Attila Joins the Battlefield!

Nero's kiss, like the woman herself, was filled with fiery passion and was a manifestation of the emotions she had accumulated over two thousand years.

This feeling was something that Luo Rovi found hard to refuse.

He was never the kind of person to shrink back, and he would never shy away from his emotions—in any case, Nero was someone he had personally mentored.

In fact, Nero wouldn't allow him to refuse.

The 'imperial power' of the Emperor of Rome had long been displayed to its fullest extent.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, burning and pressed together.

Their soft bodies intertwined delicately.

Beneath the stage, obscured by curtains, only two blurry shadows could be vaguely seen.

Atalanta suddenly came to her senses.

She swiftly nocked an arrow and aimed it at the stage hidden beneath the shadows in the darkened theater.

" —Rovi is my prey!"

The Maiden Hunter's yellow-green beast eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

She gritted her teeth, revealing a pair of sharp, animal-like fangs.

"Don't waste your energy. This place is not something you or I can break through." Artoria, on the contrary, appeared extremely calm.

She stopped Atalanta: "This is the power of 'Ming'!"

Rome, which once shrouded the Western world in Present Moment, is now the true origin of Western civilization.

Even though Rome inherited so much from Greece.

But on the tree of ' Human Order ' that sprouted from the Sea of Stars, Greece was far below Rome.

Whether as a form of art or as the origin of art.

Even Greece is not as good.

Not to mention the Kingdom of Camelot, which originated from Rome.

Therefore, when the ritual unfolds within the Reality Marble, neither Artoria nor Atalanta can do anything about it.

All I could do was watch the two shadowy figures, vaguely visible on the stage, entangled...

Rovi's 'first time'...

"Don't worry, someone's dealing with her!"

Artoria smiled.

Yes, someone can deal with her, with that Emperor of Rome.

The King of Knights could sense the approaching figure and knew that the person was already close at this moment.

And then, he swung his sword!

Atalanta suddenly raised her head and looked upwards.

Above the dimly lit Roman theater and the Reality Marble erected by the Roman Emperor, the sound of wind suddenly appeared.

A whooshing, surging wind—a wind that shouldn't exist in this enclosed space—came from the outside!

Click, click, click.

After the wind, there was a sound of shattering.

Like a mirror shattering, wisps of light emerge from within, followed by a sharp edge.

It is a sword.

The three intertwined sword lights crashed down, slashing sharply towards the stage hidden behind the curtain.

"Who is that!?"

"Attila, the conqueror who destroyed the Roman Empire!"

The Scourge of God, which destroyed Roman civilization, is undoubtedly the only entity capable of dealing with Nero, whose Reality Marble was formed by Roman civilization.

Restraint over 'brightness'.

A special attack on 'Rome'!

The two people entwined behind the curtain suddenly stopped, Nero, who was twisting her delicate body, abruptly separated from Rovi and raised her head.

The thread broke, Rovi let out a sigh of relief.

I don't know whether to feel fortunate or regretful.

"Hmm? Someone's bothering us? But it's alright—"

"Player, you will always belong to me!"

Nero smiled charmingly.

The next instant.

Her fair body was once again draped in a long red rose-like dress.

A sword suddenly appeared in her hand.

A fiery red sword.

Its name is ' Primordial Fire '.

The sword of the Roman Emperor, forged from the concept of the "self" passed down to Rome by Rovi from the "Lord" at the beginning of the Beginning of the Common Era!

It was at that very moment.

The curtain shattered, and the glint of swords peered out from the outside.

Swords clashed instantly, the red light of the Sword of the God of War, intertwined with three colors, engulfing the surroundings, and collided with the Primordial Fire, which shone with a burning flame-like light.

The instantaneous collision and the resulting wind pressure tore the curtains on all four sides of the stage apart, and the light and shadow revealed once again illuminated the stage.

"It's at this moment—"

Artoria moved her feet and charged forward.

They rushed towards Rovi's direction.

"Don't even think about it!" Atalanta plucked the bowstring, and the arrow flashed brilliantly, blocking Artoria's path forward.

