In my memory, Hydra is a mythical creature. It is one of the offspring of Typhon and Echidna. By the way, Echidna seems to look a lot like Medusa. Thank goodness I'm not the giant Typhon, otherwise it would be troublesome to have a Hydra as our child in the future. With its appetite, all we need to do is hunt rabbits every day to feed it, no need to do anything else.

But in this world, Hydra does not have a mythological background, so we can't interpret its habits using syncretism. For example, it is now trotting towards me with small steps, sounding like applause from a distance...

Is it because its legs are short that it moves quickly?

You look so fierce, don't try to be cute! Just walk slower with your short legs!

I thought about it and decided to stand five meters in front of the crowd as a representative for negotiation.

Here it comes, this giant creature has run up to me. Its seven heads scan me from all directions, and the rust scent makes me cough. A monster with big heads and thick, long necks. Well, even if you transform into a monster girl, I don't think anyone would want you.

"Miss..."

"Nice to meet you, I am... Raul."

"We are... the Black Trading Company, um, the Black Trading Company."

"Do you recognize this emblem..."

"Our beef just now, are you satisfied..."

"Raul, move away!"

Before they could finish speaking, I heard a dull collision. Wolfrang used his body to knock away one of the heads that was about to bite me! It seems like the Hydra mistook me for beef. My wife hastily drew her bow and arrow, but didn't know where to shoot because Wolfrang was standing on the Hydra's back, gripping one of its heads with his claws.

"Spread out! Spread out!"

If we really have to fight for our lives, Simmon gave the order and shot his gun. Although he hit one head, the effect wasn't great. I quickly pulled out my gun and retreated next to my wife.

"Just keep shooting!"

"Ah, got it!"

I fired two bullets, and my wife shot three arrows. Based on my intuition, the neck of the Hydra should be its weakness, so I focused my fire on its neck. My wife was afraid of hurting Wolfrang, so she shot all three arrows at the monster's legs.

The Hydra was in pain, its neck moved forcefully, drawing a small arc in the air and almost throwing Wolfrang off. I saw Simmon still reloading, and the others were too far away to approach, so I emptied the last three bullets in my gun. Then, I turned and pulled out an axe from my wife's waist, ready for close combat.

"Husband!"

"Can you use petrification now?"

"No, Wolfrang is still there!"

"Go get Leya! Hurry!"

"I won't go!"

"I won't die, hurry!"

"No! I won't go!"

My wife, Wolfrang can't hold on much longer, and you can move much faster in the marsh. None of us are a match for this Hydra, perhaps Leya's magic can still have some effect.

But she told me with her eyes that she wants to be with me no matter what.

"Raul, reload quickly!"

Park fired another shot and anxiously shouted at me.

I turned my head to look at the Hydra. It had numerous bullet holes on its massive body, but none were fatal shots. Little Ao didn't even make a move and was submerged in the mud. Why are you so timid! Aren't you supposed to corrode things! We have no other options left. Wolfrang was struggling to hold onto one head, trying to twist its long neck. But the strength of just one neck is comparable to that of the werewolf's power.

It's not that we want to fight this monster, but mainly because it doesn't understand human language.

"Wolfrang, the stuff it spews is poisonous!"

"I know, I can handle it!"

The head Wolfrang was gripping started spewing out a deep purple mist, the same color as the monster's blood. No, if this continues, we will pay a hefty price. I don't know if Wolfrang's "handling it" means "not dying" or "being immune to toxins". I have to do something. My wife is constantly chanting the incantation for magic arrows, but the white mist still cannot condense on the arrows. I joined her in feeling anxious, but it was useless.The arrow doesn't work... Is it because it's too long...

What about bullets? If that kind of magic can be attached to arrows, maybe it can also be attached to bullets!

"Wife, use this!"

"What is this?"

"Use this, the magic flower arrow, or magic arrow, use this bullet!"

My wife's understanding has improved a lot, she immediately understood my meaning and started trying to cast magic on large caliber lead bullets. But it still didn't work, the white mist couldn't solidify.

"Look at me, look at me!"

"Ah, ah?!"

"You are Medusa, the strongest monster, we agreed to fight the enemy together."

"Yes!"

"That monster is strong, but I think you are stronger."

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't have as many heads as you do!"

To be honest, my wife's heads put together are more than double the monster's.

"Hehe."

I made my wife laugh, and I smiled and stroked her hair with the back of my hand. In tense moments like this, we must maintain composure, the more anxious we are, the worse we perform.

"How can you two still be so intimate! Quickly get away from there!"

Simmon didn't know how many shots he had fired, he was cleaning the barrel. Judging by the furrowed brows, the situation was already very bad. Wolfrang was exhausted, with a large patch of fur missing from his shoulder, probably contaminated by the poisonous mist.

"My love, come on."

Putting the lead bullet in her palm, the familiar magic accelerated arrow chant began, white smoke rotated clockwise from the bottom of the black projectile, and after some unscientific air movement, it finally wrapped around the lead bullet.

Success! This is truly the crystallization of our love as husband and wife!

