Capítulo 38: Chapter 38 Attila’s Wish
Sierre was a little mildly nervous at the moment.
Of course, the situation at hand did not allow her to not be nervous.
At this moment, standing in front of her was a young woman.
It was the existence named Narubarek.
She had narrow eyes and long hair, her left eye was a deep blue color and her right eye was completely covered by her hair.
From the looks of it, it was a rather young woman with a languid yet alluring aura.
The corners of her mouth also seemed to reveal a smile if anything.
The expression was gentle.
But for a moment, Hiehl only felt cold hands and feet.
---- Of course, that was by no means an emotion of fear.
After that incident, Sieur had lost the emotion of "fear" for a long time.
He is an immortal body of the Law of Karma level.
After experiencing dark, horrible and inhumane experiments and tests, he was almost numb to pain.
In fact, even a terrifying existence of Narbareck's level was hardly a threat to Hierarch anymore.
To say that the truth is what ...
Then I'm afraid it's purely a matter of discomfort!
For this Nalubarek's Burial Organs Unifier in front of him, Hierarch felt an unparalleled sense of "rejection" from within his heart.
From the bottom of his heart, Sieur thought that this "strange feeling" of being out of place with the surroundings was the very essence of Narbareck's terrible nature.
"----"
At this time, Narbareck slowly put down the phone in his hand and smiled, "I really didn't expect that the arrogant Bartholomew would also use something like a cell phone, haha!"It was as if she was more interested in the fact that Loreleia would use a cell phone than what she was talking about with her.
"----"
"Chief, is something happening?"
Seeing that Narbareck ended the call, Hiele immediately stopped her rambling and inquired curiously with a respectful tone and accent.
"It's a very interesting thing oh."
Narbareck first narrowed his eyes, then said so with a bad smile.
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For Attila, life was a never-ending process of destroying all civilization in front of her and dying of exhaustion.
Because of her horrible fighting style, she was called "God's Punishment" and "God's Whip" by people all over Europe at that time, and the name "Attila", which was the object of fear and terror, has been remembered until modern times.The name of "Attila" has been remembered until recent times, and is still remembered in modern times.
She lived her life in the midst of battles, and was truly the embodiment of destruction.
Following the instructions of Mars (Ares), the god of armies in which she believed, she destroyed all civilizations before her.
To wreak havoc, to ravage, to invade.
A fighting machine that mercilessly harvests the countless lives that stand before her, she was raised with that kind of purpose-
From the time she came out of the cave, from the time she had memories, Attila had seen nothing but bad civilizations, the wreckage of buildings, the ruins of cities, the scattered flesh and blood, the cries of human grief, and the unique sweet scent of battlefield smoke and blood that filled the air for a long time.
She was made for battle, that's what the Hun elders said.
Without a father or a mother, she was a "discovered" special existence of the Huns as a descendant of the Huns.
Indeed, neither memories of a father nor a mother existed for her.
Neither family nor friends.
The only thing that existed in the world was the enemy to be fought.
Just like the tattoo of battle engraved on her flesh from the "very beginning", she just fought. That was both her nature and her duty, and she never had any doubt that she was destined to properly utilize her abilities.
Taking on the form of destruction itself, she continued to fight as a Hun and as the King of Storms that a non-Hun could be at the same time.
Even the sense of "leading the Hun army" was very low, and she was just concentrating on wielding her blade.
In the end, she didn't even realize the fact that the Hun's territory had expanded to an unmanageable extent, and she just wielded her sword, and continued to kill, even at the moment of death.... Even when she bled out and collapsed, she was still thinking about how she was going to fight afterward.
The time, she is still thinking about how to capture Rome afterward.
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"What's up, Attila-san~"
Accompanied by a beautiful voice as if it was being sung, a young girl as pure white as a leprechaun bounced around and appeared in Attila's eyes.
"----"
"... Call me Altira!"
Attila looked at Sajyou manaka in silence for a while, and steeply said so.
Although it was the real name inscribed in the history books and the seat of the Spirit, Attila subconsciously disliked this name very much.
"Alas? Well then! I'll call you Altira Sauce from now on!"
Sajyou manaka sniffed while revealing a bright and pure smile while gently wagging her finger and said.
"----"
After a long time, Altira (Attila) didn't say anything, but only turned her head slightly in Mamoru Sakura's direction.
To be honest, although Altira was an unforgiving destroyer and annihilator of civilizations, she was very unexpectedly unable to raise any hostility at all towards the beautiful young girl in front of her at this moment.
Destroying civilization was originally Altira's instinctive behavior, not a goal or pursuit, just like eating, sleeping, and breathing, these are all things that are taken for granted for ordinary creatures, and Altira was not destroying civilization in order to pursue wealth or pleasure, she was only destroying simply for the sake of destruction.
The King of the Huns did not feel sadness or excitement at the color of blood on her hands, it made no difference to Altira whether she destroyed one or two cities.
She wouldn't care about these tiny differences in data.
Even when dealing with defenseless captives, Altira did not feel guilty, she was like a clockwork machine, like a program that worked according to a pre-set schedule of destroying civilization.
However, when faced with Sajyou manaka, the young girl who seemed like a killing machine, a faint and undetectable ripple slowly rose in her heart.
"Then, Altira-san, do you have any wishes?"
Sandbar Manaka looked at the still expressionless Altira and steeply said so.
"----"
[My wish?
Altira sniffed and murmured softly in a low voice, she couldn't help but begin to quietly inquire about her own heart.
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(End of this chapter)
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