In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Therefore, you did not feel sad or resentful about it.

Thinking is useless.

All you can do is ensure that her life, as an 'Attila,' is not filled with too many regrets, even in her sleep.

So, what was Attila's regret, who was known as the 'Scourge of God'?

"Su...why didn't you grow any taller?"

I want to see Lu Kang grow up.

"No...this is good. If I truly see you grow into a complete civilization..."

I don't want to see it.

"Back then... I definitely wouldn't be able to resist crushing your cervical spine, would I?"

They want to destroy.

"Hands that could break even the spear of the giant god... yet deliberately used gentle force to comb your hair..."

I also want to protect it.

"This is...so contradictory..."

"But that's good...at least that Su who can never learn swordsmanship..."

"...will forever remain in a form that I cannot destroy."

So... I'm actually feeling fortunate?

The contradiction is indeed very contradictory.

However, such a 'spiral' may not be unsolvable.

The Hunnic Empire's campaign against Italy finally came to an end. Attila's army conquered northern Italy, and the Roman Emperor Valentinian III fled from Ravenna to the old capital, Rome. Attila's army received Pope Leo I, who remained in northern Italy—you also met the papacy leader of this era, a rather ambitious old man.

Despite their success, the Hunnic Empire eventually signed a truce with Rome. After a protracted war, the empire's territory had become so vast that it needed to be digested—this is the official explanation, but you know that it was simply because Attila had reached his limit.

This year marks 453 years after the death of Christ.

You've been with Attila for over a year now.

You're already two years old, yet you still haven't made any progress in martial arts.

In March of that year, just after the depths of winter, the army immediately returned to Buda.

[Also on this day]

Attila encountered a 'boy' from ten years in the future during one of his toughest battles.

Using fragments of magic and the power of time—allowing his body to briefly grow to the age of a teenager—Lu Kang smiled as he watched the figure walking into the tent.

"Let's settle this once and for all, Attila."

"Let's see if you can destroy me ten years from now!"

[What contradiction?]

[A fight would solve everything!]

Chapter 189 The Epilogue Belongs to the Girl, The Restraining Force Interferes, The Empire's Only Legitimate Successor

Using the power of the fifth law fragment 'Time' is already second nature to you, but using it on yourself is a first for you.

Even though this seems to be a fairly common usage, in your memory, Aoko in the 'original work' summoned her future self more than once. However, what you did was more like a reversal of that behavior—you briefly accelerated the growth of your current body to what it would look like ten years later.

It's like traveling through time, or even more like temporarily 'borrowing' your future.

This is not an easy task, but thankfully, you have made ample preparations.

This is not a risk-free 'project'. During the 'pre-investment' process, consciousness is the most likely place for problems to arise. Fortunately, with the ample preparations you've made, and under the protection of your 272 'thought circuits,' you remain yourself, your consciousness light and agile, without distinction between past and future.

Feeling his youthful state, Lu Kang smiled as he watched Attila walk in from outside the tent. The young war goddess's honey-colored skin was faintly visible beneath her white, gauze-like battle dress, revealing a slender figure that only he could see. She stared blankly at Lu Kang, her golden eyes inexplicably shimmering.

"Is it Su...?"

He read out Lu Kang's name.

What appears to be a question is actually a statement of absolute certainty.

Although he had grown up considerably and looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, Attila could still tell Lu Kang's 'background' at a glance—he could tell his identity.

"it's me."

Lu Kang nodded.

The moment the words left her lips, Attila's golden pupils contracted sharply, and the muscles beneath her honey-colored skin tensed instantly.

Suddenly, a sword of light woven from three colors appeared in her right hand—and almost at the same instant, rainbow light burst forth from the blade without warning.

Lu Kang could sense that the sword was wrapped with dense magical particles.

The blade rose, and in an instant, it traced a comet-like trajectory through the air.

This is also truly without warning—so simple and straightforward that it's as if all the intermediate processes were skipped.

So-called practical martial arts are just movements of this level. They don't emphasize flashiness or pursue gorgeous visual effects. Such visual effects can exist, but they are by no means necessary. More often, they are just to distract the enemy.

And clearly, that's not Attila's style.

As the 'Scourge of God' who roams the battlefields of Europe, her martial arts consist only of 'simplicity' and 'strength'!

This upward thrust of the sword is her purest starting stance.

In the meantime, she also rushed to within a meter of Lu Kang at almost teleportation speed, just within the area where the sword could sweep across. The girl suddenly spun around the pivot of her left foot, which was stepping down in sync, and with the rotation of her wrist, she unleashed a horizontal slash with a shrill sound that tore through the air. While possessing extremely high martial arts skills, Attila also undoubtedly possessed a powerful physique, the highest level of which was called 'natural body' - the 'divine body' belonging to martial artists.

"The military strategy of a war god?"

To call it a martial arts strategy is not accurate. To be more precise, this strike contained not only Attila's own martial arts skills and strength, but also the 'magic' of the sword in her hand.

The three-colored light that forms this sword is also formed by the convergence of three high-concentration magic spirals!

Its name is 'Sword of the God of War'.

It is the legendary sword that was once wielded by Mars, the most revered chief god of Rome, and is also the origin of Attila's title of "God of War" besides the Scourge of God.

With this divine sword in hand, her sword strikes are like building a 'rainbow bridge'.

The girl unleashed her full power from the moment she began.

With all our might—

"Civilization...destroyed!"

With just one glance, Attila's most primal desire to destroy 'civilization' was stirred within him!

Lu Kang was not surprised at all by the sword strike coming his way; he had done it on purpose.

Feeling the sudden gust of wind, he still had the leisure to think. He gazed at the honey-skinned, athletic girl through the dazzling, expanding rainbow light before his eyes, but he neither flinched nor avoided it.

