In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Regardless of the mission objective of the White Giant Planet Vanguard, which aims to destroy the Age of Gods and shatter the 'body' of the gods, which is to destroy all civilizations.

Attila, historically known as the 'Scourge of God,' was also hailed as a destroyer of Western civilization.

She led a primitive nomadic people, defeated the powerful Eastern Roman Empire, plundered vast territories, and marched on the Western Roman Empire.

Wherever her military might went, it represented an unquestionable victory of barbarism over civilization.

Both the former and the latter stemmed from their instincts.

It was a 'command' given to her from the civilization called Yusei, a command that resonated deep within her instincts.

Destroy civilizations and plunder the planet's energy.

Although she is a weapon, she ultimately possesses consciousness, and consciousness often represents self-awakening and personal 'inclinations'. As a weapon, she also developed a 'love' for the civilizations she needed to destroy in the process of constant battles and conquests.

Extremely contradictory, how 'sharp' it is!

However, this was indeed the personality essence of the Star Vanguard named 'Attila' that Lu Kang knew.

Even if Attila's existence is actually just a 'split spirit' descended from the main body of the Planetary Vanguard after it exhausted its energy and fell into a deep sleep, in order to allow it to move freely.

However, her existence is extremely special; her consciousness and self are connected to her physical form.

Listening to Attila's words, Lu Kang felt it was perfectly reasonable, thinking to himself, "Just as I thought."

Having existed for generations and originating in modern times, Lukang, placed in this era, is immeasurably more 'civilized' than any capital city ever conquered by Attila.

Lu Kang naturally aroused her most instinctive and intense destructive urges.

But it also makes her feel particularly fond of it.

Lu Kang would further provoke a strong conflict between her personality and instincts.

But the contradictions and conflicts have reached this level.

This is also enough to prove...

"Attila's existence may not last much longer."

He gazed at the 'girl' who was bending down to look at him at eye level, and thought to himself, staring intently at her. He knew that his state as Attila was merely a 'dream' of his true form—just as Brahma created the world in a dream in Hindu mythology, the dream of the giant god also shaped a person's life.

He was even more aware that the sudden death of Attila, which later led to the decline and eventual collapse of the Hunnic Empire, was probably due to the awakening of the 'giant god' in ancient times.

The more distinct her personality and the clearer her consciousness, the higher the degree of awakening of her true self.

and so.

The 'military instruction' from the God of War.

This is very likely the last thing the 'girl' in front of us wants to leave in the world as Attila, right?

Lu Kang, understanding everything, responded to Attila's hopeful gaze hidden beneath her seemingly calm expression, and finally nodded.

In fact, without considering all the above, this might be a brand new path for Lu Kang.

He has reached an extremely high level on the path of mystery.

But that has always been the path for 'magicians' and 'wizards'.

Now, all we need to do is accumulate knowledge step by step and travel through various ancient eras to leave our mark of mystery.

However, while such progress has been continuous, the pace has been anything but fast.

To truly achieve a breakthrough, a better option is to expand horizontally.

From 'literary' to 'martial'!

Attila, the "Scourge of God" who fought in numerous battles and was known as the "God of War," undoubtedly met the criteria for teaching Lu Kang.

...

Although Attila maintained her expressionless demeanor upon seeing your nod of agreement, you could sense her joy and delight.

Perhaps it's because of the increased contact with more advanced 'civilizations'.

[Perhaps it is for this reason that I have developed feelings for you.]

[From this day on, you, not yet one year old, began learning martial arts from Attila.]

You even started following her to the front lines.

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that the great 'Scourge of God' values ​​and favors you.

For the first time in decades, the Hun king, whose appearance had remained unchanged and who had lived a life of impeccable beauty, displayed emotions not typically associated with a 'warrior'.

But the Huns were very happy.

[“If the Great Khan could preserve his bloodline as a result, that would be the best outcome”—such rumors even circulated throughout the empire.]

Even your father thought the same way. Although he was reluctant to let you follow Attila on his campaigns, he still reluctantly sent you away. Seeing your father, who looked like he was bidding farewell to his daughter on her wedding day, waving goodbye with tears in his eyes, you felt ashamed, thinking to yourself that you were not even a year old!

This is no longer just a simple crime, is it?

Thankfully, the rumors were just rumors after all.

Although you eat and live together, Attila at most likes to hold you while sleeping, and might suddenly start biting you in her sleep. At most, she just likes to hold you in her arms and rub you occasionally—that's hardly 'okay'!

