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The time is ripe, the ancient bells will ring again, and a brand new world is about to come.
Under the star dream that has never been realized by ordinary people, the bells ring through the white earth.
Purple orchid ignites hope. Staying here, death is definitely not life.
Darkness comes from the end, lingers again, darkness is also light.
————Around 400 AD, the Huns interpreted the inherited murals.
Huns
089: 418 AD, Western Roman Empire (seeking votes)
418 AD.
The Roman Empire, which has continued to this day since the Holy Roman Empire was unified by the Cathedral Church built by Pope Novella and completely controlled the country after the reforms of Emperor Nero, has been divided into the Eastern and Western Roman Empires 23 years after AD due to the increasingly fierce struggle between religious and imperial power that lasted for a hundred years.
To this day, the two Roman Empires, which are friendly on the surface, are still competing with each other secretly. In the Western Roman Empire, which is dominated by theocracy, the idea that pagans are not equal to human beings is becoming increasingly popular, while the Eastern Roman Empire, which is dominated by imperial power, is pursuing the old idea of peaceful believers.
Based on this, a gap gradually emerged between the headquarters of the Templar Church in Rome, Western Rome, and the church union organization headed by the Patriarch of Constantinople in Eastern Rome.
At this moment, Novia, who has come to this era, is currently fourteen years old and is writing a letter in a room in a small courtyard specially provided for the "hostages" in the royal court of Milan, the capital of the Western Roman Empire.
This was an old house with no one in it except for him, a young boy. The walls were already dilapidated and the cracks between the walls were filled with weeds and moss.
Novia sat facing the tattered table, staring at the yellowed paper, the pen tightly held in his hand had not moved for a few minutes, and he was silent.
Looking out from the room, gray snowflakes were gently falling from the sky outside the window, and soon they gathered together and dominated the entire earth.
Perhaps it was because the cold weather stimulated the brain. After drinking the already cold water, I placed the cup where the raindrops had fallen on the ground, making a crisp sound.
Then he began to write:
Dear King Lua, I have been with you in the great city of Milan for three months. Although there are some restrictions on travel, she has received a good education in the Roman court. Please rest assured that I am a little older and will be responsible for her food, daily life and dealing with the interactions with the Roman royal family.
By the way, she tried to escape a few times, but she became much more well-behaved after I brought her back.
Now she no longer hates the sound of her name, unlike before when she would complain and want a name that sounds cuter.
Perhaps it was because the elders could no longer hear her protests, and no one would continue to smile at her and say: Here we go again?
It is for this reason that I have gradually become a person who can stand on my own.
In short, everything is fine here. We are not treated differently just because we are not religious believers. We are all treated very well, so please rest assured.
The King Lua mentioned in the letter is a leader of the current Hun tribe. He reached a peace treaty with the Western Roman Empire this year. According to the treaty, both sides need to send a member of the nobility to the other side as a hostage.
After sealing the letter, Novia stood up and prepared to send it out.
Just as I stood up, the wind in the heavy snow hit the windows, making a loud noise and giving people the feeling that they were about to collapse.
Although it is a habitable house, living there forever would probably be worse than living in a slightly better prison.
With an indescribable feeling, Novia slowly walked towards the door.
As soon as the door opened——
"I don't want to continue here. The people here are all bad guys. They are not as good as you said. I don't want to continue for a moment. I want to go back. Let's go together, Avia."
At the door, a twelve-year-old girl with brown skin and white hair was staring at him with her blood-red eyes like rubies.
Avia was the name given to Novia, who was born in this era, after he was picked up by the Huns.
"Attila—"
Novia noticed that a thin layer of snow had accumulated on her head. She thought it was because he had been staying in the house and she didn't want to disturb him, so she kept waiting for him to come out.
So he was about to reach out and brush it away, but Attila himself reached out his hand and took his hand with an expressionless face.
"Don't you think that snow is good? Because it will bury other colors, and even the world itself will be buried. If only this heavy snow could continue to fall all over the world, forever..."
The brown-skinned girl stared into his eyes as blue as the ocean and paused.
"That way, maybe you and I can save the effort of killing them in the future."
"Attila, you are still the same. You always think this way. Although this method is effective sometimes, no matter how thoroughly you kill something, it only hides the real problem from sight. It can't be regarded as a real solution to the problem."
Avia sighed. Having been here for many years, he always felt that the headquarters of the Templar Church in the Western Roman Empire had become extremely rigid for some reason.
Since 300 AD, although ecumenical councils were held, the headquarters in power simply ignored believers with innovative ideas on doctrine and sentenced them to death as heretics, and regarded any pagans as non-human. Now, a hundred years later, there is even a trend that children whose parents are not Christians cannot become true Christians and are considered inferior believers.
