Me, Hydra

Because it was so obvious, the cathedral that was at least five or six stories tall among the surrounding bungalows that were all one or two stories high was so eye-catching no matter how you looked at it.

Although it was night, Hydra could still clearly see a pious nun sitting on her knees in front of the cross praying faithfully, moonlight through the gap in the church sprinkled on her body, bright moonlight as if for the nun gathered a layer of silvery white veil, the portrait of the Lord in the center of the church, although only a portrait, but still can feel the hidden gentleness through the fragrance of flowers. ........

"If they were truly kind there wouldn't be so many godlines being poisoned by angels."

Narrowing her eyes, Hydra thought as she was in the shadows and kept getting closer to the church.

It was only two thirds of the power in its true form, but as Wen had said earlier. Unless the seven angels were there in person, there was absolutely no way that they could see Hydra's end.

Even with Hydra's current strength, it would be easy for Hydra to speed up the journey with spatial control, but in order to prevent being noticed by the group of angels due to the spatial fluctuation, Hydra still chose the safer option.

Soon, relying on Hydra's foot strength, Closing Time scampered from the other side of this city to the cathedral located in the center of the city.

Squinting her eyes, she had to say that this cathedral was really too luxurious, even the walls looked as if they were plated with gold. Looking in through the window slits, one could see countless gems and onyx inlaid on top of the walls as decoration. If this was put in the next world, it would definitely become a holy place for atheist thieves. But still in this era where the divine right was above the monarchy, there was no such unsighted guy who would come to the church to steal something without knowing what he was doing.

As she thought about it, Hydra crossed over the window and entered the cathedral's interior.

This time Hydra's purpose wasn't to kill or destroy, because such things didn't really hurt the angelic theocracy in any way... Hydra didn't think it would be a blow to the medieval people's faith in God, and besides, God's power according to Hydra's estimation was at least at the level of the Super Primordial God, and if It would be a travesty to say that a super primitive god would still be bound by the same beliefs as Zeus.

As she thought about it, Hydra arrived at the church's book collection.

There were obviously not as many books here as in the great Spartan library, but that was understandable.

People who believed in God would have disposed of knowledge about everything else as heretical books, especially books about medicine. According to Hydra's perception, most of the books here were about the use of holy light magic, and Hydra had no interest in such things, after all, one of her eight clansmen had a little sister who specialized in light in the first place.

After taking a look at the books in front of him and finding that there was nothing he wanted, Hydra sighed helplessly.

"As expected, there's no way there's any information about the original Ether here..."

As she thought about it, Hydra frowned.

In fact, Hydra had already expected this, no matter what, the original Ether was something that only a Primordial God could innately possess a little, it would be a ghost if it was placed in this kind of library. After all, the importance of the Primordial Ether was just too important to Hydra....

Shaking her head, Hydra made her way to a bookshelf where all the books were about the Kingdom of Light and the Angels' records. If you know yourself and your enemy, you will not be harmed in a hundred battles. This was the truth from ancient times, although it was a little slim to understand the strength of Jehovah from this, but lowering a level, if you can understand the seven angels strength, ability and the battle strength of the angel legion for Hydra was absolutely no loss.

Even if it was just the slightest bit....

With this thought in mind, Hydra took out the book at the top of the shelf that was noted as "The Seven Angels and the Legion of Light".

Hydra read the book very quickly, and wouldn't stop for more than a second to read each page on the book.

The book was thick, but there wasn't much of it actually recorded. The reason for the latter was mostly because it was bestiary.

Shaking his head, while there was some description of the seven angels, it was too vague and there were many snippets of bardic passages, the artfully crafted verses certainly gave Hydra a step up in understanding what the angels really looked like.

But not without success, there is this description of the Legion of Light in the books. So it's Old English, which translates roughly as "Those wicked who are enemies of God will atone for their sins in death and thus join the Legion of Light as glorious redeemers...".

When combined with the news that Shang-Skahar had brought to himself, most of the angel legions were heroes or gods from other worlds....

"So it seems... the Angel Legion is really tricky..."

As she thought, Hydra's eyes turned wandering.

Although most of the other mythologies were minor and unimportant, but ants bite elephants, countless minor as well as medium mythological gods, and the bodies of heroes would probably be a chapter of brittle paper in front of even Sparta if they all became part of the angelic army....

