In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

You brought her to the lakeside, and Attila said the lake was suitable for defense, but you splashed water all over her instead.

Attila stood there stunned, only beginning to fight back after you reminded her.

You are very immature.

But you also want to be childish with Attila.

Because you've always believed that naivety is a symbol of 'peace'.

You wandered around like this until the sun set.

【…】

"'Su's' actions still have many unnecessary movements; although it's a good civilization, it's also full of flaws..."

No matter how many flaws you have, you can't break through my defenses.

As the last rays of the setting sun shone down, Lu Kang glanced sideways at Attila sitting beside him and uttered these words of complaint.

The girl's silver hair was loose and flowing, and her golden eyes shone brightly in the last rays of the setting sun. The sunset dyed her hair the same honey color as her skin, and her light gauze dress clung to her waist.

She sat with her knees bent, the fabric of her battle skirt stretching out in a full curve at the junction of her hips and thighs. Her honey-colored thighs, slightly compressed by her sitting posture, shimmered like satin in the iridescent light.

The sword of the God of War was stuck diagonally to the side, and her honey-colored thighs and the blade shimmered with iridescent light.

She looked at the boy beside her and suddenly smiled faintly again.

"Su, are there really no flaws?"

of course not.

Lu Kang, brimming with confidence, was about to answer when asked if he had any weaknesses. He admitted that he did have weaknesses, but they weren't simply a matter of skill; they were more akin to a powerful brick flying – only a greater exertion could possibly overwhelm his True Ether, and such beings were truly rare.

However, before he could finish speaking, a wet touch suddenly pressed against his forehead.

Attila, who was beside him just a second ago, suddenly leaned closer and gently placed her red lips on his forehead.

Lu Kang stared in disbelief at the figure so close to him.

After the fleeting kiss, Attila lowered her golden eyes and simply said, "This is Sue's weakness."

"The 'flaw' of the most perfect civilization".

Don’t talk about martial ethics!

The boy remained silent.

Attila simply embraced Lucan gently and whispered in his ear:

"Su is a very good civilization, but it is still a very small civilization."

"Su still has a weakness."

"Next time we meet, I will use the tip of my sword to expose this weakness."

"Don't brag."

Lu Kang said, "This doesn't count as 'breaking down'."

“But Su Mingming didn’t even notice my simplest movements.” Attila responded, as if murmuring to herself, her voice growing softer and softer in the evening breeze under the setting sun, as if fading into the distance.

“That’s called tactical weakness.” Lu Kangli spoke defiantly to the sudden emptiness in front of him, saying, “When you come back, I won’t be so ignorant of martial arts!”

As a magician, he is skilled at 'creating instruments' and certainly has this confidence.

As the words fell.

Lu Kang slowly lowered his hand.

In the desolate and vast grassland, he simply stood up with a calm expression and gazed alone in all directions.

He gazed at the remaining sword of the God of War before him.

...

The White Giant's 'Dream' Has Ended

Attila left after spending her last day not as a warrior, not as a weapon, but as a 'girl'.

You have no idea what the white giant will think after he wakes up.

You've simply done what you were supposed to do.

[Although this was still somewhat unexpected]

Although you didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

But this was unexpected, yet perfectly reasonable.

What you think

[What You Think]

[What you think in your heart—]

Damn it, my self-control!

Although there is no evidence, you instinctively know that this is yet another move by the 'restraining force' that maintains the progress of human history.

You are not aware of his presence, nor are you angry or resentful.

I just feel uncomfortable.

[Extremely, extremely unpleasant!]

...

He built a vast empire in an extremely short time, and then suddenly died just as the empire was about to reach its peak. The death of the "Scourge of God," who has been feared by Westerners for over a thousand years, remains a mystery in history.

It once defeated the civilized Roman Empire with barbarity.

He once fought against overwhelming odds, leading from the front, and with a force of several thousand men, he directly defeated an army of tens of thousands.

He was Attila the Hun, the conqueror of the West, the whip of God.

After Attila's death, the once mighty empire inevitably declined. The sole heir to the empire, after a brief period of even greater glory, also vanished just before he was about to take over the reins, as if by some cruel twist of fate.

Along with them disappeared the most elite troops of the Hunnic Empire.

It is said that for the next hundred years, the whole world actively searched for the boy named 'Subotai'.

Attila the Hun: The Eastern Nomadic Leader Who Sweeped Across Europe

...

After Attila's departure

You have rightfully become the sole legitimate heir to the empire.

Chapter 190 The Sword of the God of War, the Playful Suppression on the Eve of the Empire's Collapse, and the Journey to Britain

"We demand a reasonable explanation: how could the great Scourge of God have suddenly vanished without even leaving behind a body!"

