The blood-red eyes that looked at him flickered slightly for a moment. Avia stared at the light and said: "Please don't cry. Even if I can wipe away your tears, I can't stop them." ".....It's none of your business." Attila's lips moved, and he said in a very low voice, "Actually, I really want to go find you." She now realized that Avia was far more important to her than she had imagined. "Well, will you come find me? Even if you don't know where I've gone?" "I believe you will always leave some clues, Avia." "If, just if, I don't want you to come to me." "I will cry..." The giant Attila smiled and continued with loneliness, "But please rest assured, 'If that happens, I would rather destroy that world', I can't say such words now, because Avia, you will definitely not like me to do that. So, I will not go out, I will not corrode MoonCell, and I will continue to stay here." "......It would be nice if I could cure your loneliness right now. Or is that possible now?"
The blue eyes and the blood-red eyes looked at each other seriously. "I'll come get you no matter what, Attila." "Well, then leave later and stay with me for a while, Avia."
156: Countdown to the Destruction of Western Rome In the ruins of the giant god under the Alps. “My image was also carved on it.” Avia, who had returned from the moon, looked at the mural in front of him and saw that in addition to the three Youxing siblings, there was now one more person on the mural. And in the center, the huge eye embedded in it, just like before, watched everything like a living thing. At this moment, Avia had a feeling that if he chose to take the alien key now, he might be able to take it as his own, unlike Charlemagne and Attila who could only drive it. Does that mean I can assimilate the natural voice of nature? Avia couldn't help but think so. Heavenly Voice Assimilation is the alien key that transforms Karl the Great's "leadership temperament" into a powerful assimilation skill. It directly forgives individuals and changes their attributes and the spiritual pollution of their beliefs, making them submit to Karl the Great. However, unlike "brainwashing", it will not change the values of the assimilated. But Avia felt that it was unnecessary, and let Charlemagne develop as it originally did, coming here during his travels, coming into contact with the alien key, learning that it was his destiny to unify Europe, and working hard for it. After a little thought, Avia smiled faintly, stood in front of the alien key, and stretched out his hand slightly to touch it. "You will succeed, I have no doubt about it, but it's not because of the so-called destiny, but because of you and your friends who work tirelessly to bring peace. Yes, yes, I also think that people who work hard are handsome." The words of the Hun king are inscribed here via alien keys. Even though the passing of time will turn the vast ocean into mulberry fields, the great deeds of countless heroes will be buried deep under the dust by time. The civilization that was once as colorful as flowers will one day disappear without a trace.
However, as long as the alien key is not damaged, this word representing hope will remain forever under the Alps. ......This guy is mumbling something in a mysterious way. After getting the Holy Sword from Avalon, Meli immediately headed towards the most shining place among her many 'dreams'. In her opinion, Avia's soul, blessed by the Rhine gold, was so dazzling that it could be said that she was like a small blue star shining alone in the distance, a pure shining light. So when Mary came along, she found that Avia was in a cave with no human figures or animal sounds. Was he exploring? She thought so because in her opinion, male creatures generally like exploring, secret rooms and the like. This made Mary's almost silent footsteps seem subtly light, and when she wanted to go forward to say hello, the interior of the cave faded to the point where even the darkness became thinner, so that she could no longer see the expression on his face not far ahead. But in Mary's opinion, even if she couldn't see clearly, she knew Avia's character and had watched him for so long that he would try to downplay any difficult situation as much as possible and end the incident with a smile. But.....destiny? Does this mean that this guy actually has natural clairvoyance like me? The white-haired girl couldn't help but become curious when she heard this word from the silver-haired young man. She did have natural clairvoyance, but because she was still immature and the inheritance of fantasy had not been complete, the time had not come yet. While Meili was thinking silently, she continued to look at the scenery that appeared before her eyes as Avia spoke. Countless gears began to turn because of the words, and the huge eye emitted a dazzling and clear light, making people feel as if they could glimpse the Milky Way above the sky and the darkness filling the universe. In addition, although it is not easy to see, there is no doubt that a small fantasy species emitting a faint light is moving towards the depths of the cave. In an instant, the shimmering blue in the cave filled Mary's vision, stretching as far as the eye could see. But this scenery appeared in an instant and disappeared in an instant. "Wow... that scene just now was quite beautiful. Those strange eyes actually have such power." Mary's face showed an expression of interest. "How about you take this away? Then I can watch it whenever I want. Bro, I want this~" This familiar voice that he suddenly remembered had no effect on Avia, who knew Mary's true nature. "....Who is your brother?" "You're really not going to take it? I feel like this should be a very powerful weapon." After realizing that Meli had returned, Avia turned around and looked at her. He thought about it for a moment and realized that a few hundred years later, Bradamante, one of the twelve paladins under Charlemagne, received advice from the Flower Magician and became a loyal fan of the Flower Magician. The flower magician's clairvoyance can only see through the "present" and predict the past and future based on existing factors. The world is like a painting to her. Does this count as laying a foundation on the painting that she has not yet discovered? Therefore, he showed the same expression as the girl, pretending to be interested and continued: "No, Meili, this is a gift from me to you, but you have to wait for the future to reap the rewards." The topic was changed forcibly, and although Mary complained in her heart that this method of trying to gain favor was too low-level, her face appropriately changed to a satisfied expression.
