Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

Simfitley held out what he was holding: a young golden werewolf.

Avia naturally knew what this was. It was an omnipotent life form that could change its form depending on the situation and did not need to possess a catalyst in order to settle down in the material world. In the magic world's terms, it was a high-dimensional life form whose soul had been materialized.

In other words, the body formed from the materialized soul can be transformed into star tentacles of any shape.

It is a mysterious thing born from the planet. It is a rare drop that fell after life has survived for thousands or tens of thousands of years. It is neither magic nor illusion, but a truly sacred thing, the true enemy of magic. It is a life from the extinct age of gods, a phantom beast with the original bloodline of werewolves, surpassing magical beasts... Even so, it is no match for a savage.

While Simfitri's gift was indeed significant in some respects, for Avia, who possessed Typhon and the great god Rune, it was at most comparable to the three-headed dragon Gorinich in terms of combat power.

But Avia thought it was alright, after all, in order to destroy the Church of the Western Roman Empire, the more power the better.

"Hmm, thank you so much for this gift, but Sinfitri, you probably came here for more than just this, didn't you?"

“That’s right, Lord Avia.” The werewolf smiled again. “I am already aware of the dangers that the Great God spoke of, so I cannot stand idly by.”

In fact, for some unknown reason, the eyes of the now werewolf Simfit are considered to be extremely advanced Norse fantasy magic eyes.

At this moment, in his line of sight, a red-haired girl was sitting on Avia's shoulder with great interest, looking around. In addition, Simfitri also saw a white-haired fairy on the other shoulder, besides the girl with an extremely strong dragon aura. However, unlike the red-haired dragon girl, this fairy seemed to have a more joyful expression, which was very much in line with Simfitri's imagination of fairies.

But Simfitelli didn't care too much. After all, he was born in the Norse Age of Gods and was a hero. In fact, he thought it was quite normal... Whether it's a hero from the Norse Age or a hero from the foreign land of Greece, such scenes are very normal and common.

Except for very few isolated cases.

Without further thought, Sinfitley continued:

"Please let me join you in solving the disaster the Great God spoke of for the sake of the world. The werewolves deep in the Nordic region are also willing to join me and will arrive soon."

As werewolves whose essence is the great hero Simfit, the werewolf tribe naturally knelt down the moment they sensed his aura. The weak obeying the strong is an innate instinct among the werewolves of the fantasy species.

“Alright, then let’s overcome the disaster that the great god is talking about together, Simfitley.”

Avia revealed a gentle smile that matched the atmosphere, gazing at the werewolf towering above her with her azure eyes.

"Whether it's an ancient fear or a planetary catastrophe, if it's harmful, then it should disappear."

The young woman's swaying silver hair, illuminated by the sunlight spilling across the sea, seemed to radiate a golden torch-like light.

"As long as I exist."

Speaking of which, Avia has already come up with titles for herself. She currently has Typhon, the Primordial Dragon; Golinich, the Three-Headed Dragon; the Princess of the Dead Apostles and two great knights; the Golden Wolf with Star Tentacles; the Werewolf Simfitri; Beowulf, the King of Norse mythology; Attila, the Colossus; the Marshal of the Magic Path... It can be said that she has brought in most of the organization's figures except for the Church.

So, giving him the title of King of Kings shouldn't be too much of an exaggeration, right?

129: The "Mad" Savior

The central city of the Bagauda movement in Gaul, Western Roman Empire.

At midday, the soft sunlight shone on the vast earth, and the thick air seemed still drowsy.

A white-haired man with bright brown skin stands out above the city. His name is Zagreus. He is a god who has fallen from the texture and descended to the mortal world. He is made in pact with the hidden divine principles of the Wandering Sea and is summoned by Kiz, who is involved in the project of the underwater Library of Alexandria.

Zagreus, the prince of the underworld, was the precursor to the Greek god of wine and the son of Zeus and Persephone, the queen of the underworld.

Bai Ruolong, who was originally supposed to appear a thousand years later as one of the protagonists of the second life's great adventure, makes her debut.

Beside him stood a large black tree, its branches spreading out against the clear sky, seemingly containing shadows and darkness. The roots that appeared on the ground looked like black snakes. This was the divine body of Ōkuninushi, the leader of Kunitsu, a hybrid of dragon and bull, and the god of the East.

It was with the secret assistance of these two gods that the most elite Praetorian Guard of the Western Roman Empire was unable to end the "Bagodo Movement".

But today, something has come.

Prince Hades sensed an unprecedented, even eerie, power appearing before their eyes.

"So this is the power that even Kiz finds terrifying? Indeed."

Zagreus murmured, for as a Greek god, he truly considered protecting humanity his responsibility.

However, it's important to know that God and humans have different perspectives. In God's eyes, humans are two-dimensional beings.

The reason why Hercules was able to be transformed by the black mud into a form full of vengeance was because the difference in values ​​between the Greek gods and humans drove him mad.

