Me, Hydra

As Sal's weapon, the Hammer of Destruction was forged from pieces of rune stones, and the runes that represented "nature" were even more powerful when forged into a weapon used by shamans.

"Boom---"

The powerful attack wasn't the kind of outwardly powerful float, the Hammer of Destruction carried a huge force on it that instantly blasted the stones that made up the giant's body into pieces.

Sal's bright performance was injected into the surrounding orcs' bodies like a booster shot. Under Sal's leadership, the orcs who had emerged from their fear began to fight back in an orderly fashion.

But just at that moment.

"Sal!!! I said it!!!! I'll be back with a vengeance!!!"

A familiar voice sounded from Sal's ear, and before Sal could say anything, one deep green fire door after another appeared in the center of the Great Gobi.

Vaguely could see the scene on the other side of the fire door, how glorious Asgard was in the beginning, the shining golden palace, the Odin Throne that could monitor the nine worlds, the place where the gods enjoyed drinking. Asgard that was known as paradise, but now, silent and desolate. The remnants of those walls have also been covered with vegetation....

Before Sal could lament, Brandwalden, who was covered in phosphorescent green flames, had already walked out of the fire door.

Having lost his pupils, which had been replaced by a blackness, the only thing that remained in Brandwarden's eyes was an ice coldness diametrically opposed to the flame.

Although this flame had given Brandwalden strength, Asgard's vitality was too little. In order to allow his people to rest better, Brandwarden deliberately suppressed his own need for "vitality", and as a price, Brandwarden's soul was like being gnawed by ants all the time.......

Taking a deep breath, the vitality within the surrounding meters was instantly consumed by Brandwalden as fuel.

The instantly disappearing pain caused Brandwalden to comfortably1 breathe a sigh of relief.

"Centaur! Charge!!!"

As he said that, Blandwalden rushed out on his horse.

Just as Sal was staring at him.

Jeanne also saw a change in the sky over the Great Gobi.

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Volume 2: Extras - 7 - Debut

As the sounds of warfare rang out, there were more sightings around.

This was all from the observations of the other imperial masters, some of whom passed through enchantments, others through technological products such as telescopes.

The strong wind generated by the engagement broke everything around, but except for the two who fought, the other hidden guys were exceptionally quiet....

Even though they were engaged in a war, even Li Shuwen and Dilumu Duo who were in the middle of a war knew just as well that they were now saving their strength, and both of them tacitly suppressed their own strength to around fifty percent. Because this was the Holy Grail War, without knowing anything else from this, it would be perfect if they could mislead about it from the information above.

Right at this moment, the sky suddenly flashed with crazy thunder and lightning. Stepping on the thunder and lightning, a solid figure galloped out from the dark clouds, and at his hip was a chariot pulled by two divine bulls.

"Both sides close their swords! In the presence of the great Iskandar!"

Hearing the strong man's words, the hearts of the crowd rose simultaneously, "Is this an idiot?" The idea.

It would be just as well if it was one of those unknown or buried in the annals of history if it was already on the scene, but Iskandar can't be unknown to anyone who knows anything about history, right?

Taking Sakura's hand, Hydra touched his chin on the far side of the tower.

"Kind of interesting~"

That said, Hydra's "bit of fun" wasn't directed at Iskandar, but rather at the chariot he was riding.

Iskandar the Conqueror, known as "Alexander the Great". Born in Paila, the capital of the Macedonian kingdom, he studied under the famous Greek scholar Aristotle, and went to war with his father at the age of 18 and succeeded to the throne at the age of 20. He was the greatest military genius in European history and the most famous conqueror of the Macedonian Empire. He was the most famous conqueror of the Macedonian Empire. He was also the most famous military leader and politician in ancient history.

The sacred bull that sits on the chariot is even more interesting.

In ancient Greece, there was a beautiful maiden named Obaro, who was the daughter of a king named Agnus Dei, and he was very beautiful. He was very beautiful, to say the least. But just like any other woman, she came to the attention of Zeus because of her attractive face.

In order to capture the silly girl, Zeus turned into a bull, and then compelled by Hermes Obaro and his sisters to go to the seashore for fun. Then Zeus appeared, and the bull that Zeus changed into was not rude and savage like the other bulls, but was like a work of art, warm and beautiful. Seeing the bull, the maidens couldn't help but walk up to it, including Obaro.

Then Obaro began to swim in the sea with the bull's image of Zeus, and when he was tired of playing, Obaro climbed onto the bull's back and slept. And while Obaro slept, Zeus, the bull image, transported Obaro camel to the island of Crete. When Obaro awoke, the bull had disappeared. In its place was Zeus who had become a beautiful man.

Zeus said.

"I am the master of Crete, and if you want to be safe you must marry me."

In the end, the desperate and helpless girl agreed to Zeus' proposal....

And the maiden's fallout seems guessable: why did Zeus turn into a cow? It's because Zeus is afraid that Hera will find out about his affair. That's why it became a bull transporting Obaro to this remote place in Crete. You know, those women who were discovered by Hera while stealing clear of the sun were ushered into torment....

In fact, Obaro's luck was pretty good...at least all three of his sons ended up becoming notorious...and the bad luck was like the original Quintus and his sons....

It was precisely because Zeus had once turned into a bull when he tempted Oberoi, so the bull that was sacrificed to Zeus would be more or less tainted with divine supernatural powers. And in the body of the Flying-Hoofed Thunder Bull, Hydra could feel the strong, Zeus' scent.

It must be known that under Hydra's rule, no matter whether it was the kingdom where Obaro was or the island of Crete, they were all part of Sparta under Hydra's rule, and for the witches that were prevalent above Sparta, Hydra could even imagine Zeus' burning lust and inexorable anger.

In fact, when Hydra first started building Sparta, Zeus would often tempt Hydra with resources in exchange for beautiful women. Never mind how obscene this would be, once it was artistically crafted by the temple priests, it would become an epic tale of heroes saving a beautiful woman.

Never mind how dashing a bard's profession would be, in fact, if the family had a few spare dollars, or a few acres of land. Only a fool would enjoy the drudgery of living in the middle of nowhere and living in the open air. Although it cannot be denied that there are such fools, but then what?

What does the bard long for? Dapper? Freedom? That's bullshit. They were just trying to rise to the top by gaining the appreciation of the nobles through their bardic ways. They were weak in the face of divine power, and for a few gold coins, the poor bards had every reason to help the temple proclaim the greatness of Zeus.

Refused?

I'm sorry, but if you refuse, we dare you to be wanted.

In the age of theocracy, your rejection of the temple meant that no city would accept you. Or be forced to, or driven by profit. The emphasis on bards would all become the mouth of the temple to wash Zeus clean.

In modern times this was the power of public opinion.

Nodding, Hydra put the flying hoofed Thunderbull in the corner and turned to look at Sakura beside her.

You know, it was a fifty once tall building, but Sakura's face hadn't changed at all, like a composite of organic and inorganic matter with breathing....

Picking Sakura up across the room, Hydra used the spatial control to open a dark portal in front of her.

Stepping out, by the time Sakura opened her eyes again Hydra had arrived at the Winterwood port located several kilometers away.

Everyone narrowed their eyes at the sudden appearance of Hydra.

With a breath-taking aura, a strange sense of crisis rose from everyone's hearts.

"Good morning, good afternoon, and good night. Good day to you all~"

Teasing words rang out from Hydra's mouth, as if not even noticing that the attention of the crowd had turned to the young girl in Hydra's arms.

"Touch-"

The anti-materiel sniper rifle in Kheiya's hand emitted a silenced, suppressed whine.