Chaos Erupts! 2/4

"Your Majesty, why do you want to withdraw your troops?"

Amidst the sandstorm, an elderly shaman priest, leading a deer, caught up with Attila, crossed his arms in front of his chest in a gesture of respect, and asked with a furrowed brow.

The silver-haired girl turned to look at the Lone Mountain that had disappeared from sight, remained silent for a moment, and then gave a faint response.

"I can't beat the two of them combined. That man gives me a feeling of... danger!"

"The kids haven't lost yet! We can hold those two off for you!"

"You will all die..."

"You are the messenger of the Heavenly Emperor, and it is our honor to shed blood for you! Moreover, conquering this place, using it as a base, and advancing towards that place to lead our people to pursue the true path to heaven is the wish of all of us. Are you really going to give up because of this?"

"Only if you live can you go to the world of my dreams. We will have a chance. Let's go..."

Attila crossed the desolate wilderness and the Lone Mountain, gazing into the distance at the horizon, her eyes deep and far-reaching, as if reflecting the entire Milky Way of the vast universe.

"Laaaa!"

Just as the Xiongnu king was engrossed in watching, a high-pitched and resounding heavenly voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

Clang...

The seven-colored greatsword fell, and Attila clutched her head, her face contorted in pain.

"Quickly! The king's illness has flared up again, bring the medicine!"

Upon seeing this, the shaman's expression changed drastically, and he immediately roared towards the group.

A moment later, a young Shamanic Sorcerer Riding a warhorse hurriedly stepped forward, ran up, carefully opened the exquisite sandalwood box, and held it high.

Attila pounded her aching head with one hand, and with the other hand picked up a small, crystal-like, blue fragment with sparkling starlight from the groove in the velvet, stuffed it haphazardly into her mouth, and then took the water pouch handed to her by the old shaman, tilting her head back to drink it down.

As the star patterns on the Hun king's body flickered with light and shadow before finally falling silent, Attila a long sigh of relief and lay weakly on the wolf's back, her eyes slightly closed.

"I need to rest for a while. I'll leave the leadership to you."

With a low murmur, the shaman solemnly nodded in acceptance, turned and joined the ranks, healing the wounded and restraining the group.

Also, the girl's scent felt familiar, like...

As the two figures disappeared into the distance, Attila, lost in thought, opened her eyes, opened the sandalwood box, and gazed into it with a deep, melancholy look.

There aren't many left of the medicine-making spirits...

Meanwhile, jubilation erupted atop the Lone Mountain.

We're saved! We're saved!

The Celts, who had survived the calamity, cheered and worshipped the simple red dragon banner in the center with fervor. They knelt down and kissed the land, looking at the figure hanging in the sky with awe.

However, as the savior descended gracefully, he ignored the numerous fervent shouts and worships, and went straight to the Romans's dilapidated chariot, gently tapping the wooden planks in a soft voice.

"It's alright, come out now."

After a rustling sound, a small girl with a single, sticking-out ahoge on her head, her bright golden hair tied at the back of her head, and a height no greater than a cartwheel, emerged. The fingers holding the bronze dagger were slightly clenched because she was gripping it too tightly.

"You're the one who lit the Olympus Sacred Flame?"

Samael pulled the torch decorated with thunder and cloud patterns from the front of the carriage, examined it for a few moments, and then frowned and asked a question.

"Waaah... Why did you take so long to come! I thought... I thought..."

Upon hearing this, the little girl, whose face was tense and body was trembling uncontrollably, burst into tears and immediately threw herself into the man's arms, sobbing and weakly pounding his chest.

Brunhilde, who was accompanying them, turned pale and was about to lift the little brat clinging to her servant's arms when Samael shook his head and stopped him.

It seems that it was not the Greeks who sought help, but the Romans. They actually brought the Holy Flame of Olympus to this unfamiliar land, which is truly unexpected.

Moreover, it's a bit of a waste that such a precious spark is being held in the hands of a little girl.

Having lived in Northern Europe for a long time and not being very familiar with Greek and Roman forms, Samael muttered to himself, feeling utterly bewildered.

However, compared to the people in front of him, he preferred the Hunnic king named Attila and her wolf riders.

It's... Velber's presence again! He's like a persistent ghost!

Samael looked in the direction the wolf riders had gone, his brow furrowed, and a hint of worry flickered in his eyes.

Now, even the human forms of the Star-Seeded Soldier have appeared, making the situation more complicated than he had imagined.

Forget it, let's focus on the present.

Regardless of who ignited the Holy Flame, since we've encountered each other, given our shared history of fighting against the Star-Seeded Soldier in the Peloponnese Peninsula, it's only right that we lend a hand.

But now that the problem has been solved, it's time to consider leaving.

The ancient snake narrowed its eyes slightly. As the crying child in its arms was soothed, it withdrew its fingers from patting the blonde girl's back, intending to leave.

"I am Nero Claudius, the rightful heir of the Claudius family, a great Roman clan. Thank you for saving me!"

"Queen Boudica of Lower Britain, thank you for your mercy and rescue."

However, as the two sides introduced themselves, Samael abruptly stopped in his tracks, stiffly turned his head, and looked back and forth between the faces of a flat-chested loli and a red-haired Queen with a strange expression.

The Roman Tyrant Nero... the Celtic Queen Boudica... how did these two people, who would have been mortal enemies, end up together and even joined forces to fight against the Huns wolf cavalry?

Just as Samael was feeling conflicted, dust rose from the distant Lone Mountain, and rhythmic tremors came from the ground, with tiny pebbles bobbing up slightly.

Have the Huns returned?

No! It's the flag of Rome!

The people who saw the Gáe Dearg rose banner had different expressions. The blonde girl bit her lower lip tightly, grabbed Samael's clothes, and looked pale.

"Take me with you! As long as you can escort me safely back to the City of Seven Hills, I will share everything I have with you!"

At this moment, Queen Boudica also realized what was happening and noticed the doubt on the "Divine Envoy's " face. She stepped forward and whispered a reminder.

"It's the Roman Seventh Legion! They've only just arrived; I'm afraid someone here doesn't intend for this child to live!"

Immediately, the red-haired Queen's eyes flickered, and she solemnly replied.

"You can go to our tribe; they have techniques and hiding places to evade the Romans!"

The Huns, the Celts, the great Roman clans, internal strife from the City of Seven Hills...

The water here was deeper than he had imagined.

Samael pondered for a moment, glanced at the little girl trembling in his arms, then turned his gaze to Queen Boudica, who was looking at him eagerly. After a slight hesitation, he slowly nodded.

Immediately, the elated Celts swiftly cleaned up the battlefield, stripping the Huns of Huns armor, taking their money, food, and water, and carrying away the wounded who could still be treated before decisively withdrawing.

Seemingly due to a complex mix of emotions stemming from fighting side by side, none of the thirty-odd Roman Soldier on the hill behind the hill made any rash moves.

As the group gradually withdrew from the Lone Mountain, Samael drew Runic Glyphs Flame Manipulation with his fingers, burning the corpses on the mountain.

The remaining soldiers, supporting each other, gradually faded into the distance amidst the blazing flames.