So the silver-haired young man shouted loudly. "In that case, then move forward without hesitation. I will take all the bad reputation." "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Everyone roared in battle roar as if to show their strength. Avia turned her head and raised her eyes. The blue eyes that were once as clear as the ocean were now cold and penetrating, stern and ruthless in their calmness, and cold as ice in pure silence. Like an icy blade unsheathed, like commanding a deep blue battlefield, the ruthless god of death will step towards the other end of the battlefield. "Start killing." The Hun army set out from the Danube, crossed the Rhine, and marched unstoppably towards Gaul. The major cities, which had already suffered severe damage from the uprising, were unable to resist and thus fell one after another and suffered severe devastation. In Western Rome, whenever the cold wind suddenly fell at night and the thick fog came quietly, people would wake up from their sleep and lock every door and window in fear.
For they knew that this was a sign that the Huns, incarnations of the Wild Hunt, were lingering nearby. After so much killing, the terrified people said that the king of the Huns came to this world from a distant dead land and was the king of the wild hunt who brought death. His face is hidden beneath a terrifyingly shaped helmet, and his heart is as cold as ice. He will kill all those who cry out in fear, and they will be destined to be shackled and killed by the King of the Wild Hunt. Not long after, the Hun army captured Metz and then brought the war into Gaul. The Hun army swept across northern Gaul, and within a month, they reached the city of Orleans. At this time, the Western Roman Empire finally reacted to the Huns' war and began to counterattack under the organization of Aetius, the leader of the Guards. 158: The Battle That Decided the Fate of Europe (3k) In the northern part of Gaul, there are burned and desolate battlefields everywhere. In the battles with the overwhelming Hun army, what was often left behind were countless dead bones of the Western Romans. Without supplies and with a huge gap in support, the Roman legions were covered in wounds and exhausted. The worst thing was that the gap in combat power was hopeless. Fighting desperately was futile. One person after another was killed. Finally, the last person was left, surrounded by swarms of Huns, and finally torn into miserable pieces. The broken and shattered iron sword was stuck in the ground like an unknown tombstone, amidst the unusually large amount of blood that gushed out from the viscous blood. But the tragedy was not over yet. The Hun army led by the King of the Wild Hunt brought devastation to every place they passed. Killing brings fear, and fear brings confusion. That is why the believers of the Western Roman Empire said that the cavalry led by the Hun king were wearing ghostly armor and appeared in the posture of wild hunting. Moreover, the ships under his command in the English Channel were made of dead men's fingernails. Like a vast army of tidal waves lurking outside Orleans in Gaul, or like a pure black shadow lurking around the moon at night. "Did Aetius bring the Spear of Longinus?" Avia looked at the black outline of the city from afar, then looked away and said. Perhaps in order to inspire people, Aetius, who led the Guards, kept announcing on the road that he had obtained the holy artifact, the Spear of Longinus, from the church. "However, Lucius taught well. It was worth my time to train the last elite Roman Guards. I think this should be considered as my contribution..." From this camp on a high hill, one can overlook the sea, the port, and the city of Orleans that stretches behind it.