Having briefly 'borrowed' his state after ten years, he could sense that his current state still lacked any 'martial arts' enhancement. However, as a magician who had reached the realm of multiple gods, with the 'triple cycle''s infinite learning and growth characteristics as his foundation, after ten years of accumulation, he would only be stronger than he was in his childhood. In the one ten-millionth of a gap where the God of War's sword was swung, continuous magical radiance also shone brightly on his body.

Various basic and advanced defensive techniques are superimposed on the body.

The temple of magic was instantly forged inside and outside the body, forming a mysterious barrier that overlapped with the true ether that naturally overflowed from the body of God.

Physical enhancement, muscle strength enhancement, nerve enhancement—time acceleration!

Lu Kang's 'speed' also became extremely fast almost instantly!

The rainbow light ignited by the 'Between the Gods of War' suddenly fell outside the overlapping barriers and halls, where it was blocked and even rebounded. Then, a hand that reached out from it passed through the gap created by the rebound of the rainbow light and grabbed Attila's main body.

Attila turned to the side, sheathing her sword. Lu Kang's fingers barely grazed the girl's abdomen, stirring a ripple in her muscular, honey-colored figure—his fingertips slightly sinking yet also lifting. Attila, just as when she drew her sword, abruptly withdrew it and took several steps back.

"Su... is very strong, and very fast."

The girl said.

Before the words were finished and the rainbow light had dissipated, everything suddenly froze.

Attila's figure blurred in the air for a moment, and the next moment she was already upon him.

Her movements were almost unreasonable; before the sharp edge of the God of War's sword even arrived, her honey-colored skin had already pressed against Lu Kang's chest.

Her battle skirt billowed amidst the surging magic, vaguely revealing the outline of the girl's waist, while her knees pressed against his waist and abdomen, slamming him to the ground.

“Su… has become stronger.” She whispered, her golden pupils slightly contracting, and the rainbow sword light transformed into an invisible restraint, pinning his wrist to the ground. Her breath was hot, her honey-colored skin pressed against his, the fabric of her battle dress trembling slightly under the fluctuations of true ether, almost melting into their body heat.

Lu Kang could feel the strength of her thigh, taut and aggressive, as if it wanted to crush his bones. Her fingertips traced his collarbone, carrying a kind of almost instinctive destructive urge, but paused slightly at the moment of contact—as if confirming something.

“But it’s not enough.” She leaned down, iridescent light streaming down from her hair, overlapping their shadows: “Too many unnecessary movements.”

That's truly... utterly unreasonable 'martial arts'!

Looking at the girl pressing down on him, feeling the softness emanating from Attila's body, Lu Kang breathed a sigh of relief and grinned. In close combat, as a magician, he would never be a 'match' with these great heroes. If martial arts were ranked like magic, Attila's martial arts would be no less than Lu Kang's double-linked combo in the Triple Crown—it was an ability comparable to a mid-level being in the divine realm.

however.

“No matter how many moves you make, you can’t ‘destroy’ me, can you, Attila?” Lu Kang, in his youthful form, responded.

Attila, who was pressing down on Lu Kang, squeezed her legs together. The muscular outline beneath her honey-colored skin tightened and became clearly visible. In the instant the force increased, the chaotic flow of true ether also gathered like a vortex almost instantly. No matter how much force was involved, it was as if it had been thrown into the sea.

Beneath the true ether barrier,

Even Attila cannot exert any 'force' on Lucan that could cause harm.

The reason we were able to knock him down earlier was precisely because the force that brought him down wasn't enough to cause him any real harm.

Of course, this is still, as mentioned before, just the natural frequency of the true ether's instinctive operation.

However, if Lu Kang wanted to, he could completely reject everything he touched—but that wouldn't be convenient in normal life, since this wasn't a real life-or-death battle.

Attila confirmed this and silently loosened her grip. She looked down at Lu Kang, who had grown up beneath her, and suddenly became lost in thought.

"The grown-up Sue is indeed a very beautiful civilization..."

"So now, can you let me go?" Lu Kang glanced sideways, the outcome of the battle already clear: neither of them could gain the upper hand.

However, Lu Kang also instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

...The touch of the girl's honey-colored skin against mine was hotter than I had imagined!

Attila, however, was completely unaware. Instead of moving away, she moved even closer, pressing her knees against Lu Kang's waist and abdomen, her silver hair falling onto his neck. Suddenly, she rubbed her nose against his Adam's apple, and the God of War's sword turned into particles of light and dissipated. Her hands, however, wrapped around his shoulders even more tightly.

"The flavor... is stronger than when I was a child."

Lu Kang suddenly sat up and said, "No matter how concentrated it is, you can't destroy it."

"What can't be destroyed is left with 'protection,' isn't it?"

The paradoxical spiral of destruction and protection can be perfectly resolved by using 'force'.

Attila was slightly taken aback by what he heard, but then suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He gave a very faint smile.

"Ah."

She nodded and spoke softly.

...

Attila's sense of self is becoming increasingly strong.

This was already the year 453 AD.

This is the year in which the 'Scourge of God' died, as recorded in later historical accounts.

[You know Attila's time is indeed running out, perhaps six months, perhaps a few months—she too will die as a 'warrior']

But you did ask her if she liked this kind of life.

She also answered you, saying that if possible, she would like to try a life that doesn't exist solely for fighting.

This is the only thing you can give right now.

This year, this month, this day

[In your youthful form, you ride across the vast grasslands with her, not for a war-torn migration, nor for battle, but simply to appreciate nature.]

Attila said this place is perfect for an ambush.

But you said this place is more suitable for sleeping than for 'ambush'.

You lie here with her, gazing at the blue sky, not thinking about the battlefields or the affairs of the empire.