Chapter 13 (2/2)

The fusion of magic power was God’s domain.

Multiple forbidden spells were also very high-level magic skills. They required at least dozens of Legendary Grade specialties to support, and all kinds of attributes had to reach Epic Grade before they could try it.

According to this battle, people said that Hydra had already entered the Demigod Realm.

At least, it had already touched the boundary between gods and mortals.

This was not the most difficult thing to deal with.

Hydra had the bloodline of the Nine-Headed Swamp Snake and its self-healing ability was very strong.

Even if its head was cut off, it would be reborn in a very short time.

Legend had it that only by cutting off all of Hydra’s head at the same time and piercing through the heart could it be possible to kill it.

This was deduced from the method of killing the Nine-Headed Swamp Snake

No one knew whether it would work or not.

Angela’s offer was actually to tell Walter that it was impossible for her to not like him.

She never expected Walter to only hesitate for a moment before nodding in agreement.

“Deal. I’ll send Hydra’s body to the church.”

Walter put away his sword and turned to walk out.

Angela quickly pulled him back.

She felt that her little head was a little stuck. Did she misunderstand something?

“Brother Walter, what are you going to do?”

‘We were chatting happily, why did you suddenly want to leave?’

‘Do you know how much courage I had to muster before I came to confess?’

“I’m going to kill Hydra, the Nine-Headed Dragon.”

“I will keep our agreement.”

Walter did not have any intention of joking. He strode to the balcony, took out his dragon flute, and blew lightly.

A loud dragon’s roar sounded, and Walter’s iconic mount, the Golden Holy Dragon, appeared in the air.

Roar!

The Golden Holy Dragon shook its neck in awe.

When it saw Angela, it even moved its big head closer to greet her.

The wisdom of dragons was not inferior to that of humans.

Some of the older dragons were even called ‘living museums’ and were very respected in the entire multiverse.

Before Angela could greet the Golden Holy Dragon, Walter had already mounted the saddle. He pulled the reins, and the Golden Holy Dragon whistled into the air, disappearing into the horizon with a gust of wind.

“Brother Walter, do you hate me that much?”

“You would rather face the monster, Hydra, than me?”

“Am I that scary? Do I make you hate me that much?”

Angela stomped her feet hard, her brand-new deerskin boots making a loud noise.

At this time, the old king ‘happened’ to pass by and saw Angela looking like she had suffered a huge blow. He beckoned her over.

“Silly child, what are you crying for? A lady’s tears are like pearls in the Danube River. They are extremely precious.”

“You should cherish them, not let them flow freely.”

The old king took out a handkerchief and wiped Angela’s tears with standard aristocratic etiquette.

“But…”

“But brother Walter would rather go and kill a dragon than be with me. I…”

The bean-sized tears fell. Angela’s eyes were red. No matter how good her acting skills were, they could not hide the sadness in her heart.

“Silly child, I’ve only heard of warriors who kill dragons for their loved ones. There’s no fool who would reject a lady and go and kill a dragon.”

“Walter is a person who is not good at expressing himself.”

“Are you prepared to live with such a person?”

The old king patiently guided her and was even further into tricking his son.