The Clamoring Hydra

Click, click, click,

With the sound of the gears turning, Delka's body was dragged into Urgart's belly. The abdomen like an abyss crushed Delka's body into pieces, accompanied by the breakdown of tooth-bearing bones, which was degraded into the most basic energy by etheric energy. But just as before, said Yang, Sparta's technology tree based on etheric crystals is still very initial, plus a lot of impurities in the human body, so it will also cause a lot of waste in the transformation process.

Keng, 嗤——

Part of Urgart's prosthesis began to work violently, and then, Fletan could be seen. He shot a fierce steam on his shoulders and back. Along with the steam rising, the opening of Urgart's abdomen was also to remove the black waste.

Spitting spit in disdain, Urgart looked at the crowd indifferently.

"Know your position. Sparta does not support the waste people. You can live. It is already a great gift from His Majesty the Emperor. And this is your fourth rebellion..."

As he said, Urgart's gaze fluctuated slightly, as if it had been touched to the bottom, his gaze was full of burning anger.

"Who are you underestimating?!!!"

"Rebellion? Don't laugh at it! I haven't looked at you from the beginning!"

Urgot’s words are thick and rough with steel friction, and the dark green eyes are gleaming with a green light spot-this is a sequelae of his return from Hades. Like him, even with the other two rebirth pioneers, there is also a strong Hades breath, which even if it can't be controlled, will also cause great psychological pressure on others. And as now, the pressure of Urgart in rage made the only mob left in front of him filled with fear.

"Let your group of garbage and noble us live together in this land of divine grace! What else are you not satisfied with!!!"

The roar spread throughout the gathering place of the Nordic refugees. For the refugees, Hydera's concept penetrated into every corner of Sparta. The high concentration of collective honor makes everyone in Sparta full of ethnicity and loneliness at the state level. In Sparta who respects the strong, the weak have little room for survival. If a guy with no skill wants to survive in Sparta, why not jump directly into the Aegean Sea to feed the World of Warcraft-Heart of Indifference? What doesn't exist, in Sparta, all you can get from begging along the street is satire.

His eyes did not look at the mob in front, but glanced at the surrounding houses. Those moderates hide behind the window and watch the Spartan army... moderates? Those cautious observers hiding behind the windows are not necessarily moderates. It is clear that Urgart, as a "pioneer"-one of the few highest-ranking Spartan classes, Urgart served Sparta from the beginning of the New World. Scholars may not be clear about human communication, but in terms of human nature, he is not weaker than anyone—who survived a hundred years of war and survived. Is that a fool?

"I know what you are thinking about, fertile soil, delicious food, warm climate... Even if you are hiding behind a window, you will inevitably be greedy-but you better put it away carefully! Don’t show it! Delusionally wait for the strength to come again? Try it as much as possible! However, Sparta’s patience has limits! Next time, everyone will be buried with the actions of that small group of people!"

"What did you tell them so much? When did Urgart become so verbose?"

While Urgot was still talking, a cold and dignified voice came from behind the army.

Crossing the road divided by the soldiers, the makeup is exquisite, and the dark blue arc flashes in the eyes of Camille to disturb the side of Urgart. Compared to the height of at least two and three meters, which is like the rough and heavy meat of Urgart, Carmel, who is about one meter eight or five meters tall, looks particularly dignified. It is also a metal prosthesis, but Carmel’s body only has a leg blade made of a metal prosthesis in the lower part of the body. During the walk, the tip of the knife makes a sound similar to high heels, matching the beautiful posture. Like an elegant noblewoman.

But this kind of elegance does not bring kindness. On the contrary, in maintaining the glory of Sparta, under the delicate and elegant appearance, Carmel has a heart that is hotter than anyone else. The heart was transformed together, and with its alienation after returning from Hades, Carmel represented not only elegance, but also Sparta's desire for glory.

"Spartan does not need to be captured, this kind of idiot kills."

As he said, Carmel's legs danced gently, and the body of a Nordic thug who held a dagger behind him was split diagonally into two. The broken internal organs flowed to the ground, and Carmel's legs were as smooth as ever.

"I know."

They are all familiar companions, and Urgart didn’t feel sick because of Carmel’s behavior. Judging from the previous behavior, Delka’s death did not know how many times more miserable than this mob.

"But you know, this world will never go foolish. If they don't tell them, they won't understand our ideas."

With that said, Urgot waved at the army behind him.

"Kill it all."

There was no answer, because Sparta was more willing to express his thoughts with action than even answering – even Urgart felt that it was a little wordy. Having said so much, it might as well drag a few people to hack to death.

"How is Northern Europe now?"

Urgot asked while walking, and Carmel responded:

"It is acting according to the original plan. The three major legions headed by Herald Ritz, Virgin Pandora, and the Knight King have arrived in Northern Europe through the boundary gate, and it will not take long for His Majesty the Emperor to come."

With that said, Carmel's eyes were slightly dull.

"I really envy you...I will be able to travel to Northern Europe soon. And I have to be stationed in Sparta to prevent any changes."

"Hahaha! Of course! I am the most reliable warrior of Sparta!"

"Ha ha!"

Carmel’s face was full of scorn for Urgart’s bragging. They are all old friends, and there is no gulf between them... after all, they are all companions returning from Hades.

Shaking his head, Carmel didn't say much. The thigh of the prosthesis shot two steel cables with etheric energy fixed on the distant tree.

"I still have things, so I will go first."

"Oh."