Me, Hydra

And what's more, the layers of hindrances that Odin's and others had put in place to the practice of the spell had begun to loosen.

This is not a good sign, and when all limits of power are lost, then the dark side of incredible people will come face to face....

"Is this the twilight that Father speaks of...?"

As he did so, Thor walked towards the Rainbow Bridge with Thor's hammer in his hand.

The Frost Giant had begun to move differently, and the Golden Rooster standing at the top of the World Tree had begun to cough up blood, which all but indicated that dusk was approaching, and that his strength had reached a bottleneck, and there was no need to continue to hone it....

As he thought, Thor tore away the restraint his father had placed on him.

........

On the other hand, Quintus was standing in the gladiatorial arena, relying on near-tortured hard training, he had become Sparta's foremost soldier, and not even the head instructor from that heyday could survive another ten rounds under Quintus' hand....

In fact, the first generation of Sparta's forbidden guards had already begun to grow old and even die, and now there were all new faces among the Spartan forbidden guards.

Another year into winter, the Chief Instructor who had aged down touched the tombstone in front of him, on which was engraved one familiar name after another, these were the Praetorian Guards and his comrades, relying on Hydra's blessings, their cloaks reflecting for them the passage of much time. But mortals were mortals after all, and even if they refracted ordinary time, what could they do? It was merely a longer lifespan, and as time passed, their bodies began to age, and they were not functioning as well as they used to, they were old enough to be able to fight one another.

Although Quintus hated the blood of Zeus in his body, but sometimes he went to have to admit that it was because of the blood of Zeus himself to have such an amazing rate of improvement, more than 150 years have passed since his mother brought herself to Sparta, but even so, his own physical ability is still growing with time without any signs of weakening. While understanding that this was due to the fact that he was training hard every day, the truth was that Quintus knew it better than anyone.

If it wasn't for the blood of the gods in his body, he would have died long ago in that training that was tens of times harder for normal people....

Looking at his teacher in front of him, Quintus's heart was bitter.

Sparta's three hundred forbidden guards had officially gone from the light to the dark side, and now that Sparta tended to be stable, they were no longer needed to deter those who had ill intentions.

Glancing back at Quintus, the chief instructor smiled.

"Surely na, this cloak is still just a little more pleasing to the eye on the young man..."

As he said that, the Chief Instructor stood up.

"Quintus, are you resenting me...resenting me for not giving you the position of Commander of the Praetorian Army?"

"I..."

"Tell the truth!" The Chief Instructor looked gravely at Quintus before him, but the Master revealed some warmth in the depths of this serious gaze.

"I have no children, and you are the most gifted man I have ever met. I see you as my child, and I would not want my child to deceive me."

As he spoke, the Chief Instructor placed his palm on Quintus's shoulder, the already somewhat withered arm still showing the strong muscles of his youth, but now the carving knife of time had numbly inscribed the colors of old age on it.

After a moment of silence, Quintus shook his head with a faint smile.

"I do not lie to you, I do not resent it. As you said, the point of the Praetorian Army's existence is to guard Sparta from foreign invaders forever. And I am the spear. A spear can only be used for offense. That fellow Leonidas I was known by everyone, and his heart for Sparta was stronger than anyone else's. He was the best shield and the best officer. More than a man like me, he's the kind of guy who can inspire Spartans to rise to the occasion!"

Hearing Quintus' words the Chief Instructor smiled and nodded.

"It's good that you understand...just fine~ You and Leonidas one is a spear, while the other is a shield. You two are indispensable and contradictory, and a spear and shield together is the best option."

After a moment of silence, the Chief Instructor sobbed a bit.

"I am old, and there is not much time left... In the beginning, in order to stabilize Sparta, my old friends and I stepped forward to accept the blood of the beasts concocted by Lord Hydra. Now, my retribution has come. From now on, Sparta will be in your hands. I hope you treat him well."

As he said that, the Chief Instructor stood up.

"I can't believe I said that talking when I wasn't paying attention, alright. I'm sorry for the delay~ Go back~"

At the news, Quintus nodded and was about to say something when suddenly, a guard arrived at Quintus.

"What's wrong?"

The Chief Instructor wondered, and Quintus didn't hold back.

"Olympus' revenge...is coming."

Volume 1: Text-97 - Going on a mission

"Great Lord, we're leaving..."

Looking at Hydra before him, Leonidas wore the garb of a Spartan Praetorian Guard Commander.

With a silent nod, Hydra said quietly.

"Go, I cannot personally participate in this war, this time you will lose my protection, and the only people you can count on are your comrades behind you..."

As he did, Hydra closed her eyes, and Leonidas said nothing more, nodding his head, Leonidas got up and left the Great Shrine.

After Leonidas left, Skaha stepped forward.

"Why don't you try to get Cuchulain and the others involved in this war? The war would have been easier with Celtic's help, wouldn't it?"

Hearing Skaha's cold, clear voice, Hydra shook her head quietly.

"No, they are the hope of Sparta's future and the heirs to the Spartan spirit...this battle can only be faced by them...and more importantly, the taste of this war changes once other forces are added to it..."

After saying that, Hydra turned on her side and stopped paying attention to Skaha in front of her.

And Skaha didn't get angry either, lying down on the side of the toffee chair with a carefree face.

On the other hand, Leonidas, who had come out of the Great Shrine, picked up the bronze mirror that he had placed aside...no, it should now be called the Shield of Equus. It was the same Shield of Bronze Mirror that Hydra had taken from Perseus in the first place. Ever since his original self had received this shield in the competition, Leonidas had been enlightening himself until the shield acknowledged Leonidas.

Having received the shield's acknowledgement, the shield no longer looked like a bronze mirror, but had been transformed into a Spartan-style round tower shield by Leonidas' drive.

The simple-looking shield was unadorned, even the spear in his hand. The large red cloak behind him was constantly flying with the depressing autumn wind....

"Are you ready~"

Standing off to the side, Quintus looked straight ahead, the distance driving an easy sound.

Nodding his head, Leonidas' voice also had a bit of a smile in it.

"Of course... I've been looking forward to this war for a long time!"

Hearing Leonidas' words, Hippolyta, who was on the side, shook her head helplessly.

"You men are really... Isn't it good to live in peace..."

"What do you know?! War is what makes a man romantic!"

As he said that, Quintus patted his chest, as Quintus saw his mother among the crowd of people sending him off.

"And for me, this is the beginning of revenge!"

Nodding, Leonidas, who was standing in front of the Great Shrine, looked down at the army of soldiers on the stage and the people seeing them off on either side.

"Two hundred years! Two hundred years! This is the war we've been waiting for! Two hundred years ago we were mocked by the inhabitants of the other side of the ocean as natives, uncultured and unknowledgeable. But now, we hold tower shields in our hands, and pointy spears! The fury of battle burns in our hearts! It's as if our flesh is churning with searing lava!"