Me, Hydra

Atilo looked confused, while Hydra looked helpless and benign.

"His name is Quintus, and he's got bigger boobs than you."

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Watching the live feed go....

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I had to pack, so I swallowed my third shift tonight~!

And it's back to school the day after tomorrow. So updates are back to normal. This time, I'll pay back next Saturday and Sunday~.

There were some problems in the previous text, and a lot of the plot was written without any buildup, which I will correct later.

All in all, this book is a semi seedy like fight for dominance type of novel, I hope you will enjoy it~!

holiday update

My uncle decided to leave a day early to prevent a big traffic jam tomorrow. I'm on the road right now, and I'm pushing all of today's updates to after 7:00, so I'll make up the updates I owe tomorrow.

With his hair still a little damp, Skaha bore a cognitive block on his body, not so much because of any fear of discovery, but because a certain amount of mystery must still be maintained as a Spartan in power.

With a glance at Attila and the others beside her, Skaha shrugged her shoulders also putting a cognitive block on the two sisters.

There are many types of cognitive blocking, some of them are to make people's sense of existence disappear, like the effect in cartoons titled "existential disappearance app" that often appear in the cartoon picture section of websites with essay topics such as school spring sex and martial arts classics.

It's a very powerful effect, but to be frank, it's a little trick to use the mysterious nature of the body to come and wipe out your own existence, which can only fool an ignorant young woman or a single loli. The most important thing to do is to make sure that you have a good understanding of the magic that you are using.

The cognitive hindrance on Hydra and others now is the ability to conceal one's appearance, which simply means modifying one's appearance through magic into something indistinguishable from normal people, an ability that is largely undetectable unless the ability is not comparable to Hydra's.

By the time the people came out it was already night, and since there was no curfew, the pedestrians coming out on the streets were no different except that there were a little less than during the day. The crystals that relied on magic to radiate light illuminated the streets of Sparta as if it were daytime.

There were fewer people than during the day, but daytime was work time, and most of the pedestrians out at night came to enjoy Sparta's nightlife, with groups of grown men piling into the surrounding barbecue, holding a barrel of barleywine they could engage in an hour of uninterrupted talk.

In addition to the pedestrians there are a number of orcs, most of them minotaurs. After a long period of development, there were now almost five hundred Minotaurs, of which more than two hundred were used as the main force of the Orc Corps. And because of the peaceful life, the current Minotaur population was still steadily rising.

And what's more, the Minotaur's level of intelligence is much higher than that of the average orc, even higher than some of the orthodox humans. But this was limited to the soul walkers of the Minotaur race, the White Bulls. Specializing in soul power, their intelligence had to be much higher than that of other orcs from the start. But unfortunately, the chances of a Soul Walker being born were extremely low.

The birth of a Soul Walker was very harsh, first of all, it had to be stillborn, and it had to die during the descent to have a certain chance of becoming a Soul Walker....

The people very casually came to a roadside stall, chunks of barbecue meat is nourishing meat oil, although only a simple salt and cumin put, but even so the original taste of barbecue meat still make people gulp.

Attila was clearly not going to be polite to Hydra, a large skewer in one hand, and soon there were many more wooden sticks still warm at his side.

And apparently Hydra doesn't care about Attila's appetite. Even if Attila was able to eat, could she still eat the entire Sparta? You think she's some kind of sex-turned-King Arthur....

Shaking her head, Hydra turned her attention to Skaha beside her, who looked much more refined than Attila's eating style.

Move the fistful of roast from the wooden stick to the plate, cut it into small pieces with a knife and then unhurriedly bring it to your mouth with a fork and chew slowly.

Combined with the human power in Skaha's body to also very durable.

But one thing is for sure, this definitely doesn't taste as good as Attila. And it's not always full....

Shaking her head, Hydra asked with small interest.

"How about Sparta now? Than how did you feel when you first joined Spartan?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Skaha appeared somewhat unconcerned.

"A bit more than I expected, and while I was confident that I could make Sparta better, I didn't expect it to grow so fast. Sparta is now bigger than I originally estimated... On a side note, what are you going to do with the untapped land in Northern Europe?"

At the news, Hydra stroked her chin.

"That newborn world of Northern Europe is a virgin treasure that is still unexplored, and more importantly no one else knows the current state of Northern Europe except us. When I fused the World Tree, all of Northern Europe had fallen into ruin, and the beasts had fled to here in Sparta..."

After a moment of silence, Hydra continued.

"The strongest race in Northern Europe now is the Naga, who are my dependents, and the spells practiced there are the Runes of Lune that I am familiar with. Nordic is now our bag of tricks, and it is within our grasp to rub it round and flat."

At the words, a smiling Skaha nodded.

Just as Hydra had said, the newborn Nord was a virgin, unexplored treasure, and Nordic ores were arguably some of the strongest and toughest known in the natural world. After being forged and polished, the weapons made from these Nordic ores were often three times tougher and sharper than other weapons.

Good iron ore is not only capable of forging tough swords and armor, but also iron cannons!

Spartan artillery has now evolved to the level of the hand-held smoothbore gun.

The so-called handheld smoothbore cannon is also the predecessor of the pistol, which is a shrunken smoothbore cannon. But the barrel of the gun is as big as a fist, almost as long as an adult's small arm.

However, the practicality is very low, the effective range is only about five meters, and it is difficult to reload. However, when necessary, it can be used as a surprise and fill in the special effects. But because of material restrictions and safety issues, only Sparta's three hundred forbidden troops are equipped with this new weapon.

Thinking about it, Hydra's eyebrows were slightly raised.

"By the way, how come the Centaur clan hasn't heard anything from them now? Didn't he say he was going to build a city-state?"

At the news, the aside Skaha shook his head.

"It seems that something has changed and all the human city-states have waged war against the centaurs. And the remaining centaurs seem to have been sucked away due to the space shattering..."

"Shattered space?"

Frowning, Hydra felt as if the centaur had reached some virgin treasure he didn't want outsiders to interfere with....

"By the way, what do you think about some of the members of the Minotaur tribe applying to Northern Europe as well?"

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There's another shift tonight.

Luckily it's back today, but tomorrow is probably going to be jammed....

Volume 1: Text-151-Mutation, Ares's Report

"Ready, fire!"

As the voice trailed off, a Spartan Praetorian slammed down the trigger in his hand.

The small-armed, fist-thin handheld smoothbore cannon instantly sprayed a burst of fire.