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The marble became lovely, that white pure and immaculate.

Magellan faced the gate and watched the sunlight grass be shrouded in shadows, and then a giant snake head of pig iron silently emerged from above the gate, blocking the doorway.

In the middle of the gate was a blood-red eye, like a large ruby, empty of it.

Magellan held out his left hand to Athena, who was standing beside him.

"The shield is already in your hand. ”

The goddess raised her head, as if she could see through the marble roof of the temple the beasts raging in the sky above.

"I am a mortal who can only live for two hundred years. Magellan walked outside, "Let's show up sooner rather than later." ”

Athena disappeared silently.

......

Magellan stood on the grass, looking up at the hydra as it adjusted its posture.

Seven long necks intertwined with each other, methodically turning in the direction that suits them best, like a complex and sophisticated machine.

Then the machine stopped.

The wind roars.

Magellan raised his left arm.

Then there was an eerie crunch.

For the first time, the hydra retreated.

The six heads of the beast, ending their attack before they touched Magellan, were raised high as if they were dodging something terrible.

Maybe it's a monster with no fear, but its instinct knows what's deadly.

The head that didn't dodge was enough to justify the other six heads—it was petrifying.

It was a supernatural process, orderly, noisy, yet incomprehensible, like a pantomime.

The sound of a stone shard cracking was continuous, as if it had been painted, and the serpentine head turned from iron-blue to gray-white, and the metallic sheen on the surface of the scale dissipated, leaving behind the texture of the stone and cobweb-like cracks.

When the head solidifies into a stone, you can tell the difference between it when it is alive and the steel statue, a subtle but obvious difference: life has left the stone.

That gray color was still spreading, and perhaps before long, the whole behemoth would be turned to stone, but that didn't happen.

The hydra ripped the stone off with the flesh and bones attached to it.

The gray stone fell to pieces on the ground, and in the rain of blood, a new head grew.

The behemoth began to attack.

It was a scene of the heavens and the earth cracking, and the continuous terror attacks shook the earth, causing the ground to descend continuously.

Magellan was in the midst of a collapse of heaven and earth.

He raised his left hand.

......

The blade landed on the silk thread.

Fate has seen countless times when the thread breaks. Sometimes, it's when she's pulling the blade, but more often it's the web of silk threads pulling.

But this time, fate didn't see the scene she was familiar with.

The blade landed on the silk thread, and the silk thread made a sound of gold and iron, like a plucked string.

The whole web was trembling, but the thread in the middle never broke.

"Then this is the verdict of fate......"

......

When Magellan raised his left hand, his mind was empty.

What he's going to do is a stupid thing in the truest sense of the word.

It took seven steps, and each one was successful for Magellan to survive. And for each step, the probability of success is only 1 in 10,000.

It's hard to describe how stupid it is, especially since he has other options.

But Magellan chose the least likely way to succeed, and he didn't even hesitate.

The hydra finally forgot its fear of the shield in its rage, and its attack was like a rainstorm. In the rain, some people may see that the silk threads made of water sew the sky and the earth together into a chaos, and the current giant beast can also be indistinguishable from heaven and earth.

I don't know if it was an accident or exhaustion, Magellan couldn't dodge the monster's attack, his left hand raised, only a trace away from the hydra's snake kiss.

It was a moment too short to be called instantaneous, and the shield emerged from the back of Magellan's hand, and Medusa's terrifying power erupted.

Then the shield vanished, and the hydra's head began to petrify, but it didn't notice anything and rose away like an arrow from a string, making room for the next head's attack.

So the second time, the exact same process repeated.

There was no crashing sound, only the roar of the wind from the attack of the hydra, everything was like a precision instrument running quietly in a noisy background, and Magellan was a part of the machine, never going wrong, only being in the right place at the right time.

The same thing was repeated seven times.

Magellan lowered his left hand and raised his head.

The hydra's seven heads were petrified, grayish-white slowly but surely spreading along its neck, and the behemoth couldn't do anything about it.

The blank space vanished, and countless thoughts began to flow through his mind.

It was a complex turbulence, but the most common of them was always fear.

"You're like a god. Athena's voice woke Magellan from his own world.

"Gods?"

"Myself. Athena looked up and watched as the hydra struggled in pain, its movements becoming slower and slower, "As you guessed, if every time you use Medusa's power, for a short moment, the shield will not hurt at all." If you do this every time, the shield can be used indefinitely. ”

"That's why I didn't forge another stronger shield, I like that way of fighting. ”

"Very much in line with the statement of the god of war. Magellan looked up, too, and by this time the beast was no longer struggling, it had no brain.

"But I have bad news for you. ”

"What?"

"Medusa's power has run out. ”

"Yes. Magellan watched as the grayish-white of the stone spread backwards along the beast's torso, leaving cobweb-like cracks in its path.

"To be exact, it's my power that runs out, it's your power that runs out. ”

"So," said Magellan slowly, "you do take up my brain, live in it, and if I have no strength, you will be the same, right?"

Without waiting for Athena to answer, he continued to himself: "The so-called sacrificial talent is that you have to rely on that part of your brain power to exist, right? If I guess correctly, I am the only one in this world who can see you." ”

Magellan finished his speculation in a dry tone.

"That's right," Athena looked down into Magellan's eyes, "I don't know how long the next meeting will be...... I hope to have the opportunity to introduce you to some old friends. ”

"Don't you have fear?"

Magellan shook his head.

"Don't let your fear go, it's dangerous. ”

Leaving these words, Athena disappeared into thin air.

The last shred of strength left Magellan, and he fell to the ground on his back, and the world swirled and plunged into darkness.