"What, are you here already?"
Altluchi stared across the battlefield in the direction of Avia, her narrowed red eyes revealing a hint of coldness.
"That's right. The Anthem Alliance is heading towards the Royal Guards and the major Dead Apostles. The Alliance Knights are heading towards the Phantasmagoria, and the Agents are targeting the Magicians."
"Honestly, the church should have already revealed all the foundations. It's really glorious."
The dark Ji Jun smiled for the first time in a long time.
"Then if we win this battle, will that count as victory?"
Attila, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke out.
"......"
Altluchi did not answer, her fair face slightly lacking color.
As someone who had witnessed the battle of the Millennium City, she understood that if she wanted to truly win, it would not be enough to just defeat them, she would have to kill Qihuang.
But in response to this, Avia smiled faintly, like a sharp blade hidden in its scabbard.
"Of course it counts."
Destroying the Western Roman Empire was the job of Attila and others, while dealing with Mabel Kiara was what he had to do.
The church that prospered ahead of time due to him but fell into corruption, the holy book that was developed ahead of time due to his words.
Avia didn't think that no one else could break through this situation except himself.
I just feel that these are things that I create glory for, but I also have to bear the consequences.
In a normal battlefield, he could accept death in battle, but on a battlefield where the odds were so different, he was a king after all, so how could he lead them to death? He had to fulfill his due responsibilities. Since he was the king, he had to ensure their survival even if he died.
"——Let's start the war."
The next moment, in front of the Roman army, the edge of the endless horizon that spanned the field of vision was all dyed with the colors of the Hun army.
This is a scene that should not appear in the human world. Magic and fantasy, normality and mystery, people and creatures from two worlds that should not have any contact, are fighting bloody battles on the battlefield. Everywhere you look, there is death.
Amid the passionate war roars, the ominous blood spread silently.
This is the Battle of Chalons, which is regarded in history as deciding the fate of Europe and in the magic world as deciding the fate of the magic world.
In the distance, purple lightning, which was the result of the combined magic power of hundreds of magicians, suddenly appeared and fought against the brilliant light brought by the hymn.
The fantasy species galloping through the air made a hissing sound that split the air, and rushed from the sky like an iron hammer. The church knights on the ground raised their large shields that were difficult for ordinary people to use to resist.
People fell down due to death, but they could not stop the forward movement that was like a sea of blood.
The loud bang brought by the large-scale magic painted a layer of black on the bloody dusk, and then poured into the battlefield and exploded.
A strong wave of magic rushed across the surface of the earth, and after a delay, it turned into terrifying magic power, ignoring both enemies and friends and turning them into blood.
Both sides soon launched another wave of large-scale magic that was extremely rare in the past. Just one shot could destroy a town or even a city. But now there were dozens, hundreds of destructive large-scale magic pouring down, turning all the roars and wails into nothing, and falling into the earth as if it would never end.
"Damn it! We must hold on! We must not retreat even if we die! For the church!"
"Rome!"
"Rome!"
Above the blood-stained battlefield, countless roars resounded through the sky.
However, Aetius, the Roman commander, looked pale. The unfavorable news reported by the magicians from various legions made him even more depressed.
Although they had predicted that there would be large-scale destructive magic and had made preparations, their own casualties still far exceeded their expectations.
From a military perspective, even if we are still resisting with all our might, there is no guarantee that we can survive this disaster.
Could it be that today is the day when the Western Roman Empire will come to an end?
At this time, Aetius picked up the Spear of Longinus.
"General, what are you doing..."
"No, sir, the church has only agreed to the permission for publicity."
"We will be punished, but we still have hope of success..."
The officers standing by looked at Aetius' back as he picked up the Holy Lance.
"Although I used the holy object without receiving orders...I will report this to the church and accept the punishment."
The next moment, somewhere in the noisy battlefield, there was a sound of someone stepping on the ground and jumping, followed by a heavy sound of wind.
A figure with the Roman flag hung on a spear leaped over the heads of the werewolf squad, penetrated directly into the camp, and continued to move forward at a very fast speed.
"...Aetius, I hope you can accept this ending."
After noticing this unusual change, Avia on the high hill took action.
"...The situation is not favorable. No, we must retreat—"
At this moment, a surge of blood rushed to Aetius' head, not because of anger... but an indescribable fear.
At this moment, the object reflected in his eyes changed——
Avia in red armor.
As someone we knew in the past, this enemy brought such bloodshed and destroyed everything with brute force. For the Western Roman Empire, he was an enemy to be eliminated, but... he was not a match.
Yes, it is absolutely impossible to be an opponent, but this is not a reason to give up, and we must not give up.
"Long time no see, Avia."
After the brief words, there was a fatal blow.
At this moment, there was a flash of light outside Orleans.
The light was so strong that it turned the vision of all those participating in the battle into a blanket of white.
The tremendous sound, which was so loud that it gave the illusion of silence, tore through the atmosphere like a thunderbolt, and the shock wave that followed shook the entire European continent.
The end result was that Aetius fell to the ground.
"......When I was a child, the elders in my family always told me that families like ours should work hard for His Majesty Nero and Lord Novia, for the peace of the empire, and for the continuation of the good heritage of the church."
For some reason, at this moment of death, Aetius always felt that he saw something.
The figure of this person seemed to overlap with the somewhat blurred image of the holy statue.
It's not because of the similarity, but because of the sameness, as if it was the same person.
“Ahhh, is this an illusion? But actually, I want to apologize, because I have never believed in this since I was a child… But—”
Aetius raised his head and gazed toward the sky. Although he knew that the so-called heaven and hell would never reappear after the Age of Gods, he still narrowed his eyes devoutly.
