In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

This further damaged the 'divine principles' that existed in the age of gods.

It should be understood that gods, elves, fairies, and even fantastical species born from planets, though seemingly all tentacles of the same planet, have always been distinguished by their relative status.

The former is the planet's own tendrils, nature itself, the carrier of 'reason', just like the role of heroic spirits in human reason, it is a 'belt' used to record and fix the laws of the world - it is connected to celestial bodies, and as long as it exists intact, it can continuously give birth to new mysteries.

The latter three are merely natural re-evolutions, representing one aspect of nature's 'phenomena'.

Therefore, only the former, as a true part of the planet, can connect with the 'root' through themselves.

Celestial bodies are the closest things to the origin.

The divine power can only be fully manifested in the world when it is contained in true ether.

Only divine principles can sustain the existence of the divine era.

The human principles of later generations are a replacement of the divine principles. This replacement occurs after the complete deity is broken down into spirits and can no longer fix the world.

The etheric magic of later generations is nothing more than the power of magic to negate and preserve the remnants of true ether that have been completely consumed through the absorption and transformation of living organisms' breathing cycles, thus allowing for their reuse.

This allows the magic to sprout anew.

But it is limited after all.

Its quality and quantity are no longer sufficient to fully contain the mysterious power of the gods—it can only be used in conjunction with the 'modern magic base'.

After that, the Pale Giant was defeated by the 'Star Sword,' forged by Gaia, the planet's will, specifically designed to attack extraterrestrial beings, and was trapped in a certain dimensional space.

The 'mysterious' quantity, however, has since become a fixed consumable.

The end of the mythological era was inevitable.

This is also the reason for the disappearance of the 'Age of Gods'.

The true identity of the white giant—

Attila, on the other hand, had intricate connections with him.

It can almost be called a 'split spirit' of the White Giant.

It was the white giant's instinctive manifestation in his quest for freedom—

Although being born into this era, this empire, and this race was not part of your plan.

But since we're here, we should at least see what it's like.

The brilliance of those at the pinnacle of their era

[Not to mention that this is related to the end of the divine age?]

[Of course]

[On this afternoon, you too awaken your 'true self' memories]

[We met the 'Scourge of God' who had personally returned to the capital from the front lines.]

Chapter 186 The Scourge of God and the Innocent Child, The God of War Bestows Martial Arts

The city of Buda was more bustling than ever before, even more vibrant than when winter had just ended, the snow had melted, everything was coming back to life, and countless people had left their tents.

It wasn't just people in the city who came out.

People from dozens of miles around flocked to the area, eager to witness the splendor of the great Hunnic king, the Scourge of God who conquered most of Europe.

Whether they are herdsmen or merchants, warriors or elders of a tribe.

Lu Kang was among these people.

Surrounded by numerous 'guards' and 'warriors'.

Standing atop the tall 'moving tower,' one can gaze into the distance.

He saw that the middle of the two sides of the camp was crowded with cheering people, and colorful flags were fluttering in the wind.

The shouts of vendors mingled with the music of bards, and the aroma of roasted meat mixed with the scent of ale filled the air.

In the distance, above the largest tent symbolizing the royal palace, flags gleamed like blood in the sunlight, while closer still, acrobats were spewing flames like fire dragons, drawing cheers from the crowd.

And in contrast.

Beyond Buda, a city that can hardly be called a 'city', lacking a truly stable foundation and without walls to serve as boundaries, flags appear at the edge of the vast wilderness.

That was a black flag with a golden wolf motif, representing the grasslands.

They were heavily armored cavalrymen, like moving city walls.

The horse's mane and the soldier's spear swayed in the wind as they moved forward, like the wild grass that covered the surrounding land, all surrounding the central, fully armored, pure black warhorse.

Although these cavalrymen were few in number, no more than thirty, the sound of their iron hooves striking the ground, like the beat of drums, gave people the feeling of a vast army. As they approached, the once bustling and noisy city of Buda seemed to gradually quiet down.

It was as quiet as a friendly greeting, and even more so as if no one was there.

Is that... Attila, the Scourge of God, King of the Huns?

You spotted figures atop those pure black warhorses in the distance.

As expected.

On that pure black warhorse, Attila's figure stood as imposing as a sculpture.

Her short, silvery-white hair, draped with a light white veil, flowed in the wind like moonlight, while her golden eyes reflected the desolation of the grassland.

The short brown armor that clung to her body outlined her full chest, and the curves of her waist and abdomen tapered like a bowstring under the metal straps. Honey-colored skin was exposed at the seam between the armor on her hips and thighs.

The knee-high boots accentuated the sharp lines of her calves, and with each step, the horse armor made a soft, tinkling sound as her hips and legs rose and fell.

Its face was exactly the same as the white giant in Lu Kang's memory.

Its posture is also exactly the same as the image of Attila in Lu Kang's impression of the 'Moon World'—or should it be called 'Attila'?

This 'Scourge of God' is also surprisingly a woman.

And, without any attempt to hide it—

“Surprised, aren’t you?” Octar stood beside Lukang. Although they were still quite far apart, and even though he was standing on higher ground, he couldn’t see the exact shape of the figure at the end of the grassland, he knew that his extraordinary son could see it. He said, “The great Scourge of God is actually a woman!”