Lu Kang, who opened his eyes in the middle of the night, pushed away the face pressing down on his head, his expression blank.

In the central tent of the Hunnic army camp at the front of their attack on Italy, Lu Kang, who was already a year old but still not quite a meter tall and not yet in the stage of rapid growth, was being held in the arms of the sleepy Attila, his face covered with the drool of the 'Great Scourge of God'!

He glanced sideways at the scenery so close at hand—

Attila's honey-colored legs coiled around his waist like a python, her battle skirt already rolled up to her thighs, her full thighs still instinctively tightening even in her sleep, her robes disheveled, half of her body slipping out from the collar and gently brushing against his cheek with her breath, her buttocks pressing deep marks on the animal skin cushion, her waist twisting into an arch, her whole being locking him in her arms like a mother leopard on the hunt.

Perhaps no one would have imagined that the Hun king, who roamed across Europe and conquered vast lands, would look like this when he slept.

Chapter 188 An Unstoppable End, You Were Born When I Was Already Old, The Use of Time

Whether others believe it or not, the feeling that Attila gave Lu Kang these days was by no means the Scourge of God that everyone knew, a Scourge whose eyes were only for 'battle' and 'war'.

Meanwhile, Attila, feeling her face being pushed away, also woke up. Her honey-colored eyelashes, which were so close to her face, trembled slightly, and she rubbed her cheek against the animal skin cushion.

Then, as it slowly opened its golden eyes, the pupils seemed to still retain the lingering starlight, reflecting a golden hue.

The 'girl' looked at Lu Kang in her arms, not caring about the look of disgust on his face, and slowly spoke:

"......woke up?"

Her voice was sleepy and gritty, yet she instinctively twirled the stray hairs on the back of his slender neck with her fingertips. Strands of the girl's short, silvery hair fell onto the animal hide, gleaming with an amber luster in the campfire.

Then, Attila suddenly buried her face in Lu Kang's small shoulder and took a deep breath, causing the straps of her battle skirt to come undone completely with the movement.

"The taste of civilization..."

The girl's canine teeth unconsciously rubbed against her collarbone, and a satisfied gurgling sound escaped from her throat.

Those arms, capable of lifting a giant sword weighing a thousand pounds, were using the monstrous strength of a battering ram to tightly constrict Lu Kang, yet he was completely unaware—if it weren't for Lu Kang's divine body instinctively forming an absolute barrier with the magic power released by the true ether, he would probably have suffered shattered bones all over his body and become 'scum' on the spot.

Although he is a 'scumbag', he's not this 'scumbag'!

Yes.

Such coquettish behavior, such unconscious 'destruction'—no one would believe it, and no one but Lu Kang could withstand it.

Instinctively rejecting yet subjectively liking, wanting to destroy yet also wanting to protect—this is the true 'contradiction'.

As Attila's teeth tickled his chest, Lu Kang finally couldn't help but push her away, his face growing increasingly expressionless: "Don't you care about your image in front of me at all? Great 'Scourge of God'..."

“Call me 'Attila,'” Attila said, cupping Lu Kang’s face in her hands.

Although Attila and Attila sound very similar, the slight difference makes the latter more feminine—undoubtedly, Attila preferred the latter to the name that is recognized by the world.

Even if the title came out of Lu Kang's mouth by chance.

He 'deliberately' let it slip.

“Alright, Attila,” Lu Kang sighed.

"Ah."

Attila then withdrew her hand and nodded in satisfaction.

Lu Kang was even more speechless. He was only a little over a year old, but why did he have this illusion that he was the adult taking care of the child?

However, before this, Attila was always alone, aloof and imperfect. Although she had a self, it was not strong because her main body was asleep. In the years before that, she could not even be considered a 'human', but only a fighting machine.

It was only in the last year or two that she began to have a sense of self-awareness as a 'human being' due to the gradual awakening of her true self.

In this respect, Attila was indeed not much older than the child—or rather, not much older than Lucan in terms of actual age.

Looking at Lu Kang, who showed a satisfied smile simply because of a form of address, a strange feeling stirred within him.

He couldn't help but wonder, was the being named Attila, who had just become 'human'... about to disappear?

At this moment, Attila, completely unaware, slowly propped herself up, her silver hair falling like fragments of moonlight.

"Well then, today, it's time to learn a new 'sword technique,' Su."