The previous 'harmony' was only based on the premise that Rovi was taken away.

Atalanta and this post-war King of Knights were always enemies and rivals!

However, theoretically speaking, although Atalanta was a renowned hunter in Greek Mythology, she could not possibly be a match for the King of Knights, the successor to the Wild Hunt, Artoria Pendragon.

At his peak, the King of Knights was no less powerful than the Area Lord God.

Atalanta has the strongest support.

Artemis, the moon goddess.

The moon rises from the arrow, and as the moon rises... power surges!

On the other side, a red skirt swayed, and Nero gazed at the figure of the attacker, a smile on her face.

"It's you—"

"What? Do you also want to compete with me for the role of my musician?"

With her bare, tanned skin, a white veil on her head, and flowing, pale short hair, the athletic girl's eyes were sharp and cold. Attila, appearing in the posture of a 'warrior,' resembled the Hunnic leader who had once destroyed countless Europa civilizations.

To fight, and to fight for the sake of fighting.

In her eyes, there was only defeating her opponent and achieving her goal of 'conquest'!

"You who will destroy Rome, I have known all along, and I will fight you."

Although the other party was the one who destroyed Rome, Nero did not appear particularly angry or resentful; on the contrary, he seemed quite mild-mannered.

Rome will surely be destroyed.

Empires cannot last forever.

Only the flame of light can endure—Rome during Attila's time was already weak and decaying.

The girl wielding the Sword of the God of War may seem to be destroying, but in reality she is merely setting a fire on Rome with a flick of her sleeve.

Let the flames of the fire blaze once more.

Therefore, she was not an enemy of Rome.

On the contrary, it is a crucial nexus for the continuation of the Roman spirit.

Dang.

Not an enemy of Rome, but Nero's enemy at this moment.

"Only the player, I cannot give up to you!"

Slowly gripping the Primordial Fire, the emperor's sword, which resembled flames, he raised it slightly, and Nero's smile grew even more radiant.

Attila remained silent, only gripping the Sword of the God of War tightly in her hand.

She looked past Nero was standing in front of her.

He looked at Rovi behind Nero.

Their eyes met.

Rovi froze, but still stared intently at Attila.

Regarding the appearance of Attila.

Rovi was not surprised, and at the same time, he was somewhat pleased.

Attila was different from the others.

Sefar, the Harvest Star Vanguard, is his true enemy, a formidable foe with whom he has engaged in a true life-or-death struggle on the lunar surface!

Luo Rovi had clearly observed the memories of the planet and Human Order that Gaia and Alaya had given him.

Although Attila, the King of the Huns, developed some longing for 'God' in his later years, he was always hostile to himself and to ' Rovi ', who stood in this place.

However, looking at Attila's eyes now, something seemed off.

It seems to be more than just hostility?

"Bad civilization—" A clear, crisp voice rang in her ears, similar to, yet different from, the sound that echoed on the moon's surface.

The Attila before my eyes is different from the pure Harvest Star Vanguard and civilization-destroying giant.

She had long since become a 'person'.

At that moment, as the sound rang in Rovi's's ears, light and shadow gradually spread before his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, we entered another world.

Another interface.

This is the 'consciousness' space.

It was taken away by Rovi in reverse. The self-machine called ' Harvest Star Vanguard 'Attila appeared and unfolded in the Mental Domain world.

Because it was a spiritual phenomenon, neither Nero, nor Artoria, nor Atalanta were aware of it.

Because it is a self-contained machine of the Harvest Star Vanguard, only Attila can control it.

At this moment, when Rovi looked at the theater, what he saw was even more desolate and pale, with almost nothing at all.

In his line of sight, there was only one figure facing him.

"Sefar ..."

Rovi's face appeared solemn, but in reality, he was overjoyed.

Yes, that's right, that's exactly it.

If the Mental Domain kills me, I will also die in the mortal world.

With his robes billowing, Rovi slowly raised his hand.

However, Attila suddenly stopped in her tracks and did not move forward. Her tanned, muscular body stood on the ground, and her crimson-gold eyes reflected the figure of Rovi's.

She didn't make a move, she just said, "Attila."

