Me, Hydra

There was a bit of a sigh in Raz's voice as he said it.

There were far more things that had happened in the past few years than one would expect, the most important of which, besides the city of Sparta, was the complete shattering of the wall between Northern Europe and Greece.

Of course, even if it was completely shattered, the walls of Northern Europe and Greece still separated the gods, and if Zeus wanted to go to Northern Europe, then the first thing he had to do was to seal his immortal divinity completely before he could travel to Northern Europe as a brave or an ordinary man.

The Nordic wall was in the extreme east of the atrium, and when the original gap in the wall was still just a small hole Odin could seal it underground in the Golden Palace with a space rune, but now that the wall was completely shattered, it wasn't something that could be sealed at will....

The Greek wall is on Mount Olympus in the Peloponnese, the so-called Mount Olympus is the name of a later time, this is the place where the Olympic Games were held in ancient Greece. Now, however, it has become the border between northern Europe and Greece, and for a variety of reasons, a number of merchants have formed caravans, because the profits are so high.

In Sparta, two copper coins can fill a large cup of barley wine to Mount Olympus can be exchanged with the group of Vikings who weave their beards into a twist for a good animal skin, as well as tea, sugar, salt, soy sauce and other household goods are best-sellers, Nordic gems, minerals and even dwarf craftsmen to create a fine iron are constantly flowing into Sparta through the caravans.

Of course, nowadays, there is no such convenient living conditions as in later times, it often takes more than a month for ordinary people to travel from Sparta to Mount Olympus, and they have to make sure that they won't be robbed by Viking bandits smuggled in from northern Europe or bandits from other parts of Greece.

The risk is directly proportional to the reward, and completing a single trade basically means that the entire caravan doesn't have to worry about the second half of their lives.

"The circulation of culture promotes the progress of civilization, but that's not bad at all..."

As he said it, Raze shook his head slightly.

Shrugging his shoulders, General Gerald drained his mug of barley wine.

"Yeah, there's been quite a few Viking warriors in Sparta's great gladiatorial arena now, and even the rankings are starting to produce a drastic change in rankings, except for the top three hundred, which have remained the same."

Upon hearing that, Raz shrugged his shoulders.

"No matter what, the Spartan Forbidden Army is also our Sparta's most elite unit, and I'd only be confused if theirs lost their ranking. But then again, that guy from your Northern Europe named Ziggy Fly has been gaining quite a bit of momentum lately, going from a thousand to the top five hundred all of a sudden. After a while it's probably going to be in the top four hundred, right?"

After some thought, Gerald shrugged his shoulders.

"To be fair, we Norse aren't as weak as you think. What Siegfried said... I've heard a little bit about it, he seems to have defeated the dragon Fafner. Fafner's blood then caused Siegfried's body to be sufficiently strengthened. It seems like he came here to hone his martial skills."

"The one who slays a dragon will one day become a dragon. Have you heard of that saying?"

"Well?"

With a glance at Gerald beside him, Raze said matter-of-factly.

"He who gazes into the abyss will gaze back into it, and he who stalks the evil dragon for too long will himself become the evil dragon. It's not always good when people are firmly on a path, because in your mind you have decided that the path will go on until the end. But what if the path is wrong in the first place?"

"That young man called Qiegfei didn't come to sharpen his martial skills, because I've seen him fight, and in terms of martial skills alone, he's reached a certain bottleneck that can't be broken through by sharpening alone. He's here to choose the path. Until there is a choice, each path cannot see the future, only when one chooses a certain path completely will one see their future with a naked eye, and when the future can be seen with one's naked eye, then there is no going back."

Startled for a moment, Gerald spread his hands.

"I admit you have a point, and it's no wonder you were chosen to manage Sparta. But with all that said...how about a game of Quint?"

"Of course, my squirrel deck is a very strong one."

"Yeah? Then it looks like I'll have to sacrifice my Northern Domain deck~"

........

That said, starting tomorrow, the daily updates will remain the same and the word count will be raised by 500.

The reward...let's leave it unchanged for now, it's still manageable.

Volume 1: Text - 44 - Speech

New Year is a foreign word to Sparta.

But for Hydra, it was perhaps the only thing that could call upon its own bits and pieces of memory.

Although Hydra had once envisioned making a bronze cannon, there always seemed to be an underworld force that interfered with Hydra's progress.