Then he pretended to be nonchalant and replied in a teasing tone: "Then I'll wait in the future." "I think you won't be disappointed." Avia chuckled a few times. He could obviously see that Mary didn't believe it at all, but it didn't matter. He just let it go. "Then I really look forward to receiving a gift from the past in the future~" Meli handed over the holy sword in her hand and spoke quietly, looking at Avia calmly with her purple eyes. "This is the sword you asked me to find. There is only one under the entire lake, so I can't go wrong with it." "It's so fast. I'm really sorry to trouble you." To Mary's surprise, Avia didn't look at it carefully. He put it away directly after taking it, as if he was not worried at all that it was fake. Well, this made Mary frown as she had been busy for so long for the first time. She always felt that she had done something useless. Could this guy just want to get rid of her? But soon the white-haired girl decided not to think about it any further and returned to the Rhinegold. Anyway, she just wanted to see the painful and twisted appearance that Avia had promised to show her. Two months after the two men returned to the Hungarian Empire from the Alps, the event that Avia had been waiting for occurred. That is-- North Africa, the food lifeline of Western Rome, was occupied by the Vandals who crossed the Strait of Gibraltar. 157: Wild Hunt sweeps Western Rome (2k5) North Africa in the Roman Empire refers to the North African region except Egypt, which is divided into six provinces from east to west: Cyrenaica, Tripoli, Africa, Numidia, and East and West Mauritania, which are equivalent to the four countries of Libya, Tunisia, Algeria and Morocco today. As early as the Carthaginian period, the Carthaginians relied on this area to produce and export textiles, glass, weapons, pottery, perfume, wine and olive oil. Prosperity depended on the cultivation of wheat and barley, and in the area of modern Morocco, Tunisia and even Libya, a large number of crops, vegetables and fruits were grown. These areas are considered the most fertile in the Mediterranean, second only to Sicily and parts of Spain. After the Roman conquest, the region produced over 500 million tons of grain each year, a third of which was exported. Carthage, the capital of the province of Africa, was located in the center of the North African side of the Mediterranean Sea, only a three-day sailing trip from Rome, the capital of the Roman Empire. Most of the grain produced in North Africa was shipped from here to Italy by sea. Therefore, Carthage, which has a geographical advantage, has been the economic and political center of North Africa since ancient times and a direct territory of the Roman emperor. Controlling Carthage means controlling North Africa and controlling the food lifeline of the capital Rome. Since the division of the Roman Empire, the importance of North Africa to the Western Roman Empire, which was not as wealthy as the Eastern Roman Empire, is self-evident. But now, it was conquered by the Vandals, a branch of the Germanic people who were accepted as residents by Rome. You know, the Roman Empire created by the deeds of Novaya Gorbachev and Nero, even though it was divided into two parts in the fifth century, was still one of the two undisputed empires. The migration of the Germanic peoples to the southwest for so many years could basically be easily solved. Even now, even though Rome is no longer the capital of the Roman Empire, as the seat of the main church of the Roman Church, it is still the eternal city that will never fall in the eyes of countless believers. The reason why North Africa was conquered by the Vandals was actually very simple. The two Roman generals in North Africa were fighting among themselves under the instructions of the church leaders behind them, hoping to gain more benefits for themselves. This gave the Vandals who had just crossed the sea an opportunity to take advantage of it, and the local indigenous Berbers who had been exploited for a long time began to become dissatisfied with Rome's high-pressure rule.