In the future, this is where Joan of Arc brought a turning point to France, which was in a losing position in the Hundred Years' War between England and France. At the age of seventeen, she led two hundred people and destroyed England's six months of efforts in just nine days. This was based on the situation that Orleans was besieged and ready to surrender, but the opportunity was delayed only because the British and Burgundians quarreled over who would accept the city. You know, the popular view at the time was that once Orleans was successfully captured by the British army, John, Duke of Burgundy, as an ally of the British army, would fulfill the wish of King Henry V of England and fully take over and control of France's territory on the European continent. And at this moment, according to the original historical development, in the fifth century AD, the Battle of Chalons, which was hailed as the battle that determined the fate of Europe, was fought here. As a result, Aetius defeated Attila, cleaned up the mess of the crumbling Western Roman Empire and defended the country. But this "last Roman" who single-handedly supported the Western Roman Empire from crisis for twenty years and saved the Western Roman people from the suffering of war ended up dying at the hands of an emperor who was worried and suspicious of him because of his prestige. One day, the emperor drew his sword and stabbed him in the chest. In an instant, the emperor's trusted ministers and palace eunuchs followed suit and rushed up to stab him with their swords. Aetius was stabbed more than a hundred times. The last hero of Rome died on the spot. Afterwards, the emperor blocked the news and lured Aetius's trusted friends who held important positions in the military into the palace one by one and killed them. After the news was exposed, everyone in the Western Roman Empire despised the emperor, resulting in the emperor being assassinated on the spot by a soldier while reviewing the military camp a few months later. The other soldiers stood aside and no one was willing to step forward to rescue the emperor. From then on, the political situation in the Western Roman Empire became more turbulent and was once again in a precarious situation. Even though the most terrible Hun crisis had been resolved, the Western Roman Empire was headed towards destruction again. However, at this moment, the Hun king who fought a decisive battle with Aetius was Avia, not Attila. Moreover, he is now fully capable of capturing Orleans before the reinforcements from the Western Roman Empire arrive, but he is specifically fighting a decisive battle with them here. As long as he completely destroys the Roman Guards, he can rush all the way to Milan, the capital of the Western Roman Empire, without any pressure, and then, to Rome. "Sir Avia, a foreign god named Zagreus has come to see you." Sinfitli, the brother of Warrior King Sigurd, who appeared in the form of a werewolf at Odin's instruction, came to the top of the hill and spoke to Avia. "Zagreaus is still here, let him come up." "Yes." While waiting for Prince Hades, Avia also released Typhon, who looked "very unhappy". Although Typhon didn't say it, he still knew the reason, which was that Zagros had once swallowed some of Typhon's fragments, which of course made the Great Dragon unhappy. "Why did you ask me to come out? I don't want to come out." The red-haired girl said this calmly at first, then looked surprised: "This guy named Zagros exudes the aura of Zeus and... Persephone?! Doesn't Hades care that the auxiliary machine that assists him has residual data stored on other machines?" In Greek mythology, Persephone is the queen of the underworld and the daughter of Zeus and Demeter. "That's Zeus after all." Avia replied. "Come to think of it, you have those too..." The red-haired girl was unable to speak in the middle of her story. In her opinion, although Avia did not have the power of the gods, she was filled with all the auras... She felt like she was the only one in the entire Greek pantheon whose aura was not on Avia, which made her feel very uncomfortable. "No, no, no, I'm Jupiter, a great god in the Roman pantheon. Even though it's just a different name, the morals are still slightly better." “Is there any essential difference?” "No difference."
After Avia finished speaking, Typhon did not continue to ask questions and remained strangely silent. "Ah, speaking of which, Zagreus swallowed up the fragments of you that were scattered on the ground when Zeus was seriously injured. Do you need me to help you get them back?" Unlike Typhon's silence, Avia continued speaking. "What if I put——" "Lord Avia, if Lady Typhon... needs it, I, Zagreus, will return it to you." Before Typhon could finish his words, he was interrupted by a new voice. Then, a man with a face that looked like a mixture of Asian and Middle Eastern descent and brown skin appeared in front of the two. Zagreus, the first god of wine, made a contract with the Wandering Sea and was able to walk on the land where the Age of Gods passed away. "Forget it, there's no need for that." Typhon said lightly, then walked aside, as if he didn't want to continue talking. "Zagreaus, you're not in good condition... Are you injured that badly?" At this time, Avia frowned slightly. He could feel that Zagros's injury was exactly the same as that of Gemstone. "That person is indeed really amazing." Zagreus did not deny it and answered directly. He is in a very bad condition now. Ever since he was defeated by Kiara that day, he felt that he was in a state of continuous burning of his essence. It would be best for him to return to the Five Gates of the Wandering Sea to recuperate, but he was worried about the faint aura of Typhon that had permeated the world since he did not know when. After all, Typhon is the enemy of the Greek pantheon and a natural disaster that could potentially destroy humanity, which makes him worried. So after waiting for so long, Zagros, who finally got the information about Typhon, visited the human named Avia. At first, he was surprised that there were humans who dared to get along with the Dead Apostles. Then, he was almost scared when he saw the unknown white-haired girl... Isn't this the aura of Cefalu! ? This guy is resurrected again? But this feeling of fear was slightly relieved when he saw Sinfitli. Although Zagreus did not know this Nordic hero, from his aura which was equivalent to that of the king of gods Zeus, he could not help but think that the great god Odin from a foreign land might have already made some preparations. Then when I got here, I saw that Typhon, the ancestor of all demons, actually appeared in human form, and in the form of a young girl... Zagreus truly admired this Avia, not to mention that he also had the aura of the Greek gods he was familiar with, as well as the aura of many foreign Nordic gods that were similar to Sinfitli's aura. "Let's put this matter aside for now. What do you want to do this time?" Seeing Avia shrug, Zagreus continued: "The reason I came here this time is actually very simple, because I sensed a breath that shouldn't exist in this world..." "Yeah." Although Zagros did not say it explicitly, the silver-haired young man knew that he was talking about Typhon.