In fact, the only obstacle to bronze cannons in times like this would be the purity of the steel, but with the fine ores from Northern Europe, such things could be overcome completely. The making of gunpowder is basically known to anyone who has studied a little chemistry.

According to the ancient Chinese saying: "Sulfur, male rhubarb combined with saltpeter, and burned with honey. The "honey" here is, of course, the "honey" of honey. When honey is heated, it turns into charcoal. Sulfur, saltpeter and charcoal are mixed together, and this is the simplest recipe for gunpowder. And this recipe already appeared in the eighth and ninth century.......

Hydra was sure what era he was in now, but one thing was clear: the raw materials for the gunpowder were all ready, but no matter what, invariably among the hundreds of experiments, they all failed due to unexpected circumstances, such as the sudden dampness of the gunpowder, the sudden collapse of the ore body, and so on.

It was as if the heavens were against them, it was unbelievable....

As I was thinking, there was a sudden knock on the door of the Great Shrine.

"Great God, the celebration is ready, when are you going to make your appearance?"

At the words, Hydra shook her head indifferently after a moment's contemplation.

"Now go on..."

As he said that, Hydra stood up, after all the events of this time, Hydra's strength, though not far beyond what it was at first, had risen by almost a tenth of its strength, of course, this tenth was a tenth of a head, and separately, it was equal to nine heads, including Hydra, rising by a tenth of Zeus' combat power.

Of this, much of it was due to the head of space....

The J J that Ouranos fell into the Bottomless Abyss kept flowing blood with a strong divine nature, the blood of the Primordial Gods, far beyond what the unconventional New Gods could compare to, as evidenced by the countless demons in the Aegean Sea.

Rather bitterly for Seven....

Hard to hold a certain male symbol in his mouth for more than half a month.

Seven was the head of space, and although he couldn't perform spatial control, his mastery of his own spatial expansion had reached a certain bottleneck. Although it was only a mouth, but if calculated in terms of capacity, it could easily swallow the entire Spartan City.

But even so, knowing that you have someone else's J J in your mouth is pathetic enough....

Now that I think about it, it's a good thing the taste was not shared in the first place... Oh....

Shaking his head, Hedra walked out of the Great Shrine, the Great Shrine was established in the central location of Sparta, as well as the landmark of Sparta City, basically before entering Sparta Achievement can see the Great Shrine outside the city.

The Great Shrine was closed all year round, and no one could enter or leave at will except for the Shrine guards, with the exception of Raze and others, of course.

Hydra did not doubt Raze's loyalty, because if Raze had a different heart, he would have left her during the hundred years of her slumber.

In the 100 years of his own sleep, Raze alone and bitterly supporting Hydra in the Aegean Sea and the gods divided territory, word without Hydra sheltered Raze, can imagine just ordinary people Raze to face how much suffering and temptation.

"The city of Sparta has been established for over fifty years..."

These were Hydra's first words, and although they were not loud, they were heard throughout Spartan City.

Hearing Hydra's words, the entire area around the Great Shrine fell silent, leaving only the crackling of bonfires in the empty night.

"In these fifty years, we have accomplished great things that the Athenians could not accomplish in five hundred years. The Great Way is in full bloom! Choose the virtuous and the capable, and practice faith and amity. Not only their relatives, not only their sons, the old have their end, the strong have their use, the young have their strength. The widowed, the widowed, the orphaned, the lonely, the invalid are all provided for! Men have a share, women have a home! Eight hundred miles of Sparta! Not a single thief! Spartan City, not a spare soul! Fifty years ago, there was a wasteland beneath our feet! No decent roads, no culture to be proud of. But, now! Wherever you go you can say you're a Spartan! And people are not looking at you with the scorn they had at first, but with intense envy!"

"We have the most complete heritage of knowledge! We have the best unrivaled army! We have the proudest faith!"

"Power! Glory! Martyrdom! Bravery! Class! Soul! Honest! Cruel! Briefly! Knowledge! The Ten Commandments are known to each of us, he is engraved in each of our souls! Even if we kill all the Spartans! Burn down the city of Sparta! Our Ten Commandments are still engraved on the land where we once existed!"

"In this prologue of spring, when all things are about to be restored! Let's shout! Hail Hydra!!!"

"Long live the Hydra!!!"