"Humans, why are you like this? You shouldn't be like this. You should know this better than anyone else."

"How foolish! It is precisely because of the desire for redemption that we feel the inevitable end with such sorrow."

I once prayed to know everything, to understand everything in this ever-expanding world. Therefore, what I sought was not personal strength or happiness, but the self that existed until the world's judgment—the true human being.

The woman's words contained no sarcasm or malice, but were full of pure goodwill.

His posture made him seem like a true savior.

However, the Prince of the Underworld knew, but rather than knowing, it was more like he was forcibly indoctrinated with the information within those few minutes.

A woman's kindness is nothing but kindness; it contains absolutely no trace of affection or compassion.

This explanation was merely a prelude to their disappearance—

The sunlight was gently shining on the earth, bathing every inch of land in its warm glow, but at this moment, silvery-white starlight shone in the sky above this place, slanting down at a speed that no human could reach, as if turning this place into a moonlit ocean.

However, it wasn't a real ocean, but rather an environment formed by countless shimmering silvery-white specks.

However, Zagreus not only sensed, but also heard and saw this unprecedented anomaly: the world's essence had vanished, and magic rapidly filled the place, accompanied by a strangely familiar 'madness'.

"You, no, this feels so much like Art's aura, how could you have—"

As a Greek god, Zagreus naturally knew what was at the bottom of the Qihuang magic. Despite the unknown aura of decay and curse, the essence of his pursuit was madness.

That was a god of order, born from chaos, who flew from a distant place and wandered on Mount Olympus. It had no physical body or true form made of steel, but was a program that swayed in the ocean of information with only knowledge and wisdom. Its name was Art.

Art, an intelligent entity that controls and shakes reason, bringing madness to people, gods, and the world, was not created by malfunction or malice, but rather exists like a necessary ballast stone on a fleet, an auxiliary system set up to change and solidify the principles and honesty of the world.

However, at some point, Zeus, the god-king who possessed a physical body at that time, determined that Artemis was unnecessary, so he froze her and banished her to the human world.

Thus, the legend of Zeus grabbing Ate by the hair and banishing her came about.

The land where Ate, the goddess of folly, landed was named Troy, and the seeds of madness began to take root and sprout.

Back then, whenever humans did something foolish, they would say it was due to the influence of Art.

But in reality, "stupidity," "madness," and "destruction" are actually created by humanity itself. The goddess Artemis could not influence them; instead, she was blamed for a lot of things.

Art did not hate the gods, nor did she lament her own powerlessness. Instead, she praised the world and humanity. Humans were both intelligent and foolish. Even without Art's influence, their inner world already contained both honor and destruction. Therefore, in Art's view, humanity would become a complete being.

Because of Artemis's madness and lack of physical form, even if the Olympian gods disappeared, she could coexist with humans as the embodiment of madness, like a dream or a phantom.

The formless Art merged into the world, transforming into waves of information. One of these waves, over countless years, gradually gained consciousness and a physical form, becoming the humanoid "Foolish One," a separate individual unlike Art. In the year 400 AD, this individual was named—

Francesca.

"A century later, once again."

Qi Huang said quietly.

"The Prince of the Underworld of Greece, the ruler of a great nation in the Far East, is roughly on par with the Demonic Marshal and the Moon King in that encounter, so—"

Like silver specks of light from the ocean bursting forth with terrifying magic, instantly manifesting behind them as if an infinite array of ether cannons were appearing, and a phantom of the moon emerging from the high sky.

The silvery-white space, centered on the woman, was constantly shattering, and Prince Ming even glimpsed stars through the cracks.

The Ether Cannon's magic lived up to its name; countless projectiles shot out, much like a black hole born from the earth. Color and sound vanished, leaving only nothingness and the lingering fragrance of myth.

What followed was a massive phantom of the moon, a substance composed of 'faith' that tore everything apart and caused collapse.

Mysterious strength and endurance are meaningless before this sacred text, like the final act of an aging, colossal star, devouring not only the surrounding air but also a part of the world, the nothingness continuing to expand—

Soon after, everything here returned to its original state.

All that remained was everything that had been razed to the ground.

"God has long since turned to dust, so what does the world have to do with you?"

A day later, the "Bagado movement," which had lasted for a year in the Western Roman Empire, was suppressed.

That's what the church says.

The city of the unjust was destroyed, just like Sodom and Gomorrah in the past; not a blade of grass grew, and no one lived there.

130: The Colossus's Faint Hope

Since Attila's return, with his own strength and that of his tribe, he transformed the originally loose Hunnic tribes into a seemingly enormous force in just a few years. In terms of territory, it stretched from the Aral Sea in the east to the Atlantic coast in the west, and from the Danube River in the south to the Baltic Sea in the north, making it a veritable empire.