"What--?"

"My current name is Attila." Attila said seriously, "Not Sefar."

Rovi choked up, and after a long while, he finally spoke, "That's not the point..."

"No, that's the key point."

"People change. I am different now than I was before." Attila's delicate and pretty face remained serious and unwavering.

But you're not human... Rovi wanted to say that, but then stopped.

He seemed to have thought of something.

He smiled and said, "Indeed, people change."

"But your stance won't... You want to take away your 'Self-Machine', right? Sefar is always your origin. If you can't get back Sefar's Self-Machine... you will never gain true freedom and will never be able to complete your mission as Harvest Star Vanguard."

"Even if I die, you will die."

"That...it doesn't matter." Attila said indifferently as she slowly raised the Sword of the God of War in her hand.

"You are 'Lord'... right?"

"I am, but I am not." Rovi shook his head. Since he knew that 'Late Night' Attila had a strange longing for 'the Lord', he certainly couldn't admit it directly.

But denial is useless, since it's something almost universally known, so the best approach is ambiguity.

"The true 'master' is the self within each person, and each person should be their own master. This is something I have been advocating for a long time."

No one can be someone else's master.

"The master you speak of should be yourself!"

"Yeah..."

"Yes."

"But I don't think so."

"?"

A question mark appeared on Rovi's's face, and then he saw Attila take a deep breath and slowly say, "Being your own master is a very difficult thing."

"I've met many people like this, a long time ago, well, probably hundreds of thousands of days and months ago?"

The girl leaned on her sword with one hand and gently counted on her fingers with the other, as if she was trying to calculate something but finally realized she didn't have enough fingers and had to give up.

It feels a bit silly...

"Fearless of death, challenging authority, fighting against many alone..." She raised her head, her crimson-gold eyes filled with a look of reminiscence.

A low, murmuring voice rang out, "I've met so many people like this."

I asked them, "Aren't you afraid?"

"They said they were afraid, but someone had taught them to be their own masters, so they conquered their fear by being their own 'masters' and gained the courage to draw their swords and their true selves."

"I don't really understand."

"Even after they arrived, they inexplicably created a lot of strange things, and I still don't quite understand why they were able to do that."

"But now, I understand."

"Being your own master sounds simple, but the simpler something is, the more difficult it is."

"Only when you have inner support and a sense of 'humanity' can you truly achieve this."

"Being your own master requires the support of others in making decisions."

The heart of Sefar is the machine of the 'self'.

So to some extent, Attila's heart was with Rovi, which is why, at night, she inexplicably longed for the "Lord" and for Rovi to leave his shadow in Rome.

"Someone once told me that people can change, and an enemy is not necessarily an enemy forever."

"But even after seeing you, I still consider us enemies."

"But I won't kill you."

"I've decided... to imprison you within my heart!"

Attila gripped her sword and raised it.

She didn't give Rovi a chance to speak; those low murmurs were less directed at Rovi and more directed at herself.

She fears that if she regains her sense of self, she will become the giant she once was, one who can only exist by destroying civilization.

But they had no choice but to take it back.

But at this moment.

In the past it was Attila, now it is Sefar, and the most perfect way has been found.

That is to take away the self-mechanism, along with Rovi!

She placed her heart in his.

Put him by your side!

In a pale, desolate world, only the destruction of the soul can give rise to a flower called life.

"You can't escape."

"For you, you've always been in my heart!"

"Rovi— "

The mental world instantly contracted, and only a moment passed in the outside world. The primordial fire burst into flames, but then Attila before him vanished.

Along with Luo Rovi behind him.

Attila reclaimed her 'Self-Machine'.

Along with Rovi...

Nero was stunned.

Artoria and Atalanta also stopped at the same time.

The phrase "[The song of the young girl and the glorious imperial rule]" has disappeared.

On the banks of the Sue-en River.

As night fell and dawn broke, a faint light appeared in the sky.

"Damn it, it's been taken away again!?" Atalanta gritted her teeth.

Artoria silently sheathed the Spear of Storms and looked at the Silent Rose Emperor, Nero Claudius.