Or they could be considered the same as Dead Apostles... However, compared to the first century AD, Dead Apostles today can be said to be endangered species. After all, the church now advocates the massacre of all vampires, setting the entire territory on fire, and treating them with absolute destructive slaughter.
Even religious royal family members were treated in this way. Over time, it would naturally lead to discord between the Church and the Empire. That is why after the death of the previous Roman emperor, after the Church and the royal family completely fell out over the issue of succession, the two princes supported by both sides split the huge Roman Empire.
It was a scene of dividing the world in half as envisioned by the founder of a certain Eastern dynasty in later generations.
".......I don't like the name Attila. I prefer a name that sounds cuter. Avia, you know a lot, and you taught me most of what I learned, so Avia, please give me a name."
When he saw the girl's expressionless face but extremely serious tone, Avia couldn't help but laugh, and stretched out his other hand that was not held to brush away the snow on the girl's head. This time the white-haired girl did not resist, but accepted it silently, and continued to stare at him with her blood-red pupils.
The snow melted silently at the temperature of my hands.
“Let’s do business together.”
090: Kill the dragon, bathe in blood, beat the king
As Avia came to this era, although he didn't know what era it was before coming, he still knew a lot about the girl in front of him.
The girl with white hair and brown hair, the Scourge of God, Attila the Hun King.
Its true identity is the wandering pioneer who burned almost all civilizations on Earth more than 02 years ago. The giant god "Sefalu" numbered Wilpa disintegrated into a pile of dirt in the Sahara Desert, and its terminal brain was buried, or a backup of something equivalent to the core was left behind.
More than 13,000 years ago, at the last moment when the planet was about to face destruction.
The original holy sword user, who wielded the strongest fantasy 'holy sword' that emerged after the planet forged people's sorrowful wishes, pierced the giant god. Even though Cefalu had a body tougher than any mineral on Earth and bones that could withstand the heat of a star, he could not withstand the blow of this strongest fantasy.
In the end, the pseudo-spirits absorbed by Sefalu's clone from the earth fell like fine snow, and he was defeated. At the same time, the main body that was eroding the Moon Spirit Crystal on the Moon was unable to move for several minutes.
Therefore, the Moon Spirit Crystal on the moon took advantage of this opportunity to create an isolation space inside, surrounding and sealing the body of the Wandering Star Soldier with an unknown area.
In addition, the Moon Spirit Crystal also left a final counterattack in the universe - sealing the route and coordinates to reach the solar system.
The Moon Spirit Crystal launched an extremely powerful interference on the entire Milky Way galaxy, and continued to use counterattacks to obscure the surveillance of wandering stars for 13,000 years.
"Yes, I am Attila. Please stop calling me Attila. This name is not cute at all."
With her back to the world full of snowflakes, the girl still had a serious expression, but her blood-red eyes, half hidden in the shadows under the backlight, narrowed slightly. It was obvious that her mood had improved a little after hearing the name.
At first, Attila did not have any special feelings when he learned from the elders that Avia was only two years older than him.
Because Attila existed only to fight, the Hun elders said.
He has no father, no mother, and is a descendant of the Huns.
Indeed, the white-haired girl had no memory of either her father or her mother, and she had neither family nor friends.
The only things that exist in this world are enemies to be fought, as indicated by the battle pattern that appears on the body the moment it wakes up.
Fighting blindly is Attila's nature and her duty. She has never doubted that she is destined to perform her duties correctly.
He just felt a little concerned about the fact that Avia, who was always unable to beat him but always managed to win by relying on some inexplicable illusion, kept saying the same things to him after his victory.
"Killing is a matter of course. This is what a warrior does. Kill, kill, kill everywhere, burn, rob, defeat and destroy the enemy.
Attila, I will not deny your nature. You just concentrate on swinging the sword and continuing to kill, because I sometimes do the same, but I just hope you can understand what the meaning of fighting is to you.
And you are not alone, you have a family, not just the current Hun family, but the real family, in heaven."
When she was alone at night gazing at the starry sky, trembling with loneliness, the girl would always think of this sentence, as if her family really was there on the other side of the sky.
In fact, what Avia said was not a lie.
Because Attila himself was also a member of a civilization that was invaded by the planet. He belonged to the royal family on his original planet. He was transformed into a vanguard because he was favored by the planet. The reason why he initially let go of the existence called "father" by the hero king Gilgamesh might be that he wanted to transform him into a new vanguard.
The planet threw out three star ships in the solar system. Attila's number was Wilpa 02. She had an older brother numbered 01 and a younger sister numbered 03.
However, the two primary targets were not the Earth. Perhaps there were other civilizations in the solar system at the time, so they went their separate ways to harvest other civilizations.
Perhaps it was because of this unique feeling that Attila began to care a little and was thinking about his own significance besides fighting.
So when the tribe and the Western Roman Empire reached an agreement to exchange hostages, the girl took the lead and stepped forward.
