Chapter 64

Sinfjötli 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 a catalyst to settle down in the material world. In the Magecraft World's terms, it was a high-dimensional life form whose soul had been materialized.

In other words, the body formed from the Soul Materialization 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 Divinity thing, the true enemy of Magecraft. It is a life from the extinct Age of Gods, a phantom beast with the original bloodline of Werewolf, surpassing magical beasts... Even so, it is no match for a savage.

While Sinfjötli'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 Gorynych in terms of combat power.

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

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

"That's right, Your Excellency Avia." The Werewolf smiled again. "I am already aware of the dangers the Great God spoke of, so I cannot stand idly by."

In fact, for some unknown reason, the eyes of the now Werewolf Sinfjötli are considered to be extremely advanced Norse Mystic Eyes.

At that moment, in his line of sight, a red-haired girl sat on Avia's shoulder with great interest, looking around. In addition, Sinfjötli also saw a White-Haired Goddess 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 Sinfjötli's imagination of Fairy.

But Sinfjötli 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 or a hero from the foreign land of Greece, such scenes are very normal and common.

With very few exceptions.

Without further thought, Sinfjötli continued:

"Please let me join you, for the sake of the world, to resolve the calamity the Great God spoke of. The Werewolf deep in Norse are also willing to join me; they will arrive soon."

As Werewolf whose essence is the great hero Sinfjötli, the Werewolf Tribe naturally knelt down the moment they sensed his aura. The weak obeying the strong is an innate instinct among the Werewolf of the Phantasmal Species.

"Alright, then let's overcome the disaster the great god spoke of together, Sinfjötli."

Avia smiled gently, matching the atmosphere, and looked up at the Werewolf, who was a head taller than her, with her azure eyes.

"Whether it's an ancient fear or Planet 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 already had a list of titles for herself. She currently had Typhon the Primordial Dragon, Gorynych the Three-Headed Dragon, the Princess of the Dead Apostle and two great knights, the Golden Wolf with Star Tentacles, the Werewolf Sinfjötli, Beowulf the King of Norse, Attila the Giant God- Head Body, the Grand Sorcerer... It could be said that she had brought in most of the organization's figures except for the Church.

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

129: The "Mad" Savior

The central city of the Bagaudae Revolt 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 Goddess man with bright brown skin stood out above the city. His name was Zagreus, a god who had fallen from the texture to the mortal world. He was made in pact with the Hidden Divine Principle of the Wandering Sea and was summoned by Kiz, who was involved in the project of the Undersea Alexandria Library.

Zagreus, the Prince of the Underworld, was the precursor to the Greece 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 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 Japan, the leader of Kunitsukami, a hybrid of dragon and bull, and the Okuninushi.

It was only through the secret assistance of these two gods that the elite Imperial Guard of the Western Rome was unable to end the "Bagaudae Revolt".

But today, something has arrived.

Prince of the Underworld 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 Greece 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 Heracles was able to be transformed by the Black Mud into a Revenge form was because the difference in values between the Greek God 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 and stupid! It is precisely because of the desire for redemption that we feel the inevitable end with even greater 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 would exist until the world's Judgment —the true human being.

The woman's words contained no sarcasm or malice, but were filled with 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, tilting 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 Od rapidly filled the area, accompanied by a strangely familiar 'madness'.

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

As Greek God, Zagreus naturally knew what lay beneath the surface of the Od of the Kihara. 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, wandering on Mount Olympus, without Flesh or a true form made of steel, a program that swayed in the ocean of information with only knowledge and Wisdom, identified as Ate.

Ate, a Wisdom 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 Ate was unnecessary, 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 Ate.

But in reality, "stupidity," "madness," and "destruction" are actually created by humanity itself. The Goddess Ate could not influence them; instead, she took the blame for a lot of things.

Ate 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 Ate's influence, their inner world already contained both honor and destruction. Therefore, in Ate's view, humanity would become a complete being.

Because of Ate'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.

Ate, without a physical form, 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 "Folly," a separate individual unlike Ate. In the year 400 AD, this individual was named—

Francesca.