"But isn't that what we should be even more proud of?"

On the grasslands, gender and qualifications don't matter; only 'strength' matters.

Attila was powerful enough that she could wield absolute power and rule as a queen.

This will also make all Huns proud!

"All right."

Oktar clapped his hands again: "Since the Great Khan has returned, let's go back to the palace and wait for our 'audience'."

"Leave the external reception arrangements to others!"

"Ah."

Lu Kang withdrew his gaze and nodded.

He remained unusually calm and normal throughout.

Not at all surprised.

...

And a moment later.

In the so-called royal palace—a tent many times larger than the others, filled with animal hides and carpets, and the largest tent in the entire city of Buda—Lu Kang finally saw the 'Scourge of God' who had traveled a long way back, all alone.

Yes, all alone—

According to Octar, this was a request from Attila, the 'Scourge of God'.

They demanded that Lu Kang be allowed to meet the 'Great Khan' alone in person.

If Octar hadn't repeatedly emphasized that Attila was a flawless warrior who focused solely on battle and was the purest and greatest of warriors, and if Lu Kang hadn't been so ridiculously young at the time, he would have suspected that he was being asked to 'serve him in bed'.

But it is precisely because of all of the above considerations.

He felt that such a private meeting was most likely related to the Huns' 'gods,' the white giants who were sent to fly by the stars!

Upon hearing footsteps behind him, Lu Kang turned around and saw a figure riding the same horse as before, yet slightly different.

Then he saw Attila, who had removed his armor.

Her body, partially veiled by silver gauze, gleamed with a honey-colored sheen under the moonlight. Her leather breastplate was slightly bulging from the curves of her body, trembling gently with her breath. The grooves of her muscles were faintly visible on her flat abdomen. Her silk shorts clung tightly to her round, pert buttocks, and her legs were long and powerful. The skin on her inner thighs shone with a delicate luster in the firelight, and her calves were as perfect as works of art.

Its feet landed on the ground covered with animal skin carpet.

As she spun around, she slowly lowered her head and looked closely at the innocent child who had been waiting in the 'palace' for a long time.

Those golden eyes still shone brightly.

Lu Kang's dark eyes seemed to be looking into the most magnificent and blazing furnace.

This is the same feeling as facing a 'white giant'.

It's just much smaller in scale.

This feeling is precisely a strong sense of restraint towards everything woven from 'civilization'!

Although he was born in the Hunnic Empire in this life, Lu Kang felt a chill run down his spine because his knowledge came from a highly developed civilization in the future.

Although he believed Attila wouldn't harm him.

Despite his confidence in his triple-cycle ability, he was still capable of contending with his opponent even without the Crown of Metatron and the Dragon of Alcarian.

However, this instinctive restraint still triggered Lu Kang's instinct to fight back, both as a living being and as a being of divine power.

However, Attila only glanced at him before withdrawing the intense gaze that had been directed at him. Although Lu Kang was still looking back at her, he no longer felt targeted.

Lu Kang was taken aback.

Immediately, she heard Attila's gaze shift slightly as she lowered her beautiful face and brows, her red lips slowly parting.

Her voice was flat and monotone, as if she were reciting words from a book rather than expressing her own will.

She said:

"Do you want to learn my 'martial arts'?"

"...?"

For a moment, Lu Kang almost instinctively thought he had misheard.

Chapter 187 Attila's Closest Person? A Destroyer Who Loves Civilization

On the vast grasslands, there is naturally no master-disciple relationship bound by etiquette and rules like in the Confucian cultural sphere of the East, nor is it as casual as in the various kingdoms of the West. The nomadic peoples of the grasslands value martial arts—that is, the skills of fighting and hunting. Therefore, once a master-disciple relationship is established on the grasslands, it is equivalent to establishing a 'lineage'.

It is a relationship between father and son, and also a blood oath that cannot be broken for a lifetime.

It's not impossible to even reach a more advanced lifelong contract.

Therefore, it was only natural that Lu Kang would subconsciously think he had misheard Attila's words, which came out without any preamble.

So when he looked at the 'Hun King' who was said to have been active for decades but still looked like a teenage girl, he couldn't help but fall silent, seeing her serious expression and golden eyes.

As the sole bloodline of the Hunnic Empire's royal family, he did not need Attila's verbal or behavioral approval; he was the rightful heir to this vast, established nomadic empire.

—Even though Lu Kang knew that this empire would not last long.

Even though he understood that nomadic peoples had always only conquered, but lacked the means to govern.

This is also a choice based on 'human reason'.

In any case, he really doesn't need these things.

Attila, as the king of the Huns, should understand this.

In other words.

'Was she really just trying to teach me 'martial arts'?'

Lu Kang's thoughts raced, and almost instantly he understood the whole story.

But he still asked, "Why?"

"Because...you are beautiful, and you are a good civilization."

Attila spoke expressionlessly, slowly bending down, her waist sinking and her abdomen folding, making her athletic figure even more prominent beneath her honey-colored skin: "I want to destroy you, but I don't want to see your 'destruction' either."