Its territory stretched from the Central Asian steppes to what is now Flanders, from the Danube Valley to the Baltic coast, encompassing most of present-day Germany, Central Europe, the Balkans, and Ukraine. It bordered the Western Roman Empire to the west and southwest, and the Eastern Roman Empire to the southeast.

This vast region was inhabited by its own tribal chiefs, who had been subjugated and forced to pay tribute by Attila.

But as the saying goes, conquering the world is easy, but governing it is difficult.

With such a vast territory, putting aside the question of how to manage it, ensuring that everyone has enough to eat is a major problem.

After all, the Eastern and Western Rome of today is not the loose and disorganized empire of the past, where the Huns could demand money for common peace when they were not doing well. Now, it is a genuine and powerful empire.

The Western Roman Empire, with its church alone, was virtually invincible. The Eastern Roman Empire, thanks to its vigorous development over the past century, had long been a center of trade, and its naval power and army, fueled by its faith, were not to be underestimated...

However, compared to the Western Roman Empire, which was primarily based on the Church, the Eastern Roman Empire was primarily based on negotiation. In any case, it was fortunate that a few cardinals stayed in the Eastern Roman Empire to maintain order during the schism. Otherwise, if the Church had directly declared the Eastern Roman Empire to be heretical, it would have likely caused more trouble. Spiritual power is always much stronger than physical power.

Therefore, with the support of the immense faith, even the Eastern Roman imperial family, whose power was primarily monarchical, had to yield to the Church in various important ceremonies.

In short, during the classical period, once a nomadic people who did not engage in agriculture were unable to survive, they either had to flee to distant lands or seek refuge with a unified dynasty. Since nomadic tribes themselves lacked an effective management structure, the empires they established were destined to be short-lived.

Within the Hunnic Empire at present, there is no shortage of talented people in terms of military ability, but there is almost no one available in terms of political talent to govern the country.

The Eastern European steppes, a training ground within the Hunnic royal court.

The wooden mannequins and lightweight magic and spell-casting aids displayed here suggest that this was a training ground for the Huns.

But right now, there's only one person here.

The white-haired girl gently closed her eyes, stroking the God of War's sword that reflected sunlight and shimmered with rainbow-colored light; the white patterns on its body emitted a faint glow.

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This was a breathtaking sword strike. A white light pierced the sunlight, and in that instant, the still space seemed to be shattered. A gust of wind erupted around them, causing them to scatter in terror before the sword's power. Only when the sword stopped did the air return to its original flow.

Such swordsmanship must have reached the pinnacle of divine skill.

Attila frowned slightly, gritted his teeth gently, and felt somewhat frustrated, realizing that he had been in a bad state for quite some time now.

To the average person, one could undoubtedly sense an extraordinary talent from that single sword strike, without any flaws.

However, the abnormal state could not be hidden from the girl herself. No matter how cleverly she deceived and concealed it, the white-haired girl with her naturally strong physique would easily see through it and would not ignore that point.

There were some flaws in that sword strike, but since your physical condition is good, the problem might lie in your mind.

Attila thought that it was probably Avia who was disturbing his mind.

From the day she left Milan, the question of why he hadn't returned had been lingering in her mind.

She gently placed the sword of the general into the ground, her white hair swaying as she did so, and then quietly closed her eyes to ponder.

Originally, he should have just focused on wielding the sword and instinctively choosing to kill.

But now she often quietly asks herself—

If one were to travel the world on horseback as a free traveler.

If one learns that thing called writing, and writes books that are recorded by it.

If, shyly, I nestled in that guy's arms...

Why would someone think that way? Is it because they were defeated and then constantly nagged by him?

Is this what trouble is? Is this what frustration is? I don't know why I think this way.

In fact, it wasn't just the mind of the giant god that was confused; even the giant god's physical body, which was currently sealed on the moon in isolated, unknown darkness, dreaming and observing from a synchronized perspective, was also confused, not only about this emotion, but also about the "meaning" of its purpose.

"To eradicate civilization in this universe" is the meaning of Sefalu's existence, and the reason for the destructive machinery called Sefalu.

Safalou's operating principle was to destroy for the sake of destruction. His actions were devoid of malice, profit, or emotion, and were no different from natural disasters.

Unlike Sephalus, the white giant who destroyed for the sake of destruction 14,000 years ago, Attila of today left behind a meaningful life, the biggest difference being "whether or not he had a purpose".

But Yusei Vanguard quickly figured out the true nature of the matter.

He felt that he was essentially "nothing but destruction," and therefore wanted to "keep watching the earth," to "shyly nestle in the arms of mankind," and to "leave behind a meaning for existence," just like Attila galloping across the beautiful grasslands at this very moment.

Living on Earth as a human being, as a life, this new state of being allowed the Star Vanguard to feel the meaning of their own existence.

The star soldier couldn't help but feel confused, but he also accepted his new self and felt an indescribable joy.