Me, Hydra

The Gobi Desert is usually enough to pay for the entire mercenary group to soak in the taverns in comfort for six months, and even if they encounter sand pirates, they will generally discuss it first and then pay the toll, after all, the sand pirates are not idiots, and the mercenary group will usually kill a few vipers and hyenas, and if they encounter wolves, they may lose a few people, but they will be within reach.

It's the fear of encountering the kind of sand pirates who want half of the goods at once, and then they will have to fight.......

As I was thinking about it, a voice suddenly came from the back of the caravan.

"Kevin! Something in the sky seems to be approaching fast!"

At the news, Kevin turned his head in confusion, and relying on his good eyesight, Kevin's look was suddenly serious.

"It's the Devil Vulture! How did they end up here? Archers prepare for battle! Secure the cargo!"

Hearing Kevin's order, the entire mercenary group took action.

The warriors drew their swords and held their shields.

The Devil Vulture was born in the first place because of a vulture feeding on a devil's corpse, a beast created because the devil's body carried a curse and erosion.

Kevin's entire face was solemn as he looked at the near three-meter leader of the group of Devil Vultures.

In the Great Gobi, no matter what it was, the most annoying thing was definitely the herd creatures....

The wolves, the sand pirates....well, and the vultures in front of us.

........

The Christ plot begins....

Tickets.

Volume I: Text-162 - The Dark Middle Ages

The devil vulture killed a few mercenaries and then Hydra killed the vultures like a divine army from the sky.

The whole process was so crisp and clear that it made the mercenaries look at Hydra....

Nervously looking at Hydra in front of him, a smear of cold sweat appeared on the foreheads of the surrounding mercenaries.

The Devil Vulture was one of the most feared herd creatures in the Gobi Desert, and even sand pirates would want to avoid the Devil Vulture if they came across a blade again, but this gentle looking man in front of him was actually able to finish it off so easily....

After a moment of silence, the old butler on the other side saw Hydra's vertical pupil, then it dawned on him, "May I ask if your Excellency is a Demon Hunter?"

At the words, Hydra was slightly startled, then nodded easily.

"Yes, I am a wandering demon hunter."

As he said that, Hydra's narrowed his eyes. The name Wandering Hunter made Hydra ring a bell, White Wolf Gerald, the fun hunter who had taken Odin's goodwill to Sparta to spread the Quint brand. It had been a long time ago, but the realism of Jerrott's kind of hunter impressed Hydra.

After all, the average person couldn't say "The world doesn't need heroes, it needs experts".

But now Hydra was more concerned about whether the demon hunters that the old man was talking about were those realists who were addicted to Quint or the traditional demon hunters.

With a glance at Hydra before him, a touch of respect rose on the old man's face.

"May I ask your honor's name? Pass with us if you don't mind, and when we get to the Great Church we'll be able to thank Lord Hunter for his help."

Upon hearing that, Hydra's pupils shrank slightly.

In Hydra's line of sight, this old butler-like guy had a bit of magic power in his body, but from the amount of it, he was just at the level of an ordinary priest, it was fine to fight a few stragglers, but he basically had no ability to fight back against himself....

Nodding, Hydra said with a smile on her face.

"I am Haider, just a nameless common demon hunter, and I need your help for the rest of the journey."

Upon hearing that, the old steward shuddered, but the eyes that looked at Hydra were even deeper.

Being able to single-handedly kill a group of Devil Vultures, even in the Vatican, he should be a master demon hunter of considerable fame, but looking at his age and his name, he didn't look like a member of a large family....

"Is it the Crusaders..."

As I thought about it, the compliment on the old butler's face became even more pronounced, the creases crumpled together like a pile of cheese slices that had lost their luster....

The Crusaders were the most elite of the Holy Army, and never appeared easily in front of the world, for they were said to be fighting against the devil all the time. As such, the Crusaders possessed a high reputation in the world, and even ordinary small lords would have to treat the members of the Crusaders with courtesy when they saw them.

Not to mention that he was just a caravan steward. But the good thing is that the young man in front of him doesn't seem to be the rude type, and his body's revealing spring-like feeling is also disgusting....

However, this is the old steward's psychological role, in the old steward's invitation, Hydra "face helpless" into the car in front of the sedan chair.

The sedan was made of a blonde girl, who looked like she should be out to experience the life of a caravan. Narrowing her eyes, Hydra nodded darkly. If it took more than an estimate to talk to the steward who signed the carriage outside, this was obviously much better. Because no matter what, the older a person is, the more treacherous he is, especially if the old butler is the kind of person with an old face, if he doesn't pay attention, he will go out of his way.

Not so much happened on the way afterwards though, and after the side trips along the way, Hydra got a general idea of what era Christ Mythology was in right now.

Because it was Christ Mythology, the most powerful thing here was not the state, but the Papacy.

The Vatican ruled over all the nations of the world, and the head of the Vatican was undoubtedly the Pope. Although she didn't know much about it, Hydra knew without guessing that the so-called Pope should be the head of some big family.

Christianity was the number one religion in the latter part of the world, and it was impossible for a person without an identity to get the position of Pope, which was even more glamorous than the head of a country.

To put it simply, there were 1.36 billion people in China, is that a lot? Yes, a lot, the world's most populous country. But at a time when science has completely overturned feudal superstitions, there were 2.46 billion registered believers in 2016 alone...

You know, the whole of Europe was only 7.1 billion people in 2014, and Christianity has 2.4 billion registered believers alone....

What's hidden behind the huge numbers? Hydra didn't know this, but one thing was clear. The Christian mythology was strong, and the Vatican that had conquered countless mythical worlds must have untold riches....

Stepping out of the sedan chair, Hydra looked at the Ecclesiastical City before her.

The size of the Ecclesiastical City was even larger than Sparta, and the Grand Ecclesiastical Palace in the center was even more luxuriously decorated than Hydra's Grand Shrine. But what surprised Hydra was that, except for the Grand Shrine, the rest of the Vatican City's Dee Harbor was no different from the Middle Ages, although the streets looked clean because of the location of the Vatican, Hydra still saw a lot of feces and mosquitoes on the way here.

What's more, as far as Hydra's perception is concerned, this city doesn't even have a hospital....

Not that they were all invulnerable to disease, as Hydra could feel the scent of many epidemics in the Great Church.

Hydra's main game in the beginning was poison, and he couldn't understand diseases better than that.

Under these circumstances, not going to seek medical treatment was akin to seeking death.......

But come to think of it, the whole Christian mythology is in a dark and brutal medieval age now....

The medieval who thought it would help alleviate the condition and who spent years without bathing and was eventually canonized by the Vatican....

Of course, in general they have two baths a year, one before Easter and one before Christmas. But not everyone takes a bath, because the clergy believe that bathing breeds original sin, and that the defilement of the body sets off the purity of the soul....

St. Abraham insisted on not washing his face or feet for 50 years, and was finally canonized.

St. Simon allowed worms to hump his festering wounds and never washed them either, until he died.

St. Euphrasia presided over a convent that taught more than 130 of the most pious and smelly nuns, severely supervising them for the rest of their lives without bathing.

The mother of King Henry IV of France, who insisted on never bathing for the rest of her life, was canonized as a saint....