligence is heavily punished in Sparta~"

"Eh... then why is the Chief Instructor still talking to us?"

At the words, Connor shook his head indifferently.

"Your words shouldn't matter, you are all people trusted by Lord Hydra. I don't think anyone will still be discontented after seeing the broad-mindedness of Lord Hydra, that originally stubborn as a block of wood wise council is still not obeying Lord Hydra respectfully now~ Believing in Lord Hydra is much better than believing in those useless gods."

Hearing Connor's words, Thor on the other hand was a little embarrassed, but Thor also knew that this was talking about those gods of Olympus, so he didn't take it to heart.

"By the way, I've heard there's a weapon that you can stab into and bleed to death, why isn't Sparta's army equipped with it?"

At Socrates' words, Connor shrugged his shoulders.

"You're talking about military spurs, I suppose? It's useful, but in close combat, it's not just stabbing, but also chopping, slashing and slashing. The spur is too limited in close combat, although it can't stop the bleeding if you stab into it, I use the axe well, the axe attack is mainly chopping, the spur is not as good as the mallet for me ~ so we usually use the three-pronged spur on the spear or bow and arrow. Of course, there's no shortage of good people in our army who use the saber. It's a bloody thing, stabbing in, twisting and pulling. The muscles and blood vessels inside were broken in a mess. At that time, even if the temple priests healed the wounds people wouldn't survive~"

"Then why don't you learn how to use the military spurs?"

"Because I could have chopped that man up before the saber stabbed into me."

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Volume 1: Text-34-Tifon's Message

The Nemean Fierce Lion finally listened to Raze and came to the legendary city of Sparta.

In order not to cause unnecessary commotion, the Nemean Lion had deliberately shrunk its body, but as the heir of the giant dragon Typhon, even after shrinking, the Nemean Lion was still as tall as two cows.

When walking on the street, except for a few passersby who gave him a surprised look, there was nothing that came to trouble him, and from time to time, other beasts could be seen walking on the street in a hurry. There had even been centaurs, eagle-bodied banshees, and other not-so-aligned orcs in the sight of the Nymeria Fierce Lion.

"It's hard to imagine that such a grotesque city could actually appear in this world..."

As he thought about it, the Nemean Lion began to carefully examine his surroundings, as Raze said, the entire Sparta was filled with vigor and vitality, which was much better than the cities he saw that believed in the gods of Olympus. The thought of those dead main city, the Nimian fierce lion is a moment of regret, if the gods also learn self-criticism, then the world must be thriving now.

As he thought to himself, the Fierce Nemean Lion sighed helplessly.

In fact, the Nimian Lion is much quieter than his siblings, in addition to in Nimia and other places will occasionally go out to fight the teeth sacrifice outside and do nothing of the wrath of God and people, but unfortunately, the lion sits in the nest, the pot from heaven.

Just thinking about it, the sand between the tiles in front of the fierce lion of Nimeria rose up in a human form.

"Hydra?"

Nodding, Hydra said in a low, hoarse voice through the human form condensed by the Earth God Grid, "Don't worry about that for now, go to the Great Shrine first, I'll wait for you there. I could easily cause a riot if I show up on the street without warning."

Upon hearing that, the Nemean Fierce Lion nodded at the reverent looking people around him.

"Got it, I'm on my way."

As he said that, the Nemean Fierce Lion, not suppressing his speed, produced wings behind his back and turned into a scorpion lion state and quickly flew towards the Great Shrine located in the center of the main city.

The Great Divine Palace was very grand and glorious. After being decorated by an unknown number of Spartan artisans, although the entire Great God Palace was filled with all sorts of exotic treasures, it did not have the slightest air of vulgarity.

As soon as they entered, before the Nymeria Fierce Lion could say anything, two young girls pounced on them at once.

"Brother Sang~~~"

With a helpless glance at Euryale and Steno who were holding their two legs, the Nemean Fierce Lion looked very speechless.

"You two together are over seven hundred years old, why are you still so impetuous, obviously younger than you two, look at the other Medusa...and look at you...you guys should set an example for your sister instead..."

Hearing the words of the Nemean Fierce Lion, Stheno trailed off in displeasure.

"Che, start preaching as soon as you arrive. Ignore you~"

As he said that, Steno drifted off to the side of the lounge chair and whistled unhappily.

This caused the Nymeria Fierce Lion on the side to be very frustrated.

The three Gorgon sisters and the Nemea Fierce Lion were half-brothers and sisters, and although their fathers were both Typhon, the mother of the three Gorgon sisters was the embodiment of the deep sea, the primordial sea god Fulkus. Her own mother, on the other hand, was the female serpent Echidna.

Shaking her head sadly, Hydra, on the other hand, spoke.

"Ignore such trivial matters for a moment, brother do you have any connection to our other cyborgs?"

At the words, the Nemean Fierce Lion nodded.

"As the eldest son, I have some connection to them. Which of the Sphinxes spends his days asking riddles to pedestrians on the cliffs near Theban, and eating them if he gets the answer wrong. The Caucasian hawk is eating Prometheus' liver every day, it should be the top ranked among our many brothers in terms of strength alone, after all... Prometheus' liver will continue to grow as long as humans are still using fire. Constantly feeding on sticky, divine entrails, I have a feeling that Caucasus may have been assimilated by Zeus and the others..."

At the news, Hydra nodded slightly, and was about to say something when the Nemean Fierce Lion suddenly said something shocking.

"By the way, our father isn't actually dead yet."

"What?"

Not only Hydra, but also the three Gorgon sisters and those of Hydra's cyborgs who had been paddling in the water all let out a scream in unison.

"Impossible, there's no way Zeus would let Typhon go unchecked, Typhon is a threat that must be eradicated!"

At the news, the Nemean Fierce Lion shook his head.

"It's true, you know, our father's power is too great."

When Typhon challenged the gods, the stars were either misaligned or fell into the sea, and the sun and moon appeared at the same time. Typhon struck the carriage of the sun god with a punch. The god of the moon fought Typhon with a bow and arrow in hand, but landed bruised and battered. The wind gods of the four directions also suffered, and the mere sight of Typhon cracked their godheads. Typhon rushed back into the sea. Even the deepest part of the ocean was not as deep as this Typhon's waist. Churning the sea, it stirred up huge waves, splitting the waves and pulling Poseidon's carriage hard out of the water. Hades' dungeon was too far away for Typhon to pay any attention to it, and Hades was good enough not to rush out with a double-staffed fork in hand to fight for his life.

At that time, Typhon even threatened to teach Hera to be a bitch, to demote the gods to slaves, to free the giants of the abyss, and to reunite heaven and earth into chaos.

The defeat of Typhon was expected, as Zeus' grandfather transformed into a shepherd boy and made Typhon drunk with magical sounds, and then Zeus and the other gods attacked. But even so, Typhon did not die, but only fell into a deep sleep because he was seriously injured.

In the end, the helpless gods crushed Typhon under Mount Etna in Sicily.

"In summary, our father was sealed beneath Mount Etna by the gods because he was seriously wounded and asleep..."

At the news, Hydra frowned.

"That's a tough one, Sicily then... it's not in our jurisdiction, which means that it should be full of the gods' prohibitions right now..."

As he said that, Hydra was in deep thought, it was undoubtedly great news that Typhon wasn't dead. However, the current Typhon was in a sealed state, which meant that the chances of rescuing Typhon now were infinitely close to zero.

Shaking his head, Hydra's expression suddenly stretched.