It’s probably a dose problem. Even if it’s a Hydra, the limit that each snake head can bear is only three injections. Once you get three injections, you will immediately lose consciousness.

Only one shaking snake head was left, dragging eight unmovable snake heads... Even the Hydra had a great restriction on its mobility.

The winner has been decided?

Everyone on Jones' side was stunned.

"Do you still want to continue?" Duke Carlemon asked with a smile.

"Kill--!" With a roar, Jones, who was extremely tired, still rushed up.

Duke Clermont flashed easily and shot the Hydra with a needle in his backhand.

Jones looked back in surprise.

Everyone's eyes were directed towards Hydra.

The needle is close at hand.

The Hydra's snake head suddenly leaned back and tried her best. The eyes were so big that they had never seen before.

In Jones's sight, he saw the Hydra's neck slowly bent and gradually left the trajectory of the poisonous needle.

Have you avoided it?

No, not.

At the critical moment, a force suddenly pushed the snake neck behind Hydra, pushing it back, which had already avoided the shooting. It just pushed it back a little bit, but this little bit was enough to be fatal.

The poisonous needle pierces through.

Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't stop, even the Duke of Clermont.

"Little bat..."

The huge snake eyes slowly closed.

The whole world was quiet and everyone looked at it in surprise.

Shaking to the ground, the last snake's head finally fell down with a bang. The sand and dust in the sky were raised.

The Hydra, which was crazy the moment before, has been lying down quietly at this moment. It is so quiet that there is no sound, just like a hill.

Count Dracula, who was standing not far away, maintained the spell casting gesture.

Everyone was watching the man who suddenly joined the battle, even the Earl Messiyer standing beside Count Dracula and Duke Clermont standing in the middle of the battlefield.

The whole world is quiet.

The wind gently rolled over, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground, and taking away the sand and dust raised by the Hydra.

"Enough." After retracting his spell casting hand, Count Dracula whispered: "Since the winner is decided, there is no need to fight. Wouldn't it be better to end it early?"

Duke Clermont sighed speechlessly.

Count Messiyer slowly turned his face, frowned, and said nothing.

Jones looked at his father blankly. For some reason, at this moment, he actually smiled. He clenched the sword in his hand, but tears burst out from his eyes.
Chapter completed!