The moment the countdown ended, I was already back in the central square of the main city.
Patrolling skeleton soldiers stood in formation beside me, and the sound of maids' training echoed from afar.
This mission lasted two days.
For a transmigrator, such long-duration missions were rare.
First, Mr. Fang Hao went to the Hero Altar and checked the building information.
No Hydra revival prompt appeared.
It must have already been resurrected by someone.
The Hydra was actually quite unlucky; with its Dark Gold level eight strength, no one in the guard army was its match.
But then a lesser god appeared and casually slew it.
Returned to the lord's residence.
There sat the Dragon Queen, legs crossed elegantly on a wooden chair, emanating a dignified aura.
In front of her was the Hydra, now reduced to over four meters tall, cautiously answering the questions she posed.