"Once again after a century."

Kihara spoke quietly.

"The Prince of the Underworld of Greece, the Ōkuninushi in the Far East, is roughly on par with the Grand Sorcerer and the Moon King in that encounter, so--"

Like silver specks of light from the ocean bursting forth with terrifying Od, instantly manifesting behind them as if infinite 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 of the Underworld even glimpsed stars through the cracks.

The Ether Cannon's Od 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 mythology.

What followed was a colossal phantom of the moon, a substance composed of 'Faith', which tore everything apart and triggered the collapse.

Mysterious strength and endurance are meaningless before this Holy Scripture, like the final act of an aging, colossal Star, devouring not only the surrounding air but also a portion of the world; the nothingness continues to expand—

Soon after, everything here returned to its original state.

All that remained was everything razed to the ground.

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

A day later, the "Bagaudae Revolt," which had lasted for a year in the Western Rome, was suppressed.

That's what the Holy 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 Giant God's Faint Hope

After Attila returned, with his own strength and that of his tribe, he transformed the originally loose Hunnic Tribe 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 Ocean coast in the west; from the Danube River in the south to the Baltic Sea in the north, making God.

Its territory stretched from the Central Asia steppes to what is now Fran Del, from the Danube Valley to the Baltic Sea coast, encompassing most of present-day Germany, Central Europe, the Baal, and Ukraine. It bordered the Western Roman Western Roman Empire to the South 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, 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 Western Rome of today is not the loosely organized, fragmented empire of the past, where the Huns could demand money for common peace when they were unhappy. Now, it is a genuinely powerful and militarily vigorous empire.

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

However, compared to the Western Rome, which was primarily governed by the Church, the Eastern Rome Roman Empire was more about negotiation. In any case, it was fortunate that a few Cardinal remained in the Eastern Rome to maintain order during the schism; otherwise, if the Church had directly declared the Eastern Rome Heresy, it would likely have caused more trouble. Spiritual power is always much stronger than Flesh power.

Therefore, with the support of the immense Faith, even the Eastern Rome Imperial Family, whose power was primarily monarchical, had to yield to the Church in various important Ritual.

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. However, nomadic tribes themselves lacked effective management structures, so the empires they established were destined to be short-lived.

Within the Huns 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 Steppe, a training ground within the King of the Huns' Royal Court.

The place contains wooden mannequins and lightweight Magecraft and Cursecraft aids, suggesting it was a frequent training ground for the Huns.

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

The White-Haired Goddess girl gently closed her eyes, stroking the Photon Ray, which reflected sunlight and shimmered with Rainbow- colored light; the white patterns on its body emitted a faint glow.

Sizzle--

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, feeling somewhat frustrated, realizing that he had been in poor condition for some time now, if not all day.

To the average person, one could undoubtedly sense an extraordinary talent from that single sword strike, a talent 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 Flesh would easily see through it and would not ignore that detail.

There were some flaws in that sword strike, but since your physical condition is good, the problem likely lies in your mental state.

Attila thought that it was most likely that Avia who was disturbing his peace of 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 Photon Ray into the ground, her White-Haired Goddess swaying as she did so, then quietly closed her eyes in thought.

Originally, he should have just focused on wielding the sword, 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 compiles Book 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 Head Body of the Giant God that was perplexed; even the Giant God's physical body, currently sealed on the moon in isolated, unknown darkness, dreaming and observing from a Synchronization perspective, was also perplexed, not only about this emotion, but also about the "meaning" of its purpose.

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

Sefar's operating principle was destruction for the sake of destruction. His actions were devoid of malice, profit-seeking, and emotion, and were no different from natural disasters.

Unlike Sefar, 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 the Harvest Star Vanguard quickly realized the true nature of the matter.

He is essentially "nothing but destruction," and therefore wants to "keep watching the earth," to "shyly nestle in the arms of humankind," and to "leave behind a meaning for existence," just like Attila galloping across the Nami grasslands at this very moment.

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

The Harvest Star Vanguard couldn't help but feel confused, but he also accepted his new self, and felt an indescribable joy in his heart.