Me, Hydra

As he said that, Gabriel shook his own palm. Despite being called the Angel of the Accusation of Death, Gabriel had always believed that Michael was the most ruthless and cold-hearted being in the entire Land of Light.

With a glance at the hole in the side of the tree, Michael shook his head.

"The glory of the Lord needs to be shown to more people, and from now on, they are the Adam and Eve of this world."

And while all of northern Europe was plunged into endless warfare, on the other side, in the festive city of Sparta, Hydra rose to her feet. With a glance at Skaha beside him, Hydra said quietly, "I'm leaving Sparta for a while..."

"Why?"

"Because opportunity knocks-"

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Volume 1: Text - 125 - Hydra the Incursionist

Wielding the Gungnir as hard as he could, Odin's falcon-like gaze landed straight on Fenrir's body in front of him.

Feeling the wounds on his body that had been torn by Fenrir, Odin sighed.

"Surely na, you carry the destiny of god-killing on your back. Can't imagine why Loki would let you be born into this world..."

Hearing Odin's words, Fenrir gave a low whistle, and then some calm was revealed in that dark green gaze instead.

"This was all set before it even began in the first place, and now, I will carry out that destiny that belongs to me..."

As he did, Fenrir once again rushed at the Odin in front of him, the blood from his body leaving a snorting sound along the knotted strands of pale hair that dripped onto the ground.

And once again, Odin drove the eight-legged kamikazes on his hips to charge at Fenrir before him.

"The end of the world has been proclaimed with the death of Ymir, and the heart of the World Tree has been consumed by the black dragon Nighhold. The entire world has fallen into collapse. The divine power of the angels had taken over the heart of Ymir, and the Kabbalah Tree of Life had begun to grow there. Father - may your majestic light be immortal."

Holding the dark red crossed longsword in his hand, Michael said the prayer reverently. And stay on the back side of the endless world. There was more sigh of regret in Jehovah's eyes.

"My poor child..."

While looking at Jehovah in front of him with a sighing face, Naiatolatipu kept laughing oddly where he was.

"Hahahahaha, hahahahaha~~~ Look at that, look at you. Your children are amazing, they just destroyed that theocratic world called Celtic decades ago, and now they have a world to conquer. Your children have so much potential~"

As he said that, the tentacle on Naiya Toratip's head and constantly whirled, and because of that, although Naiya's facial expression could not be seen, it was still possible to feel the constantly distorted face....

"No, no... Michael shouldn't be the way he is now, Naiya, what the hell did you do to him?"

Hearing Jehovah's questioning, Naiya shrugged his shoulders.

"It's nothing really~ I just injected a cup of shadow into that holy light you used to form Michael's body~ But it's not a big deal, is it? Where there is light, there is inevitably darkness. In a strange sense, the current Michael is the most complete "Incarnation of the Holy Light", the Vice-Prince of Light. Isn't that right~~"

After a moment of silence, Jehovah shook his head in frustration.

Jehovah and Naiyah were already one and the same; they were each other's backsides. Naiyah was the shadow of the holy light, while Jehovah was the holy light in the shadow.

Just as Jehovah was about to say something in the midst of something, suddenly.

The walls of the extremely cold land suddenly made a loud noise, and the sky began to constantly derive cracks around it like glass hit by gravity.

"Did you do this too?"

There was some confusion in Jehovah's voice as Jehovah was completely confused as to what the point of Naiya's doing this was.

Naiya, on the other hand, shook the tentacles from his face.

Touching his head, Naiya shook his head.

"I'm not going to engage in something that's completely out of my league...but these kinds of emergencies are fun, aren't they~~"

As she said that, Naiya looked towards the rift.

This sense of anticipation for the future, panic for the future, and the unexpected made Naiya feel very comfortable.

"Look, look naa! Jehovah, the other side of my dear! Feel the thrill of this chaos? I feel like I'm getting...uh...in heat!!!"

Ignoring Nayana's poor phrasing, Jehovah's eyes locked onto the space bringing the rift.

"Perhaps this is the turn of events-"

As time began to pass, the wall of space was stronger than Hydra had ever imagined, knowing that it was the weakest link to the Nordic space. But even so, with the Head of Space's understanding of space, it was difficult to break through the barrier from the world.

But that didn't discourage Hydra, the point of difficulty was to make it difficult to overcome.

Fiercely tearing the space apart, Hydra swallowed the fragments of space in his stomach.

Although the restorative power of space was far beyond imagination, it had become increasingly unstable as Hydra's extremely cyborgs continued to devour it.

With a hard crash, Hydra's body appeared above the Nordic world.

The hideous nine dragon heads emerged from the section of space, harnessing their arms, and Hydra began to continuously tear at the space.

Watching Hydra appear from within the space, Jehovah and Naiya lost their voices for a moment.

"This is... chaos, confusion and disorder! This is the breath of the blood of chaos and disorder!"

Laughing incredulously a few times, Naya began to reveal her human appearance.

With a grin that almost reached her ears, Naiya's smile was hairy to watch.

"Funny, funny na! Look at that! Jehovah! The world just keeps getting more and more interesting, doesn't it! Isn't it!!! Ah, praise the chaos! It's chaos and disorder that makes the world go round!!!"

As he said that, Naiya's face began to gradually disappear into the dimness.

Looking at what was happening in front of him, Jehovah sighed helplessly.

On the other hand, Hydra was completely bursting out of the spatial fault.

The pale blue scales were covered with tiny cracks because of the power of space, and out of the tiny cracks also continued to emerge sticky and fiercely corrosive and poisonous blood.

But relying on the strong recovery, Hydra quickly recovered from this "insignificant" "small wound".