Me, Hydra

(How about I set one up too?!)

Anyway, since the monthly vote bounty is already so low....

Don't you want to have a go?

Volume 1: Text - 73 - Visitors from Other Worlds

The war was over, and looking at the devastated battlefield, Michael turned his attention to Gabriel, who was looking away.

"Where are those who were sent away by this god-king named Nuada?"

"Didn't stop them, let them get away."

At the news, Michael frowned.

"In that direction?"

"Judging from the passage exposed by the wall, it should be the East. When we're in pursuit they'll decide who to block by drawing lots, and in a state of burning life it's hard for these Holy Spirit level angels to finish the job."

Hearing Gabriel's words, Michael thought for a moment, then shook his head indifferently. The armor on his body slowly turned translucent and disappeared, and the white robe filled Michael's body with the same sense of tranquility and peace, just as it was towards the "sincerity as God" as said in the stable.

"How is Northern Europe now?"

"The candle flame is faint, but it still can't be extinguished."

"...What about the East? The world the Celts fled from."

At the news, Gabriel closed his eyes and shook his head after a moment's thought.

"The wall leading from here to there is far too strong, and it would have been impossible to shatter the wall if Nuada hadn't burned the immortal divinity within it. It would now take at least three hundred years to create a passageway strong enough to pass through the Angel Legion. To be able to have such a wall, there should be a huge civilization, land, and faith there."

At the news, Michael nodded.

"Let's prepare it, then."

"Prepare?"

"Right. Prepare for the large wall-breaking technique, and in three hundred years, the Cross Angels will march east! To spread the glory of the Father to the more distant other side of the stars!!!"

After hearing Michael's words, Gabriel nodded silently after a moment of silence.

Watching Gabriel's departing figure, Michael's eyes crinkled slightly.

"Gabriel, remember who created you..."

At the news, Gabriel nodded silently. Then his head and continued to leave without looking back.

On the other hand, Hydra had already contacted the legendary five old sea gods through Medusa. Sea Friendly - Nereus, Sea Wonder - Taumas, Sea Wrath - Fulkus, Sea Crisis - -Engraved Tor, the Power of the Sea - Eurubia.

But somewhat to Hydra's dismay, one of the Primordial Gods, Pontos, the original sea ortho, the symbol of pitch blackness and chaos, seems to have fallen asleep like the other Primordial Gods.

But this was to be expected, the Primordial Gods had not shown their existence or miracles for a long time, even many of the Greek Naiads had forgotten their names, and unless they had specifically studied them, it was impossible to know that there would be such a person.

Although there was no confirmation, Hydra always felt a strong sense of crisis in the underworld, it was definitely not conceived out of thin air. At Hydra's level, it was simply impossible for the senses to be as sentimental as a mortal's, so where exactly did this crisis come from? Mount Olympus? The Book of the Dead? Nordic? Or the angel who appeared in Northern Europe with a doomsday horn in his hand?

There was no way to talk about any of this, but Hydra didn't care about these things right now, because if they had the strength, they would have attacked long ago, and it was better to take care of the trouble at hand than to worry unnecessarily where they were.

Because of Poseidon's blockade of the moisture southwest of Sparta, the southwest sea was always covered in fog lately, which caused many of the inhabitants who depended on fishing to live grumbling.

Poseidon's power was very strong, after all, the ocean was a big fat meat rich in the power of faith, with the power of faith, Poseidon could naturally suppress the five old gods of the sea, including Fulkus. But if he had his own help, then those Old Gods of the Sea would never let go of this opportunity to beat up a downed dog.

Just thinking about it, Hydra suddenly felt the wall on Mount Olympus suddenly shatter.

"???"

Mount Olympia was on the southwest corner of the Peloponnese, and although it was very far from Sparta, Hydra could still feel the current situation there, relying on the application of the Earth Goddess Grid.

A group of warriors in strange costumes teleported over from the wall-shattered passageway, but they all seemed to have experienced bloodshed, led by a purple-haired imperial sister, and although she was an imperial sister, Hydra could feel very long ago from her, as if she was an eldritch species.

"Another... no, a group of people from another world?"

As she thought about it, Hydra frowned.

For Hydra, too much exposure to other worlds was not a good thing for a very simple reason. From that angel that appeared in Northern Europe, it could be seen that not all worlds were full of goodwill, even Northern Europe would only join forces with her because she had a deal with her plus the fact that Northern Europe was now in very serious internal strife.

And these people are full of blood stains, they are not good birds at a glance....

Tickets, tickets, tickets, tickets, tickets!

I'm guessing we'll be doing five shifts today....

I was wondering if I should add an update cap to the reward for the tickets.

Volume I: Text-74 - Celtic and Hydra

"Who are you guys? Why are you on my territory?"

A figure made of yellow earth appeared in front of Skaha, which put Skaha on alert.

Or rather, it wasn't just Skaha who was wary, Hydra's heart was just as wary. The events in Northern Europe had rung many things for Hydra, not the least of which was the legendary Black Forest Code.

Now that was the kind of Black Forest Law that every mythical world didn't want to reveal its position for no other reason than they couldn't be sure if the other deepening was done with good or bad intentions, and they couldn't know what kind of attitude the other myths actually had towards them. No one wanted to expose their own mythic world until they knew the other.

In particular, Hydra had learned from Odin the idea of a Christian theocracy, and in history, Christianity could be said to have been the underdog, with the events of his own previous life's memory of the Crusades still clear to this day.

The so-called Crusades were the famous religious military campaigns that lasted for nearly 200 years under the Pope's mandate, waged by the feudal lords and knights of Western Europe against the countries on the eastern shore of the Mediterranean Sea in the name of recovering lands occupied by Arab invasion. There were a total of eight before and after.

Those who participated in the Crusades were not well paid, but the almost brainwashed religious power made them willing to throw away their lives for a bronze Templar medallion representing the messenger of God.

Hydra wasn't against religion, as most religions advised people to do good, but those who used the power of religion for their own gain were nothing short of villains.

Because of this, many religions were infinitely degraded in later times "I'm sorry to step on your territory without permission, but please believe us, we mean no harm."

Hearing the Chinese of Skaha, Hydra raised an eyebrow.

"If you were me, would you want to believe what you're saying now!?"

"...our homeworld received an invasion by a group of angels, and in order to survive, we broke down the wall and came here."

"Impossible! The solidity of the wall is simply not something that a man of your power can break."

Hearing Hydra's words, Skaha shook his head helplessly, then said slightly sadly, "It wasn't me who shattered it, but our God King, Nuada, shattered it by burning the immortal divinity within his body."

Upon hearing this, Hydra, who was sitting in the Great Divine Palace, fell into contemplation, and although Nuada God King Hydra did not know much about it, he naturally understood it under his previous life's ears and eyes. Among the world's many myths, Nuada wasn't exactly famous. Of course, this was inseparably related to the crackdown on the faithful of other gods during the original Crusades.

Unprovoked killing in the name of the gods was very repulsive no matter who it killed.

".......Wait! The Crusades?!"