Me, Hydra

"Which ah..."

Scratching her head, Hydra said indifferently.

"When I first arrived in Northern Europe the Twilight of the Gods was nearing its end, Odin had died in battle, Fenrir had died in battle, Yemengard had died in battle & basically all the creatures famous and sexual in that mythology had become a corpse. And I was aiming for the World Tree, so I ignored the beasts that remained. They should have come here to prevent becoming a mass of nourishment to be absorbed by me when I underwent reincarnation with Uctrasil...how about that? What have they been doing here?"

Shaking his head, Skaha shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine~ I was a bit flustered by the sudden appearance of so many beasts, but they were all docile as a family dog when they heard that this was your territory."

Nodding his head, that was to Hydra's surprise again.

The rules of survival between beasts were much simpler and purer than between humans, I am stronger than you, so you should do whatever I tell you to do. Showing weakness to the strong was a very wise choice, and Hydra was happy to oblige.

"What are they all doing now?"

"Each to his own~"

Shrugging his shoulders, Skaha continued, "What they really fear is you and not me. Within my perception, there are at least three of them that are similar in strength to me, and with you as a deterrent they wouldn't dare to do anything, plus Sparta is already vast and sparsely populated, so I've set aside a few deserted places for them to flourish~"

"So that's it then, the owner of the Peloponnese has returned, and the rent due is still collected~"

At the words, a smile also rose on the side of Skaha's lips.

"Yeah, these can be free labor."

Sparta city's infrastructure as well as ideological education have been close to perfection, in the case of having an armistice agreement the Greek states high level although not used to Sparta that is incompatible with this is to come style but also do not dare to say anything.

And more importantly, the lower class people of the Greek countries are very desirable to Sparta, because Sparta's military merit system for the poor people of Greece is the only chance in the world to turn over a new leaf. This can be seen in the mythology of the lower classes, where the great heroes were basically of noble birth or associated with the gods. And the true commoners....

Well, even though Atalanta grew up in the wilderness, she was still a princess abandoned by the king.

It was because of the perfection of the merit system that the people of Greece had the feeling of "looking south to the king's division for another year".

Unfortunately, however, trade and other exchanges were allowed. However, it was clear that the Greek high society had done a great deal to ensure that the people did not become too numerous. This can be seen from the fact that no more than 300 Greeks were smuggled into Sparta within fifty years.

But the good news is that people could be bought and sold .

You know, one household of slaves could be traded for a fine glass. In other words, if you pay a few households of slaves, you can get an exquisite set of glassware . This was quite a temptation for the upper class nobles.

After all, things are rare and expensive.

And humans are the most superfluous thing in the world.

........

Went to the study hall after....

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Volume I: Text - 131 - Penicillin and giant guns

The news of Hydra's return soon spread throughout Greece, but the people of the lower classes of Greece didn't care much about it, because whether Hydra existed or not didn't matter directly to them. Rather, the guys in Olympus seemed a bit rushed.

But that seemed inevitable.

After all, in every sense of the word, Hydra was the number one enemy of Zeus and the others.

But for that, Hydra wasn't too bothered, as Hephaestus' attention was now focused entirely on Hephaestus.

"This is the bronze cannon that the Spartan army is now assembling, it's very powerful, a few shots should be able to open an opening in the city wall. And it will be even more effective when used to defend the city, one cannon shot will almost ruin the siege vehicles on the other side. But the cost of this thing is a bit expensive. As for the other one... Although he doesn't have a name yet, he's unique."

Hearing that, Hydra nodded.

The nameless bronze cannon in front of him had the obvious shadow of the "Urbane Cannon", with a caliber of nearly 900mm, and a shell alone weighing over 270 kilograms. The body of the cannon was 5.2 meters long, and the thickness of the barrel alone was 20 centimeters. And more importantly, the bronze bronze giant cannon in front of it possessed a power that far surpassed the historical Urbane giant cannon no matter what aspect it was in.

The heat and shock of the firing caused small but dangerous cracks to appear in the impure metal barrel, so much so that the artillerymen had to wet the gun with hot oil after each shot to prevent the cold air from widening these cracks.

Not surprisingly, because of the purity of the metal, the Urbain ended his brief military career with a bang.

The reason was not a lack of scholarship or artillery error on the part of Urbain, but rather the fact that the military mission of such a steel behemoth had exceeded the limits of metallurgy at the time.

The spring rains also caused the cannon to frequently slip from its frame into the mud under recoil. The huge barrel of the cannon was extremely time-consuming and laborious to operate, and although it possessed unmatched caliber and power in those days, it was more of a flashy deterrent than anything else.

And after Hephaestus' painstaking specialization, the current bronze cannon was definitely not the flashy thing from history. During the forging process, various rare metals were added in proportion. Afterwards, Raze even engraved a large number of runes on the cannon body, from solid to stable, one after another runes spread over every corner of the cannon.

Nodding, according to Hydra's estimation, if it was hit head-on by this thing, I'm afraid that even Hercules would have to be blown into a tent of blood mist along with it.

"Is there an exact value for the cost of this thing?"

After a moment's thought, Hephaestus continued.

"There is no way to estimate the cost, just its consumption of magic secret silver that can conduct rune power is already an astronomical figure, and magic secret silver is a magical metal that only the Nordic world can produce, and now that the Nordic countries have fallen... just from the point of view of collectibles this bronze cannon is already priceless! up. And this giant cannon requires specially made shells, ordinary metal shells will directly collapse and lose their shape when they are just fired because of the violent acceleration. It can be said that a cannon in all senses of the word is worth ten thousand taels of gold."

Stroking his chin, Hydra nodded slightly thoughtfully.

"How's the research on muskets going now?"

"No clue."

Shaking his head, Hephaestus' face was filled with frustration.

"A musket at this stage isn't as long-ranged as a Spartan soft bow, and it's far less powerful in terms of power. I sometimes even wonder if there's any need for further research on something like that~"

Shrugging her shoulders, Hydra motioned for Hephaestus to look away.

Seeing this, Hephaestus didn't say anything more.

Although the development of muskets was relatively a bit backward, Hephaestus himself was aware that the development of crossbows had reached the top of what could be reached at this stage, and although the composite crossbows of later generations were just as powerful as bullets, that was in the state of having a sufficiently strong composite metal.

Witnessing Hephaestus leave, Hydra was indifferently lying down in the Great Shrine.

In the time that Hydra had been gone, the Epidemic Medical Corps had managed to develop penicillin.

There weren't any serious doctors in the Middle Ages, and even just a cold or burn could directly kill someone.

Just to the famous defensive weapon of the city, the golden juice. It was a biochemical weapon that burned the enemy's skin and caused widespread infection.

The reason why the battlefield is dangerous is because the wound is easily infected due to the environment, and it seems that ordinary soldiers have no choice but to amputate their limbs in the face of this situation.

The operation is a good point, now can not be so good health care conditions, basically is a knife in the fire, and then throw into your mouth with a piece of wood or rags and then a knife to chop off.

The luck of the point back to live, luck almost wound infection then directly hiccup.

Penicillin, extracted from the Penicillium fungi, could directly destroy the cell wall of the bacteria and sterilize them during their multiplication period, thus reducing the casualties of the Spartan army by 40 percent or more.

Penicillin was not only able to increase the Spartan forces, but more importantly, it could be used for missionary purposes.