Thus, with the help of internal and external forces, and with the assistance of many fantasy species hiding in the Mediterranean to avoid the church's pursuit, North Africa fell. At this moment, when Avia, far away in the Hungarian Empire, received the news, he immediately began to mobilize the Huns. For the Western Roman Empire, which was shaken by the loss of North Africa, an important grain-producing area, this was the best time to attack. In order to avoid complications for the Eastern Roman Empire, Avia specifically asked the Sassanid Empire and the Hunnic troops in the Caucasus to keep a close eye on the Eastern Roman Empire in Armenia, and immediately launch an attack on the Armenian Eastern Roman-controlled area if there was any movement to assist the Western Roman Empire. As for the British Islands across the sea, Avia had destroyed the church's branch several years ago using the Luna machine. Therefore, the Magic Association, the remaining Fantasy Species, and Gitland, who was unified by Beowulf, were responsible for isolating the English Strait. The combined efforts of these three would cause the collapse of Rome's rule in Britain. On the border of the Hunnic Empire, hundreds of thousands of Hunnic soldiers stared at the not-so-distant Western Roman border with serious eyes. In addition, there are many magicians, sorcerers, three-headed wolves, werewolves, and the Royal Guards who are all dead apostles. These creatures belonging to the fantasy side are also in the army. Looking from afar, the sun was trembling in the smoke and dust, as if it was afraid. Looking closer, the earth was groaning under the horses, as if it was mourning. The leader of this army seemed to have the ruthless nature of a killer who was hostile to the human world. That was Avia, who was wearing the scarlet armor that Typhon had transformed into. In one hand, he held the magic sword True World that was merging with Typhon, and in the other hand, he held the original holy sword of the giant god's clone that he had destroyed in the past. Behind him, Attila shook her head and refused to focus on the sword held by Avia. She felt that the sword gave her a very disgusting feeling. Suddenly, Avia, who was in the lead, stopped, and like the tide receding, the many well-trained soldiers behind him also stopped. Afterwards, he spoke in his mind to several leaders of the magic team. After making sure that his voice and image could be seen by everyone, he spoke. "To all the soldiers of the Empire and my fantasies, I am Avia, the commander of this mission. I am talking to you like this for no other reason than because there is something I must tell you no matter what." The Hun king had a solemn expression, like a warrior about to die. "I believe that no one dares to believe that such a huge empire, a powerful empire that has lasted for who knows how long, and almost crushed all external challenges, would actually have someone dare to challenge it!" "Some people may question me. Isn't this a sure death? On this battlefield against Rome, no one dares to say that they can win. It must be so. I know that what I have ordered is undoubtedly tantamount to sending myself to death." After the silver-haired young man finished speaking, he didn't say anything else and continued to stand in front of the army. If you have any dissatisfaction or complaints, just tell him. This was probably what he meant when he stood there, and he could fully accept the fear that everyone could not eliminate in their hearts. The silence represents both the soldiers' well-trained character and their uneasiness about the strength of the empire that has withstood the test for many years. But it is different for the Fantasy and Mage people. They can no longer tolerate the church's brutality. I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe dozens of seconds, but finally a soldier spoke. "...Even if we die, you will take us with you, right, King?" With someone taking the lead, discussions began to break out among the entire army. "Yes, it is because of the efforts of the two kings that we are here today and have not starved to death." "After death, the king will still lead us on. In this case, perhaps death is not a bad thing." People will die, but there will be no immortals in war. Everyone knows this, and the Huns naturally know it too.
But they sincerely respected and loved the king who constantly fought for their prosperity, so there was no need to say more. The sound of discussion suddenly rang out, but soon died down.