Me, Hydra

"Each world is interfering yet separate, and what comes next is likely to be beyond our control. But one thing, trust me, I won't lie to you."

One side said, Hydra sincerely held out her palm to Skaha in front of her, the amber dragon's eyes glittered in a way Skaha couldn't understand, but Hydra's voice ghosted Skaha with a strange feeling.

After a moment of silence, Skaha shook his head sadly, touching his hand to Hydra's nails with each other.

Skaha sat casually on the side of the chaise lounge.

"I don't quite understand why you're saying this somehow, but we're all on the same string. What exactly is this out of control thing you're talking about? Can you tell us about it?"

Nodding Hydra spoke softly.

"War."

"Huh?" Skaha wrinkled no, then wondered, "The war words should be a long way from us, the Greek states remembered the heavy blows their elders inflicted fifty years ago, and it was clearly written in the admittance truce that they could not start a unilateral war against us, are we going to pick on them?"

Shaking her head, Hydra spoke calmly.

"Of course not, I'm a total lover of peace, and I have absolutely no need to use force when I can strengthen my power through cultural invasion. And although the Greek states have suffered a great defeat at our hands, it is anyway because we occupy the favorable terrain of the main city of Mycenae, once an expedition to unfamiliar lands is simply too much for all of us to afford with our current economy."

"And what is this war you speak of?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Hydra continued.

"The war from other worlds... the walls of the world have grown weaker and weaker, and the Vorpal Sword of the Norse god of war, Tir, is still unknown. According to legends, the last person to receive the Vorpal Sword will start a vast expedition that will sweep through countless worlds. Not only the Vorpal Sword, but also the Angelic Divine Right and Persia, which has long been eyeing all of Greece... Enjoy, now may be the last of our ease."

At the words, Skaha frowned.

The words of Persia and the Vorpal Sword were fine, as it wasn't familiar Skaha didn't have an intuitive understanding of them, but if the Angelic Divine Right was also coming....

Narrowing his eyes and thinking back to his memories of the legions of angels, Skaha couldn't help but frown.

"In that case... it is indeed a bit tricky..."

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I'm catching a train tomorrow, so I'll be a little late updating. The updates I owe will not be available during the holidays, so don't forget to vote for the razor blades and monthly tickets~!

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I bought the wrong ticket...

I should have bought a ticket from Jinan to Rizhao. But I...

It was a mistake! I didn't realize it until I got to the train station to pick up my ticket! And it was past the refundable ticket time limit!

Waiting in line for coach tickets. Wish me luck getting home soon...

I'll be a little late with the update. I'll make up the rest tomorrow...

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Volume I: Text - 136 - Attila

My name is Attila.

Standing amidst the ruins of the city, Attila looked indifferently at the rampaging Hun soldiers around him.

From the moment he held the Vorpal Sword, Attila knew that his destiny should never be ordinary.

This was the third city that Attila had destroyed, and the surrounding times were not looting in accordance with Attila's orders. The oppressive force from the world compressed the blade into a strange shape as it traveled through the walls of the Zangief, and the rainbow-like blade opened up extraordinarily splendidly, but no one dared to underestimate its power.

Attila's physiognomy was exquisite, her wheat-colored skin outlined with natural magical lines, and her scarlet eyes revealed the same emptiness. There was no excess in his body, and his neat, well-proportioned muscles seemed as if they had come from the hands of a craftsman. The body was unadorned, except for a veil....

The balanced physique, revealed from the pupils, the indifference that originated from the depths of the soul all but proved that this was a powerful warrior.

"Great Monarch, the battlefield has been cleared. The shamans have sent the souls of the dead to the other shore. This is the cup of this city's skull, please pass it over to Daito."

As he said that, Attila's personal guard picked up a strangely shaped cup.

The Huns were in the habit of hunting heads, and they liked to bring home the heads of their enemies as decorations, often the more heads hanging in front of that door the higher the status. And the enemy's king would not be so wretched as the soldiers, for they would be more miserable. A knife cut across the arch of their skull at the brow, a metal gem set around the edge and a base would make an exquisite and perfect skull cup.

It was a symbol of status.

With a glance at the cup in the guard's hand, Attila's gaze remained indifferent and still. It was obviously a living person, but the feeling one received while being gazed at by Attila would instead be the same as if one was being looked directly at by an empty cranium....

The oozing gaze was quickly taken back by Attila.

"Cowardly people, sad little civilizations..."

As she spoke, Attila tossed the skull bones to the side of a box filled with various skull cups. In addition to San that city lord's there were also the skulls of those tribal chieftains on the steppe who did not want to submit to their own.

"Take all that you can take with you, and burn all that you can't. Our quest is not over yet."

Hearing Attila's words, his personal guard on the other side couldn't help but add, "But Great Monarch, all the other city-states have begun to pay tribute to us, and the tribes on the steppe have likewise begun to submit. We have no enemies left, and if we rashly attack the city-states that have shown us weakness, I'm afraid that it will cause them to fight to the death..."

At the words, Attila turned his head and looked directly into the eyes of his guards.

For a long time, looking at the guard whose legs were constantly flailing, Attila said calmly, "They are weak civilizations, as humble as a blade of grass on the prairie. But this time the target is not them, the sword in my hand tells me that there is a shining civilization on the other side of the wall."

"The other side of the wall...?"

Hearing Attila's words, the exquisite looking personal bodyguard frowned, serving at Attila's side all year round, even if it was just a personal bodyguard, but in reality the chiefs of other tribes needed to salute when they saw him. It was also because of staying with Attila all year round that this personal guard knew many secrets that ordinary people didn't know.

For example, there were other worlds on the other side of the wall and so on....

"I knew from the moment I drew my Vorpal Sword that it was my duty to destroy the incompetent civilization."

Hearing Attila's words, the personal guard pursed his lips.

"But...as you alone know, right, there is a strong civilization on the other side of the wall..."

Nodding, Attila's eyes did not show any fear.

"If they're strong enough, then they'll have no complaints about making me a sex slave."

Attila's voice remained in a straight line throughout, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but Attila apparently didn't realize or was used to that. The empty eyes looked distressingly familiar, but no one other than the personal guards had been able to get within three meters of Attila's circumference. There might have been, but then they became trophies hanging from Attila's palace.

"I am war."

--- Dividing Line

On the other side, feeling the messages coming back from the world around him, Hydra opened her eyes.

"It's approaching, and in my perception, the invaders on the other side of the wall are starting to get restless. Before too long, the wall, will lose its existence."

At the news, Skaha raised an eyebrow, then nodded easily.

"Sparta is in a state of readiness, and the herd of free-range beasts in Crete has begun to close in. The equipment for defending the city is ready, and the soldiers have sharpened their spears to a sharp edge. And there is still plenty of food in our warehouses, and even if we don't have enough, you can still speed up the ripening of the crops... Sparta is now ready for battle. There's no need to even use war bonds, and with Sparta's current strength it could easily hold out against the charge of a hundred thousand iron cavalry."