I wanted to see if I could experience what Avia said, a way of survival other than killing, whether I could travel on horseback as a free traveler, or cultivate the land and grow wheat, or hunt animals and birds like the people I had seen.
Unfortunately, life as a hostage in Western Rome was very different from what she had imagined. Not only was her travel restricted, but she was also forced to attend classes taught by Roman court teachers and learn church doctrines.
If it weren't for Avia's persuasion, she would have wanted to destroy them all. After all, the only god she was interested in was the god of war 'Mars'.
Since she began to learn the language, young Attila picked up the concept of "war god" in her memory. She asked the elders and learned that there was a war god named Mars in the West. So she held up the rainbow-colored sword and said:
"Then my sword is the Sword of Mars, I would like to name it that."
Perhaps it was because during the time of Sefalu, she felt satisfied that this original god of war could actually cause some harm to her.
"Speaking of which, Avia, where have you been? You were the one who told me not to run around, but you left me alone. You've been lying to me since you came to Rome."
Just as Avia was about to pass Attila and continue walking, the girl suddenly stretched out her hand to stop him. Her eyes, which had been squinting a few seconds ago, were now open normally and looked extremely serious.
"I am here to accompany you all the time."
Seeing her reaction, Avia raised an eyebrow deliberately and smiled with interest.
Facing the silver-haired boy's perfunctory response, Attila, who had already seen through his illusion, shook his head quietly and continued in a calm tone:
"That's not what I meant. It doesn't matter if you don't accompany me. I just want to give you my Sword of Mars to use so that nothing happens to you, because you can't beat me."
"...Don't worry, I'll be back soon. I'm only slightly weaker than you in terms of strength, and if you add in illusions, I'll always win."
"You still can't beat me openly, and your illusions don't work on me anymore... So what are you going to do when you go out?"
Avia turned around and smiled softly, matching the atmosphere of the scene.
"In that case, I will kill the dragon, bathe in its blood, and then defeat you openly."
091: The Name of Siegfried
In a city not far from the Rhine River, the night is slowly falling on the road. The rain has just stopped and the sky and the earth have exchanged identities. Looking up, the sky is dim, but under your feet, the stars are shining.
When night falls, people rush home in droves. Although they are all tired, their faces are still filled with anticipation for tomorrow. Some even laugh heartily because of the heated discussions.
Perhaps it is because this is a remote area, or because no pagans were found, but it looks very harmonious.
After the Christian era, dragons that appeared in the human world were mainly due to the influence of dragon factors that remained on the earth after the end of the Age of Gods.
In the Nordic region or in the realm of legend, there is a special phenomenon that can turn creatures other than dragons into dragons.
Its concept is defined as greed beyond the limit, which leads to the phenomenon of evil dragons, and any creature will be reduced to Fafner.
In the Type-Moon world, Fafner is not a single dragon, but a phenomenon of evil dragons, a conceptual general term.
And this is also Avia's main goal now after coming to the Western Roman Empire with Attila, to see if he can find the evil dragon Fafnir and kill it, bathe in dragon blood, and make his current body become "invincible" at this moment when it is mysteriously weaker than the first century.
In any case, although Avia has not yet figured out how to deal with the current problems of the Holy Church, he also understands that improving one's own strength is always a good thing.
After all, Avia had already prepared for the worst. The sincere feelings expressed in words could hardly change people's long-held ideas. Just thinking in the heart and praying constantly could not change the world, could not change this reality. The more corruption existed, the easier it was to ignore its essence.
As for becoming Pope again? Judging from Avia's feelings in recent years, this would undoubtedly be extremely difficult, not to mention that he is still a "Hun".
Since the "Ecumenical Council" has a tendency to not refute innovative opinions, and it is impossible to resist the vertical structure of the superiors, the original reformists began to switch camps. No matter how absurd the ideas are, as the person with the most weight in speaking, they can get the approval of the majority.
After all, the party that imposes unreasonable rules and hurts people doesn't care about the people who are hurt by the unreasonable rules.
So what can bring about real new change comes from actions that bring blood.
"......Only bleeding can bring about change."
The silver-haired boy was lying in the forest, looking up at the sky. At the same time, the evening breeze blew the leaves, making a rustling sound, and slowly the sound of unknown insects could be heard.
Although the sky was faintly illuminated by the moonlight at this moment, there was not a single star and it looked very empty.
In fact, apart from the option of killing Fafnir and bathing in her blood, in this era, Avia can also use the device left over from the former giant god, which is located in the giant ruins.
Charlemagne of later generations traveled everywhere when he was young, and finally came there with Altosfor, one of the Twelve Knights. He came into contact with the stone sculptures there, and learned about Attila's loneliness, so he regarded her as his sister, and thus knew that it was his destiny to unify Western Europe.
Undoubtedly, the relics left behind by the giant god who wiped out all the gods in the Age of Gods are extremely valuable.
