Hydra fixed six of her nine heads firmly on the six gods before her. Two of the remaining three stayed on guard, while only the last golden head turned back to look at Zhang Heng.
Hydra's gaze toward Zhang Heng was complicated. It had been nearly three months since they had last met, and both sides had gone through too much during that time. Bartender Lady had many things she wanted to say. Like Kronos, what she most wanted to ask was why Zhang Heng had made such a choice.
Although this was the outcome she had wanted most, perhaps even Hydra herself had not realized that somewhere deep in her subconscious, she had vaguely imagined the story taking another course. That course would have gone against her mission and duty, but it did not seem all that bad.
But in the end, the enormous golden snake head uttered only one sentence.
"Time's up!"
Zhang Heng nodded and slid the newly upgraded Hidden Sheath back into its scabbard. "I hope I can come find you for another special cocktail once this is over."
"I won't be bartending anymore. No matter how hard I work on the front lines, I'll never save up enough for a down payment." The golden head had already turned back toward the front.
"What a shame."
Their utterly unbothered conversation finally enraged the gods present. Though Hydra was powerful, none of the gods there were pushovers. Each was only a step weaker than Hydra, and there were six of them. If all six joined forces, even two more Hydras would not be enough.
The God of Cinema, carrying a camera, could not stand it any longer and sneered, "I was wondering who had come. You may have eight more heads than everyone else, but you don't