Chapter 1038
Holy Right: A Multiverse Occultist Chapter 1038
Although that expressionless, but stunning face has 173 similarities with the former giant Sephalu.
At this time, the King of the Huns was holding the sword of the war god. This sword is very different from the weapons of this era. The overall shape is also like a high-tech mechanical product.
Because this is War God Ares, that is, a part of the body of War God Mars.
Roy came to this era when Athena slaughtered Sephardi 13,000 years ago.
As Demon God, he exists in the past, in the present, and in the future. Can appear at any time, anywhere.
"Then I, who is called the whip of God, is indeed your weapon."
The girl's words were firm, There is no confusion or anger, just telling a simple fact.
Her voice was quite calm, and she couldn't feel any emotions, as if she couldn't think and just lived by instinct.
"Why, aren't you happy about being a weapon in my hands for such a mission?"
Roy Looking at the girl in front of her with a smile, she asked softly.
"Unhappy? No, I'm not unhappy, I rarely have such emotions, or it's good, because apart from wars and battles, There will be no other."
"...Although I don't like fighting very much, but if this is my mission and necessity, I will also It's done."
Attila said the last sentence quietly, but that didn't hide Roy's ears.
Is this Xiongnu king really unfeeling? No, it's just because her feelings are hidden in a deeper place. When the white giant Sephalu has self-awareness, Attila, who is a part of her, already has feelings.
But she's like a toddler, learning how to express feelings that could take her life.
"Attila, come here!"
Roy waved at her.
This great king, who was widely known in Europa, was terrified by the Western Roman Empire, and was terrified by the Gauls, put down the sword of the war god that never left him, and slowed down. He walked slowly to Roy, then fell to his knees.
If anyone outside sees this scene, they will definitely feel that they are dreaming.
The king of the Huns, who killed so many people because of fear and fear, can only be described by words like 'God's whip'. He leaned his head into the arms of the man in front of him.
This king is too powerful, so powerful that he overwhelms the entire Europa. In order to escape this reality, people call it the whip of God, which means she is God The calamity that came down to punish the world.
But that's killing people like scything flax, the king who never gets lost on the battlefield and never hesitates, just like a little girl with his eyes closed.
In this brief moment, Attila felt very relaxed, as if she was back in the arms of her mother, back in the arms of her father, she was rarely able to feel at ease when this emotion.
She trusts Roy very much, not only because Roy is the first person she saw when she opened her eyes when she was born, but also because Roy has been with her for a long time , like the spiritual pillar, is the most important person in life.
Roy's hand caressed Altera's silky white hair like he was holding a cute pet.
"Attila... Attila... why are you called Attila?"
Roy His fingers fell on the girl's forehead, on the bridge of her nose, on her red lips, as if measuring her beauty.
"Because the name...is cute and sounds like a girl."
"...I don't like it People call me Attila, but they all call me that, and I know it means 'father and leader', but I don't like that pronunciation."
Atty Ra suddenly turned his head and became hesitant to speak, as if he was shy.
"Attila, this name is really cute, just like you."
Roy gently With a smile, he grabbed the Hun King's chin with his hand and pulled it over, letting the girl's indifferent red pupils look at him.
"Cute? No one ever told me I was cute...but I like it because I like cute things."
"...My Lord, the Lord I love, I will destroy the Roman Empire for you. They hate it and have been resisting, but I will definitely be able to do it."
"Rome is a bad civilization, they must be destroyed!"
There is no confusion in the girl's tone. The words are so certain that even if it is the empire of that thousand years, she is confident to destroy it.
She is the king of the Huns, the king of destruction, and the whip in the hands of God, who will surely make the fallen man punished by the Lord.
"I was approached by a woman named Cline Sheed of Burgundy Princess."
As usual, Attila told Roy everything she had encountered in a calm tone, and shared everything with him.
"And then what?"
Roy just smiled and asked Attila.
"She said her husband Siegfried was killed by the Queen of Iceland and her brothers, and she wanted to use my power to avenge his husband at the cost of Her body and the entire Burgundy kingdom."
Attila spoke in an emotionless tone of such a major event that would make a sensation in the outside world.
"Did you promise her?"
Roy asked again.
"I didn't promise her, I just came to ask you, whether it is thinking or feeling, I have already given you such a thing, I will only kill, as long as you follow your instructions. Asking, killing like a machine is enough, I am such an existence."
Attila said something that would be pitiful in the eyes of others, but Attila said Ra himself didn't think there was anything wrong with this, but thought it was right.
"If that's the case, then agree to Clint Sheed's request, marry her, and in this name, kill the king of Burgundy, and take that The kingdom is brought under your command."
Roy is like a military advisor, giving advice to the great king of the Huns, no matter how much killing karma it will bring.
Attila silently nodded, without any refutation to Roy's suggestion.
"But I'm a woman, and Clinehead is also a woman. We can't get married, but you're a man. Do you want me to give Clinehead to you."
Attila asked in a serious tone.
Roy heard this and laughed, "...I'm not interested in Ziegfried's wife, I'm only interested in you, lovely Atila."
"Are you interested in me as a woman?"
Attila doesn't feel ashamed about such a question, blunt asked out.
Chapter 35: Rome is a Bad Civilization
Seeing Attila's blunt question, Roy was stunned for a moment, and then said bluntly: "… ...I do have some interest in you as a woman."
Attila heard this silently nodded, and then her fingers landed on her own without the slightest hesitation At the waist, gently pull the thin belt.
Immediately, a long gown fluttered to the ground, revealing her sturdy body.
Only Attila's long silver hair, wearing a white gauze like a wedding dress, was stubbornly tied to her hair, which made her The great king of the Huns looked like a bride in a church.
As the king of destruction and the destroyer of civilization, her lovable body is as strong as a cheetah, and her brown skin gives her a beauty that is different from other women, sassy and heroic thrive.