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The whole process was dry, clean, and quiet, but still with a certain uncomfortable twist.

Eventually, the head of a hydra dragon opened its eyes, and there was a cold look in its eyes.

No one is lucky enough to describe this process to others, so nothing is known about the miraculous complex changes that occur in this process.

To the naked eye, the slender neck of the hydra had become emaciated, and Magellan knew that it was the fat under the scales that was consumed and transferred to regenerate the skull.

Seven heads gathered around.

The hydra is a mythical creature with a supernatural predatory instinct, just like Magellan's eyes, with seven heads, tacitly not entering the range of the sea sword, it stops at the boundary of this range, quietly creating a sense of oppression.

Magellan had already stood up, he had nothing to rely on, he was shaking, but there was a hint of disdain on his face.

At least in his opinion, a creature so powerful should not be controlled by instinct.

It was nothing more than a fleeting thought, and Magellan lowered his longsword flat.

It's a wonderful feeling, similar to playing with a flashlight as a lightsaber on a night when the air is bad. The long blade of the sword had no weight, and when it sliced through the hillside beside Magellan like tofu, the hearts of those holding the hilt were full of absurdity.

But the hydra wouldn't know that, the monster moved, no one knew that it sensed a threat, or sensed the weakness of its prey, and the seven hideous heads made of pig iron rushed down.

When a person sees the movement of the hydra in this instant, he can understand why the monster has a large and clumsy lower body.

Each head of the hydra was circled in one direction, its long neck twisted with incredible softness, tense into a powerful arc.

At that moment, the hydra that shot out seven heads almost lost its balance, but in the end, the bulky lower body helped it avoid such a dilemma.

And now, it is Magellan who is in distress.

He had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

So Magellan swung his sword.

At that moment, he was like a god.

The sword slashed off the heads of three monsters, leaving horrific wounds on the other two, and a rain of blood fell from the sky, trembling greatly.

Then the scene repeats itself, and the three heads that the hydra had just lost returned.

It didn't come without a price, but it wasn't a horror that changed the scene.

The hydra's neck had lost its original shape, its scales tightly wrapped around the muscles that had lost its fat, and even the joints of the cervical vertebrae below could be clearly seen. That turned the hydra's neck into chains, dangerous, deadly.

The monster did not stop attacking, Magellan was already unsteady, his weakness was on full display, and the instinct in his blood urged the hydra.

But this time, it still didn't work.

Magellan wielded his sword, he was almost crushed by the weight of his own arm, but he still wielded the weightless sword and cut off the hydra's attack.

At that moment, emptiness almost robbed Magellan of consciousness, and he seemed to be omnipotent, yet he was crushed by his own weight.

The hydra has lost its mind, and it has gone berserk.

Few people can understand why animals go berserk, it seems to be the most basic instinct of all animals, not even the hydra, which rivals the gods.

And the madness of this behemoth is more terrifying than all the madness in the world.

Magellan saw the Grim Reaper beckoning to him, but he sneered back with disdain.

......

The same moment, somewhere in the world.

Fate stood in front of the net and raised the dagger.

Right before their eyes, the crimson thread was being pulled, tight, and trembling weakly.

Then the dagger fell.

"It's time for it to end, your destiny...... What a brilliant ......"

......

On board, Edward was silent.

In the mountains in the distance, the hydra was like a tireless machine, shooting its head to the ground with terrifying speed. It was almost beyond the limits of human imagination, like a heavy rain in a thunderstorm, and no one can find a quiet moment in the rain, no matter how short it may be.

There was a monotonous roar in the air, and the sound of a huge weight falling on the ground turned muffled and mingled with the waves and became the background after being heard far away.

The people on the seashore are watching a silent pantomime, and the silhouette of the hydra is a monster in some nightmare, not hurting, not stopping.

"I'm going to save him. ”

Medea walked to the bow of the boat, clutching the package in her arms and frowning rarely.

"You can't go. ”

The captain did not move, and he finished the sentence with a blank face like a sculpture.

"I can help her, I have to do something......"

"Go as planned. ”

The captain's voice had never been so hoarse.

He faced the Count who had come up and removed the pipe that had long since been extinguished.

"There was a time when we were together, and I thought he was dead, but he wasn't. Edward seemed to be trying to squeeze a smile out of his face, but he failed, "Although in the end, he didn't say anything, but I know that there is no next time." ”

"Don't let him fool you, this man is an undead monster. ”

......

Magellan is not dead.

Wielding his sword, he slashed through the web of death woven by dragons and staggered toward the temple.

Athena's power protected the pure white grand building, and the hill collapsed under the attack of the hydra, but the temple still stood, and there was not even a crack in the female warrior outside.

Magellan was still far from his destination, separated by a large pit made by several hydra dragons, and he could only drag himself step by step.

The hydra looked down on the tiny prey with blood-red eyes, and the terrifying sword, which struck once more like a real machine.

Magellan waved his hand to cut off the attack from the front, but in the end, he was hit in the back.

At that moment, great pain struck, and the instinct belonging to the creature wanted to make him faint, but Magellan refused. He clearly felt every moment soaked in severe pain, and the world spun in front of him, dizzy and vomited, and then his face was covered in blood.

Then Magellan hit the marble walls of the temple like a broken sack and fell to the ground.

He smiled.

Magellan raised his left hand and placed it on the marble.

In front of his eyes was a pale gold, like the afterglow of a burning retina, and painful nerve signals surging like a tidal wave.

But in a world that only he knew, Magellan was laughing wildly.