Magician in Type-Moon

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Boom——!

The earth trembled, and dozens of rock spears rose from the ground, instantly forming a prison around the hydra.

Although these rock spears could not penetrate the highly defensive scales, they successfully restricted its movement, preventing it from moving freely for a time.

However, this delay only lasted for a few seconds.

Click, click, click...!

The hydra's massive jaws snapped shut, its sharp fangs gleaming coldly in the darkness, then suddenly snapped open, instantly shattering the rock spear's restraints.

These heads were more troublesome than they had imagined.

Chapter 509 Hydra

Luvia I regained its footing and murmured, "...This is troublesome."

That one sentence alone is enough to illustrate the pressure they are under.

Outside the arena, everyone's eyes were focused on the 3D image, watching intently with bated breath.

Matouchi's gaze became slightly unfocused as he captured the details of the hydra through the images.

If we only consider arm strength, its power is no less than that of a Heroic Spirit.

But what's even more challenging is the independence of the nine heads.

These were not mere extensions of the body, but rather entities possessing independent thought and action. Their gazes swept across the Luvia sisters, vigilantly watching their every move, their roles clearly defined, ready to block their escape routes at any moment.

this means--

They were essentially facing nine powerful fantasy creatures at the same time.

If we calculate based solely on the number of attacks:

When the two Luvias work together, their attack speed can be doubled.

But Hydra has nine heads—simply multiplying them together results in a factor of nine.

The exchange just now clearly demonstrated this overwhelming frequency of attacks.

Luvia and her allies were unable to launch an offensive for a long time.

that is because--

The three heads of the Hydra did not move, but they kept their eyes fixed on them.

This was less of a battle and more like a ball game.

—That's right, sports like football.

The nine heads of the Hydra each have a specific function, forming a near-perfect formation:

The three heads are focused on offense, like forwards, constantly probing and applying pressure.

The three heads protect the main body, acting as a rearguard to ensure its own safety.

The three heads adjust according to the situation, sometimes assisting the attack and sometimes supporting the defense, just like a flexible midfield orchestrator.

They were not confused at all; instead, they were like an experienced team, executing their tactics precisely.

At this moment, at the gambling table—

"...This is truly terrifying."

Alette whispered, her voice tinged with suppressed amazement.

"What do you mean?"

"Those two fighters... their chests barely rose and fell."

She glanced at the image, a hint of disbelief in her eyes.

"So, they're not breathing, are they?"

Upon hearing this, Matou Ike merely glanced at her briefly before slowly speaking:

"Just as you imagined."

"Chimeras and pterosaurs also inherited venom, but the Hydra... is the ultimate in it."

"Legend has it that if you inhale even a tiny bit of its aura, villages within a hundred miles will turn into dead lands overnight. It is a deadly poisonous aura contaminated with mythical toxins."

"Therefore, they had already enhanced the function of their lungs and red blood cells before the battle, allowing their bodies to almost stop breathing."

He explained it in great detail, but at the same time, he had to admit—

This was undoubtedly a fatal situation for Luvia.

—Faced with a monster that is already difficult to defeat, must you fight in a near-suffocating state?

The moment his words fell—

The stereoscopic image has changed.

No.

Or perhaps it should be said that the opposite is true.

The once enormous hydra is disappearing.

Its massive, mountain-like body seemed to be erased by an invisible hand, gradually dissolving into the air.

"oh oh……!"

Van Fem exclaimed with delight, "Disappearance magic!"

—But this is not simply invisibility.

Hydra is diving into the ground.

In the footage, its body seems to disappear into the darkness, completely retreating from the battlefield.

"...It's practically like a submarine."

Alette frowned slightly and murmured.

Matou Ike pondered to himself, "Perhaps this is part of the style of Fem's ship banquet—"

The first battle: Chimeras – active on the surface.

The second battle: Pterodactyls – dominating the skies.

The third battle: Hydra – lurking beneath the earth.

—If Fem's arrangement was intended to prevent the audience from getting bored, then this final battle has completely transcended the category of **"wonderful".

Every battle is a trial filled with murderous intent for the fighters.

And this time——

They faced an unknown threat from the darkness.

"...However, those two fighters have already adapted to this situation."

Alette watched the video, her expression subtly changing.

“Their skills are truly amazing. I’ve even started considering hiring them as bodyguards.”

Upon hearing this, Isilid couldn't help but whistle.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute."

He leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed, a hint of excitement on his lips.

"—But the question is, can they really handle Hydra?"

The battle between the chimera and the pterosaur was already amazing enough.

But it truly lived up to its reputation as the final, third match.

—The danger of this battle far surpasses that of the previous two.

The struggle depicted in the 3D image has temporarily ceased.

Hydra slowly swam underground through the arena.

It is mostly unable to move freely underground as it does in water.

It is dissolving the ground with the venom spewed from its various heads, creating a poisonous swamp. In other words, the area of ​​the ground stained purple roughly corresponds to the area where Hydra can move underground.

However, even knowing this, they cannot easily retaliate.

The situation actually worsened.

Because if the arena floor were to turn into a poisonous swamp, defeat would be inevitable.

The jet flight technique demonstrated during the Pteranodon battle could not have lasted for more than a few minutes.

The Luvias' focus is being eroded little by little.

They couldn't predict when Hydra would launch an attack.

In this state, even a fraction of a second of negligence could cost a life.

Even top magicians must expend tremendous energy to maintain a high level of vigilance.

But this is not all.

The poisonous fog still shrouded the entire arena.

They not only had to continuously cast anti-poison spells in parallel, but also maintain magic that strengthened themselves, and be ready to deal with any sudden attacks from Hydra.

— An ordinary magician would be exhausted in less than a minute.

However, Hydra simply did nothing.

This was a true battle to the death.

ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Even the gamblers at the gambling table couldn't help but hold their breath.

Only the sweltering, sweat-inducing time silently slips away—