"It's a smell that I both miss and fear. I can feel the pure anger that wells up from deeper than my lungs. The lava that failed to fulfill its wishes can only roar... Originally, I thought that I would only be responsible for what I promised in disputes between people, but for this disaster created by our pantheon, we must solve it at all costs and not let it harm humans." Then, as if he was quite happy, judging by the unexpectedness, Prince Hades smiled with his white teeth and said sincerely: "But now it seems that it is no longer necessary. My Lord, you have already done what I have not been able to do... Then, I should go back. I wish you all the best." "In that case, let's meet again someday, Zagreus." In response, Avia did not try to persuade him to stay, but just watched the Greek god leave. At this moment he glanced at Typhon who had run aside. The red-haired girl seemed to be venting her anger. She stomped on the shadow of the big tree and then squeezed the shadow with her hands as if she was going to strangle it. "Is this fun?" ".....If I give up some of the parts that make me who I am, do you think that's okay, Avia?" "You, are you worried about me? But I've said it many times--" The silver-haired young man looked at the red-haired girl who had been with him for several years with the same nonchalant expression as when they first met. "You are free, Typhon Ephromelos." "Are you making a wish? But the wish you make to me can only be the first one, so I can't become unfree without my consent now." Typhon said with a serious expression. "Of course not. I promised you that a long time ago. You wouldn't have forgotten that." "Oh...what do you care? You're so annoying! I hate people who are always fussy about things! Especially you, Avia!" She waved her hands wildly and Avia grabbed her head. Due to the height difference between the two, Typhon's fist could basically not reach Avia at all, and neither of them used magic. Meli, who was observing everything in the Rhine Gold, supported her head and showed an interesting expression when she saw this scene. 159: The Last Romans (2k5) The next day, many legions led by the Roman Guards finally arrived in Orleans. After a short rest, near dusk, the sound transmitted through magic resounded on the battlefield of Orleans. "——I am Aetius, and I hereby declare the battle to begin." "Attention all legions. I repeat, the battle will begin now." Originally, Orleans was strategically located, with tall and strong walls, easy to defend but difficult to attack. Aetius should have just defended it and should not have gone out of the city to fight a field battle with the Huns... But as Aetius who knew the world of magic, he understood that the Huns were able to defeat the three empires under the two Romes. The Orleans region was not a natural barrier that was difficult for human beings to cross like the Caucasus or the Alps. According to the known information, Avia and Attila definitely had the assistance of the Magic Association, Fantasy Species, and... suspected Dead Apostles. So, this made Aetius determined— "Target: the Hun Empire." "To the north, the Sixth Roman Legion and the Praetorian Guard."
"To the east, the Anthem Alliance Army." "To the south, the Agent Legion." "To the west, the United Knights." "Notify all legions to begin marching immediately." At the same time, as the Roman army set out, Avia, located on a high hill, stood in the faint afterglow and witnessed it all.