"Even so, I still have to fight to the last moment, not give up hope, and try to find a way. Even if I have to struggle until I die, I have to stick to my principles until I die, just like my predecessors who were full of honor. But if this is what greets me in the end, it's not bad..."
In the swaying blood-red dusk, under the illumination of a setting sun, the Spear of Longinus, which had been dim for many years, glowed with a faint silver light.
"Well, Aetius, I will admit it, you are 'the last of the Romans'."
With the death of Aetius, the Battle of Chalons finally led to victory for the Hun Empire.
The failure of the Battle of Chalons meant that the Western Roman Empire was no longer able to stop the Huns, and its capital Milan was in danger.
Except, the Eternal City - Rome.
160: 'Savior' Qihuang (3k)
Human beings are creatures that will accept the good aspects of things they like.
This is because of the psychological factor of "not wanting to think that the things you like are bad" at work.
However, this is directly proportional to the good intentions towards others. You will not think badly of someone you like, but on the contrary, when facing someone you hate, you will think that the other person is "deliberately causing trouble for you" even if it is just a small matter.
But for those who don't care, this psychology itself will not work.
But for a certain girl, everything on this planet is equal, whether it is human or a creature different from humans.
The abandoned child whose parents were unknown grew up in a monastery that adopted children. His body, which had been eroded by illness, has been healed by the holy scriptures, and the people in the church have also maintained a pure faith.
The world that the girl, who is worshipped as a savior, longs for is the Garden of Eden where people will never suffer.
The world's greatest pessimism and greatest optimism are actually the same.
"Their lives are worthless to me in this world."
"But I live in the present, and many lives do not live in the era when gods lived."
"Ah, it should be so, it must be so. This world, this universe, everything under this sky, there is no need to deliberately puzzle over my inexplicability. I don't need to ask further questions. It turns out that the fact of human life has a depth that can be contained even by itself. It is the same as the Lord and is equally important as the Lord... a beautiful melody and words."
"So their pain is exactly my pain living here, and it's not pain that cannot be felt."
"The pain you feel now doesn't belong to someone else alone...that's why it's so important."
To do this, one can give up one's life, one's mission to save the world, and one's self.
until--
In Millennium City in the year 300 AD, when all the forces on the planet united to strangle Zhu Yue, a girl who was a representative of the church met a female magician who used illusion.
"You really picked up a good thing. Will you fall into the dark abyss or into a raging rage... I can't wait to see you!"
The purple-haired magician exuded a dark mist of magical power that enveloped the girl like a swarm of flies.
The girl looked up at the true red moon above her head and felt that something in her consciousness was shaken. In the ominous black light between illusion and reality, countless geometric shapes overlapped each other, as if she had accidentally entered a mirror hell with countless mirrors connected, a continuous virtual space.
The magician's illusion was the ultimate in mischief, a performance that was nothing more than a farce, but on the other hand, the girl understood that it was a carefully calculated performance designed to irritate or seduce her.
The girl did not know the specific deeds of Pope Novia. In fact, there was very little information within the church. But just by observing Koback, who entrusted the holy scriptures to her, she could realize how noble, just, and charitable the name Novia was.
Even though there was a time gap of more than 200 years between them, just hearing the words left by the many saints and Kobbek's admiration for him when he talked about the past was enough to leave an impression of a "holy man" in the girl's heart.
Just talking about the conclusion, the content of the illusion can be said to be degrading its "holiness", but it does not accuse Novia of being a cruel killer, nor does it portray him as a despicable villain. The man in the illusion is indeed a noble being most of the time, and the girl understands.
But the final scene is the reality that the noble ones were defeated by the Lord's power.
Not all of their actions are noble. Sometimes they are based on their own perspectives and go against the God of the church, making them heinous sinners.
"Oh my, you're crying! This is the truth~"
"Francesca."
The magician, who originally thought he had succeeded, could not help but observe carefully again. He saw that the girl still looked gentle, but he did not know if it was an illusion, as he always felt that her eyes seemed to be bright and lively.
The magician almost thought that the girl was shedding tears of despair because she was so devastated, but in fact it was just the opposite.
The girl maintained her posture, paying the church's highest salute to the end of this illusion world, and conveyed words directly from her soul.
"I see. Thank you for telling me... this unknown truth..."
As everyone sensed the emotions contained in those words and slowly welling up, Francesca, who was observing it all, felt puzzled.
That feeling was -- overwhelming joy.
If the bright eyes I thought just now were due to tears, then they were probably due to extreme gratitude and joy.
“…What are you talking about…”
At this moment, the mixture of Ate's human form and Beelzebub, which had been hiding from the human world for many years and had been imitating and integrating its own concepts into what it had learned since witnessing the miracle on the British Isles in the first century AD, once again felt fear after many years.
Seeing Francesca's somewhat anxious expression, the girl smiled and said:
"Life is a dirty, smelly, and horrible thing. But once people have lived a good life, they will never want to go back to a poor life. The same is true for life. Once it has been cleaned up once, they will never want to go back to the original messy life."
".......What?"
Why are you saying this suddenly?
Francesca wanted to say more, but she stopped talking when she noticed something strange about the girl in front of her.
"I often think that no matter how glorious it is, it will eventually fade away. No matter how much I miss someone, it will eventually be forgotten. If there is nothing absolute in this world and everything must end, then what is the point of living here now?
The traces left are so slight that they cannot withstand the erosion of time. Eventually, the stars will fall, and all living beings will be in a state of panic. What can they do? "
.....What on earth is this guy talking about?