The magic-enhanced projectile was lighter than feathers, quickly loaded with gunpowder, and placed into the bullet.

This time, I really went all out, I put more gunpowder than usual, and it all relied on this one shot to determine life or death!

"Raul! Run!"

Wolfrang shouted at me, the multi-headed dragon went mad, and the werewolf's strength was no longer able to restrain it. The huge creature charged at my wife and me. Stay calm, with that many heads, none of them are likely the key, aim for the heart, the heart is the weak point where a single blow can be fatal.

Wait, is the heart on the left or right side?

Left side? That's for humans, where is it for monsters?

Make a decision quickly, don't have obsessive-compulsive disorder about choosing at a time like this!

The multi-headed dragon splashed muddy water with its frantic small steps, I only had one bullet, what should I do...

The sound of footsteps filled my ears, in my blurry vision, I felt a gentle hand holding the gun, our index fingers overlapped on the trigger, I looked at my wife, who smiled lightly and pressed down hard on my nail.

The white thread hung in the air for only a second, and the two-headed dragon fell down with a roar.

We were splashed with mud, and my hand was still numb from the recoil caused by the extra gunpowder, but the power of that one shot was really strong - it pierced through the body of the multi-headed dragon. Simmon sat on the ground, clutching his rifle and panting heavily, Park habitually wiped his face, and his hands rested on his knees to catch his breath. Wolfrang was completely exhausted, limping off the multi-headed dragon's body. Although the monster still had breath, it was probably not far from death.

"That was really close just now..."

"Yes, I've never seen this monster go crazy before, it's really..."

"So terrifying."

My wife also breathed a sigh of relief, and I used water from a water bottle to help clean the mud from her hair. Speaking of which, the "mud girl" we just killed, we didn't make any profit either. We couldn't just cut open its belly and take out the meat, plus its blood is said to be poisonous. Well, it's okay, life is more important, we can only make money if we're alive.

Actually, I feel sorry for those cows, because Night Fall Town doesn't have many cows to begin with, and this time we went all out. Simmon said it's the last time for the black market caravan anyway, so we should sell everything we can. If we keep those cows, the kingdom will just snatch them away. If we had known it would end like this, I should have bought them and let my wife have a good meal...

Speaking of cows, I think of my big yellow cow, I wonder if it's doing well at Wolfrang's place.

...

"Eh, ah, huh!"Am I hallucinating?! I'm not in the demon's territory, so where is this high-pitched female voice coming from?

My wife looked terrified, staring behind me, behind me...

Damn it, when did someone appear on this stone island!

"West, Simmon, have you seen that person before?"

"No, absolutely not..."

"Is it one of ours?"

"Wait, don't move, let me count the number of people."

Fifteen people, not one less. Who is this extra person? After wiping off the mud on my glasses, it was still too blurry. I quickly rinsed it with water and took a closer look. That person was made of clay...

Although we were covered in mud, "a person covered in mud" and "a person made of mud" are different. The edges of that person's body were incredibly smooth, especially the feet, which directly merged with the mud, as if growing out of it. The graceful curves visually implied that it was a "woman," and a very young woman at that.

"What the hell is this..."

I instinctively reached for my gun, but the slippery sensation told me that the mud splashed from the fallen Hydra had wetted the cartridge, rendering the gun unusable for the time being.

"Wife, get your bow and arrow ready..."

"Husband, what is that?"

"That is... the real Akantiasna."

The clay figure slowly moved towards us, increasing in speed...

"Hah... a monster is always a monster, it's been too long since I've exercised my body."

"What... what... what is this..."

"Leya's clothes are dirty, and it'll be troublesome to bother her again..."

Wolfrang complained and neatly folded the suit made by Leya, handing it to Simmon. He moved his hairless half-arm and stood in front of all of us.

"Shoot!"

Before the words fell, my wife's arrow had already flown out. I didn't expect the arrow to cause much damage to this mud creature, it was mainly to cover Wolfrang's attack. I followed closely behind Wolfrang, wielding an axe and charging.

Then I saw the werewolf who rushed ahead slip and fall onto his back.

This creature can control the mud on the ground!

Before I could issue a warning, the scene before my eyes switched to a sky blue sky, and my hand barely had time to cushion the back of my head.

"Get away from the mud! Leave, quickly! Wife, run!"

At that time, I didn't know what we had encountered. The muddy water on the ground was like the hands of evil spirits in hell, holding onto everyone's feet, rendering them immobile. Including my Medusa.

Our black market... shouldn't have died in a place like this.

I twisted my body in an uncomfortable position, looking at my wife who reached out her hand but couldn't move; Simmon, who was organizing everyone to shoot; the desperate members of the merchant group...

The mud girl walked past me, her coffee-colored legs sliding across the ground, and the mud followed in her footsteps, forming a hypnotic spiral. My wife shot another arrow, but it went straight through her body, and Simmon's bullets only created small mud splatters. I didn't believe that the unbeatable demon was here; she just had the advantage of the terrain. But that alone sealed our failure.

However, just when we were feeling hopeless, Park's voice rang out.

"Hey, you little rascal, are you done causing trouble?"