She always felt very familiar with this man, as if she had met him once thousands of years ago.

Maybe he is God!

As for herself, she was only driven by him to punish the 'whip' of the arrogant Europa people, just like in the past, she was just a weapon.

Chapter Thirty-Three The Huns Who Loved God

More than 10,000 years ago, when the white giants ravaged the earth and destroyed civilization, almost all human beings were wiped out under the giant's iron hooves.

But until the giant was destroyed and fell on this land, there were very few humans who survived the biggest disaster in history.

Those rare human beings witnessed the most tragic war 10,000 years ago. They recorded this war of extinction of civilization in various ways, either by murals or by word of mouth, and passed it on to future generations. .

Thirteen thousand years later, the elders of a tribe in Asia called the Xiongnu stumbled upon the inheritance records left by ancient humans.

Together, they deciphered the pattern inlaid on the stone wall, and finally came to the European territory close to Greece, where they found the remains of the gods in a barren land.

That is, the last body left by the giant Sephalu.

After the elders of the Xiongnu excavated hard, they cut open the dead body of Sephalu, and dug out a beautiful girl.

It was a beautiful girl with a slender body and a thin appearance. She had brown healthy skin and looked like a cheetah.

Especially the beautiful face with white hair and red eyes is enough to cause any man to go crazy about her beauty.

That girl is like a rainbow, shining with a sublime brilliance that cannot be seen directly.

What was excavated together with the girl, and who was born with the girl, was a long sword as beautiful as a holy spar. part of his body.

Due to the strength of the Roman Empire, they usurped the Greek civilization and rewrote the Greek mythology into Roman mythology. Ares, the **** of war, is also known as Mars, the **** of war in Rome.

And the girl who was born with the sword of Mars is also considered to be loved by the **** of war.

But only a very small number of people who know the truth know that the girl is not so much loved by the **** of war as it is feared by the **** of war.

The newly-born Sephalu lost his memories of the past and completely forgot his origin and name.

The elders of the Xiongnu were happy for the girl they saw at the body of the god, named her "Attila", and accepted her into the Xiongnu family.

The girl hated this name very much, because the sound of this name was very unpleasant, and she hoped to have a more lovely name.

For example, 'Attila', this name sounds like a cute girl.

The white-haired and red-eyed girl always recites when no one is there. She is a born warrior, a proud warrior, and the greatest warrior of the Xiongnu.

In front of outsiders, she is always indifferent, expressionless, and intimidating, so she can't show her cute, not fierce look to others.

No, it can't be said that, in fact, she always shows that face in front of one person.

That was the first person she saw when she opened her eyes, not the elders of the Huns, but a young man in a white robe who looked peaceful and holy.

He also has beautiful white hair like himself, which made Attila almost like a duck when he opened his eyes, identifying him as his father.

But after a long period of contact, she decided that it was not her father, but an unknown existence that made her subconsciously familiar and a little scared.

That is the person who has accompanied the girl for the longest time in her life, or in other words, the person who has accompanied her throughout her life.

He would always stand behind Attila, as if the spirit behind her.

But the strange thing is that except Attila, no one else can see him, the elders of the tribe, and the enemies who are enemies of the tribe.

Attila has galloped on the battlefield countless times, facing thousands of troops and endless arrows.

That man also accompanies her on the battlefield. No matter how dangerous the situation is, whether it is a tragic victory or a brutal killing, that man will always accompany her by her side, regardless of the danger on the battlefield.

And the arrows on the battlefield really couldn't hurt a single hair of his.

Attila is empty and lonely. From the moment she was born, she always felt that there was an important thing missing in her life, and an instinct to destroy everything was driving her forward.

But gradually, with the passage of time, that sense of emptiness was satisfied, she still only killed and destroyed, but in this endless killing and destruction, she found that she had the most important thing——

That is to have a 'purpose'!

Attila is the patriarch of the Xiongnu. She constantly destroys for the prosperity of her clan. She kills everything and exterminates all living beings. At the same time, she also brings victory to her clan, making them more prosperous.

But this is only the superficial purpose of Attila, her real purpose is because the man who only sees her will always say to her:

".々...Go forward, Attila! Go west, you are the whip of the gods, you should wave thunder, carry rainbows to destroy all enemies and destroy all civilizations'."

"You are the king of destruction and the king of the Huns. At the same time, you are also my weapon and the punishment I bring to all the rotten people in the Western world!"

Using herself as a weapon is something that Attila doesn't hate, because she can only destroy, and she has nothing but destruction. As a weapon, she can show her talent, and as a weapon, she can live the meaning of life.

Yes, become that person's weapon, cut through thorns for him, and wipe out all the enemies.

From Russia to Eastern Europe, from the Western Roman Empire to Gaul, she will serve as a weapon, as a whip in the hand of God, to bring disaster to those who treacherous and those who do not believe.

He is the only one who can see him, he is his only support and the purpose of her life.

Destroy everything, invade everything, burn everything, and then you can please him and make him happy.

People need faith because of their spiritual emptiness, so Attila takes him as his faith and the only one in his life.

It is said that Attila the Huns was loved by Mars, the **** of war, because she was born with the sword of the **** of war.

But only Attila knows that Mars, the **** of war, doesn't love her, and she doesn't like Mars either. Maybe she can call herself God's people, and everything she gets is God's promised land.

Just as everyone called her 'The Whip of God', Attila liked that name.

"So, are you the God they say?"

In the huge military tent, Attila, who once again annihilated the enemy and destroyed civilization, asked the man in white robe sitting on the bed that should belong to her.

Chapter 34 The Song of the Nibelungs

The girl's expression was indifferent and empty, as if she couldn't laugh, she just stared at Roy sitting on her bed with those pair of eyes that could be described as cold or empty.

As the king of the Huns, as a king who only knows destruction and slaughter, and knows nothing but war and battle, Attila has no interest in enjoying.

Even at the most critical juncture of war, her subordinates will dedicate the most beautiful and beautiful things to her.

Just like the soft bed in this tent, it is said to be made of the fur of a certain fantasy species that is already dying out in this era.

The bedding was really soft, Attila was so sure, but it was only soft. Such extravagance and luxury would not corrode her firm, unshakable heart.

So Attila didn't care about Roy occupying her bed, and even if the man would lie down with her and hug her to sleep when she lay down to rest, she didn't care.

Although his embrace was indeed very warm, so warm that the cold-blooded warriors were nostalgic for it, but Attila was never confused, she believed in this.

"God? That's really a good title. Now, I can barely be called God."

Roy stared at the girl in front of her. She was wearing a long white dress like a wedding dress, her brown skin was strangely beautiful, and her slender figure was pitiful.