"If that's really the case, the ones who became corpses should only have about half of their strength left, and if you count Azeroth... it's probably more of a loss than gain."

As she thought about it, Hydra put the book back.

With a glance at the bookshelf in front of him, Hydra's eyebrows rose, then a touch of malice rose in her heart.

Taking out a copy of Marxist Theory from his portable space, he placed it on the shelf, then just as Hydra was about to slip away, a voice rose up from behind Hydra.

"Who are you? Why are you in the library?"

At the words, Hydra's pupils narrowed, then turned to see a plainly dressed scorpion-tailed girl looking at him.

An extra shift tomorrow to make up for Friday's, I overslept this afternoon....

There's another shift tonight....

Volume 1: Text-165 - Deceiving the Ignorant Virgin....

Hydra narrowed her eyes at the young girl questioning her in front of her, then asked back unhurriedly, "Do you have who you are? Why did you come here?"

At the words, the girl froze, then nodded and smiled.

"I am one of the candidates for the Holy Virgin, you can call me Jeanne. A member of the village of Dondrémy from the city of Orleans. Well, I've already introduced myself, who is your Excellency? If I can't answer that I'll have to think of sir as a burglar."

As she said that, the girl assumed a guarded posture.

Seeing this, Hydra stroked her chin with small interest.

"You don't have a weapon in your hand? How to fight?"

At the words, Jeanne softly whispered a biblical verse, then in Hydra's surprised gaze, Jeanne's body had been covered with light armor, the inverted mountain-shaped forehead guard building carved with a beautiful iris, before because of a loose walking robe so its figure could not be seen, but when changed into combat clothing the scale was truly amazing. By visual estimation, it was already comparable to the Shifu.

The lance in her hand was more of a battle flag than a spear, and her pale blue eyes were as clear as a spring in an ethereal deep valley.

The heroic young woman looked like a Valkyrie who was invincible on the battlefield, and her delicate face looked at Hydra's divinity without the slightest wavering.

"Please identify yourself, sir, or I I will not be able to guarantee your safety."

Hearing Jeanne's warning, a smile rose on Hydra's lips.

Although it was a smile, Hydra's heart was bitter as hell, he hadn't even thought of sneaking over here to be discovered, and he was already an outsider, being questioned about his identity in this situation....

Shaking his head helplessly, just as Hydra was about to use a mental attack to erase this interesting little girl's memories about herself, Hydra suddenly discovered that this little girl's mind was protected by a gentle power. And the scent emitted by this power was extremely familiar to Hydra....

"It's... Michael's breath..."

As she thought about it, Hydra couldn't help but take a deep look at the girl in front of her. Its soul was protected by Michael's power which meant that the holy woman candidate thing that had just been mentioned should be true, according to Hydra's understanding, the holy woman was the only existence in the church whose status was equal to the pope, and even in many cases people were more willing to listen to the holy woman's words and ignore the pope.

For no other reason, the Virgin was a joint decision of the seven angels, while the Pope was an autonomous decision of the earth. Although the Pope had the ability to liaise with the angels, he was more than a step behind the Virgin....

After a moment of silence, Hydra shook her head in frustration.

And then, seeing that Hydra had been silent, Jeanne had also rushed up with the intention of capturing Hydra and bringing him to the trial court for interrogation.

It had to be said that Jeanne's attack was very harsh, but Hydra could clearly feel that he had suppressed it, and the attacks were not in any vital areas, but in areas that could make people lose their resistance.

"You actually tried to arrest me?"

As she thought about it, Hydra easily dodged each of Jeanne's attacks, as if she could predict the future, Hydra was always able to make predictions before Jeanne's attacks, and Jeanne was able to attack Hydra with just a hint of each attack.At first, she thought Hydra was lucky, but in the dozens of attacks that followed, Jeanne was horrified to find that each of her attacks were almost always dodged in the same way, like dancing on the tip of a knife, and no matter how sharp the blade was, it couldn't hurt the man with the cloak in front of her.

Looking at Hydra's unpredictable ability, Jeanne suddenly thought of something and stopped attacking.

After a moment of silence, Jeanne said with some uncertainty.