In the largest central tent of the Hunnic army camp, a campfire burned brightly, and a tall, middle-aged man stared at the people around him with eyes like a hawk, his words full of aggressive intent: "Didn't you say that the so-called child prodigy was right there at the time?"

"King Adalik, do you mean to suspect that His Highness Subatai, the future most revered high priest and spiritual medium of the empire, murdered the Great Khan?"

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, someone next to him frowned and stood up to speak.

"I didn't say that..."

The man known as King Adalik's expression changed slightly. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an old, hunched figure next to the now empty seat of the Great Khan. He hurriedly said, "I only want to verify!"

"The Western Roman Empire has now signed a peace treaty with us, but everyone knows that they are only afraid of the great Attila. With the great Attila in trouble at this critical juncture, who can help but suspect something?"

"We Gepids are of one mind with the Huns, and the 'Gods' can attest to that!"

"Better so."

The man who stood up and questioned them was clearly the commander of the Hunnic legion. Attila had nearly 100,000 soldiers under his command, including 70,000 of his own Huns and 30,000 of the Germanic tribes and kingdoms of the West.

The barbarians' allegiance to the Huns stemmed primarily from their fear of Attila and their dread of the Hunnic soldiers united under Attila's command. However, if something were to happen to Attila, and the Huns were to split again, the consequences would be self-evident.

The weakened wolf king of the grasslands could not withstand the onslaught of hyenas.

But not bad.

The Huns were not without successors.

Even if Attila were to meet with misfortune...

"I saw it."

That's when.

The hunched old man next to the 'Great Khan's position' suddenly opened his eyes and uttered a hoarse voice.

"High Priest?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and paused slightly.

The Hunnic legion commander asked, "What did you see?"

The high priest of the empire, a being who possesses ancient and mysterious powers, is also the most exalted person in the entire Hunnic Empire, apart from Attila.

When he spoke, no one in the room dared to object or question him.

He said, “I ‘saw’ it. The Goddess awoke in the distant sky. He took away the long whip that He had once cast down, saying that His mission was complete. But He left behind the divine sword that He had once bestowed upon us. He said that the future of the empire lies in the hands of the one who holds the sword.”

A divine sword...?

"The sword of the great Attila the Conqueror?" Adalik instantly perked up: "Where is it?"

"Where is it, and what does it have to do with you?" The Hun general frowned.

“Don’t get agitated, Advisor Onigisius. We have no other intentions—I think King Adalic simply wants to find the whereabouts of this sword and make a contribution to the vast empire!” Another man with a thick beard, clearly not a native Hun, spoke up. He was Varamir, the leader of the Ostrogoths among the Germanic tribes.

The Hunnic general known as Onigisius snorted, but didn't say anything. Even though he knew these guys had their own agendas, it was even more inappropriate to point them out at this time.

At this time, the Hunnic Empire could not tolerate internal strife... even though it seemed inevitable.

"However, this problem shouldn't be difficult to solve." Then, Valamir stroked his beard, a sly smile on his face. "Just ask our Prince Subatai, wouldn't that be enough?"

"you..."

Onyxia instantly frowned—

"Are you looking for me?"

But before the Hun general could speak, a voice drifted over from outside the tent.

A three-year-old child lifted the curtain and stepped inside. Dressed in a long robe, his figure, less than a meter tall, exuded an aura of unapproachable majesty.

Having regained his composure, Lu Kang looked at the Huns and tribal leaders in the tent before him and asked, "Or are you looking for this?"

The three-colored longsword in Lu Kang's hand was even longer than him.

"Ah, the great sword of the God of War!"

The Ostrogothic leader, Valamir, immediately exclaimed, "It's him! It's him—"

"Want it?"

Lu Kang's face remained calm.

Despite being a child not yet three years old, the East Gothic leader's breathing faltered slightly the moment their eyes met, and the excitement of the previous second vanished without a trace.

It felt like I'd seen 'Attila' all over again... It's unbelievable!

He laughed dryly.

"Don't you want to?" Lu Kang then looked at King Adalik and the other numerous non-Hungarian generals: "Don't you all want to?"

No one dared to respond, and even less dared to nod.

“Since no one wants it, then it’s mine,” Lu Kang said. “I am the new Great Khan.”

He slowly walked to the Great Khan's seat and jumped up.

The sword of war god held in his hand was also raised high in an instant.

"Greetings, Great Khan!"

As the sole legitimate heir to the empire, the Huns naturally had no objections.

Seeing this scene, the non-local barbarians dared not raise any further objections—even though they each harbored their own resentment.