She addressed Lu Kang, whose name in this life was 'Subotai', with a single word.

When talking about what he was going to learn today, Lu Kang's face lit up with excitement!

...

During the months you spent with Attila, it was impossible for you to neglect your initial goal of 'learning martial arts'.

But as it turns out, everyone has their own ambitions, strengths, and weaknesses.

Although you once commanded troops on the battlefield at the end of the Hundred Years' War in France, you have never truly charged into an army of thousands single-handedly. Although you have also challenged half of the magic world, you have never used your own body as a 'weapon'.

In terms of martial arts, it's not that you have absolutely no talent, but rather that you have none at all.

[It's not enough to be physically strong to learn martial arts, nor is it enough to have enough strength to defeat enemies. Let alone the fact that your strength is not physical but constitution, not instantaneous burst of power but 'magic power', the 'divine body' that you yourself have built, possessing an inexhaustible life force and true etheric magic.]

Simply using magic to enhance yourself or bombard enemies is naturally not difficult for you.

However, the latter does not belong to 'martial arts'.

[Although the former is your forte, you once used it as a foundation to construct a divine environment within your body, ultimately forging a divine body.]

[But it is precisely because of the existence of the divine body that your body is constantly filled with the internal circulation of life and magic, forging a nearly inexhaustible source of physical energy, and immersing you in an extremely high concentration of true ether—like being in a super-high concentration of oxygen, simply breathing more oxygen is no longer effective for you.]

[Similarly, because you are constantly immersed in true ether, although your inner essence is high, it is not strong in practice. Not to mention that you have not yet grown up, even if you had grown up, your physique would be far from comparable to the great heroes of the era.]

In this situation, without resorting to magic or other mystical powers, and with a naturally overflowing barrier of true etheric magic, it is difficult for others to inflict significant harm on you—whether through direct impact or concepts like curses. However, you also cannot exert exceptional physical capabilities solely through your body.

[Your physical body is permanent and will never regress, but you will no longer be able to rely on pure internal magical energy to obtain temporary bursts of power far exceeding your normal state.]

[Furthermore, the so-called 'internal release of magic' is not really a 'martial art' either—you don't lack magic to enhance yourself, but without a martial art that allows you to wield power freely, simple enhancement is meaningless; it's better to just use magic directly.]

This is actually the biggest difference between people from later generations and people from the age of gods. People closer to the future tend to have higher skills than physical strength, and enhancement can improve them to a certain extent. However, people from the age of gods have naturally strong physiques, but their skills are not as refined in comparison. Being able to perfectly utilize their own power is already enough to make them heroes, and excessive enhancement would only become a burden.

[—Apart from this, magical enhancement also has an upper limit, which is determined by physique, that is, vitality. And the physique of later generations is naturally far inferior to that of beings closer to the age of gods—this is not a problem for you, but it is still, as I said before, meaningless.]

So during this time, you actually didn't learn anything.

Even at the age of one, this is normal.

What is normal for others is not normal for you.

As it turns out, being a well-rounded individual isn't so easy—

Every gift that fate bestows comes with a predetermined price; what you choose often means what you must give up.

Fortunately, your talent as a 'medium' is unbelievably extraordinary. Although you have never 'seen' the white giant again, you can easily communicate with all spirits and create the various mysterious phenomena that remain after the end of the continent's age of gods.

[In addition, Attila's undisguised affection for Attila was also evident.]

No one will question you.

The more Attila loves you, the more instinctively uneasy you feel. The stronger her will to herself becomes, the more you become aware of the awakening of the 'White Giant' and the approaching end of the 'Scourge of God'.

But you have no way to solve it.

Even though your initial decision to stay by Attila's side wasn't to 'save' her, and you naturally had no feelings for this white giant's fragmented spirit at first, the months you spent together naturally fostered a small amount of affection in you—not much, but worth considering.

As a human being, you never intended to suppress the human heart.

However, after much thought, the result remains the same.

The awakening of a colossus, whom even the gods could not defeat, is certainly not something you can stop.

[However, knowing the truth doesn't discourage you. You know that Attila's disappearance isn't true death, but merely a return to her original Titan body. When she closes her eyes and opens them again, she is still herself, the White Titan Planet Vanguard, and Attila, with no difference between them—even though she no longer has 'freedom,' she still exists, still 'alive.']

Even if one dies, in this world named after the moon, there still exists something called the Boundary Recording Belt.