We have to go back in time a little further, to Attila who flew towards the Alps, leaving only a three-color trajectory.
Ever since she was summoned to Rome in this era, Attila felt that something was always calling her.
It is not the call of the people in the tribe on the grassland in the memory, but the call from the older and more distant past.
Surprisingly, this feeling was not unfamiliar to Atila.
Just like calling the mother of her children and the hometown that appeared in her dreams, Attila, who should be living on the grasslands where the Huns nomadically roam, has an inexplicable attachment to this call that came from 14,000 years ago. Familiarity.
A sense of familiarity that she could not normally have.
The sword of Mars formed by the three-color beam of light in her hand trembled faintly, as if trying to stop her from moving forward.
Although there was no evidence, she knew that was the reason why [Attila] became [Attila].
If I "throw away" that sword from my hand now, I am afraid that the Attila who is thinking, worrying, and suffering now will disappear in an instant.
But Atila had tried in the past.
No matter what, she could not throw away the three-color sword that had appeared in her hand since she was discovered by the elders of the tribe.
That sword can indeed be broken——————————
As long as Attila still opens the hilt of the sword in his hand, the blade named "Mars", the god of war, will lose all power in an instant and become an ordinary sword, like an ordinary crystal. .
Even if you use the simplest iron sword to chop, the sword of Mars will collapse like a fragile crystal when Attila loosens his hands.
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Immediately, the sword held in Attila's hand will transform into a new one, the [Sword of the God of War] shining with three colors of light.
Even dirt, broken branches, and even flowers picked up by hand will instantly turn into a sword that has no other purpose than destruction.
Attila, who always felt that her name was not cute enough and complained to the elders, would also slightly show her dissatisfaction at that time.
Although she mostly exists as a [Warrior King] without blood or tears.
But even then, Attila also found her "meaning" during her lifetime.
Fight for the prosperity of [the same race], fight for the prosperity of the [fellow race] with whom one can talk to each other.
Although it is an evil act of exterminating the other party with the purpose of harming others, although it is an atrocity of plundering the other party with self-interest, even though it is indisputable "evil"——————Although it is still sometimes Feeling lonely.
But still somehow, Atila was content with the life she was living.
I even thought that I was just having a sweet dream of galloping on the grassland.
"Destroy it"
"Destroy it"
"Destroy it"
However, Atila also has a secret that he has never told others.
Even though he has no memory of his past, even though his heart is full of gratitude to the elders but unable to express it in words, even though his heart has already regarded the [common people] who galloped together on the grassland as important people.
But deep in Attila's heart, there was always the whisper of destroying everything she had cherished.
So Atila began to fight, fight, and tried his best to vent the whispers in his heart on the aliens.
But that doesn't provide a lasting solution to the problem.
The whispers in Atira's heart do fall silent when she destroys something.
But after seeing the joy and prosperity of her own race, the whisper in Attila's heart would ring again.
However, she was the great king of the Huns.
The destruction of [civilization] must not be inflicted on one's own people.
That unprovoked impulse must not be vented on [common people].
So Atila began to continue to conquer, kill, rob, and destroy the foreign races.
However, the more he fought, the more Attila could not suppress the whisper in his heart.
The more destruction there is, the more intense, rapid, and frequent the whispers in the heart will be.
"Destroy it"
"Destroy it"
"Destroy it"
"Destroy it"
Until one day, Attila saw her reflection in the blood mixed with the rain during a heavy rainstorm.
————And the expression of relief in the reflection.
It's like a mayfly that hovers above the lake all day long and finally sinks into the water contentedly.
Attila, who thought about her life as a warrior, did not think deeply. She just wanted to do her best to preserve those [common people] with whom she could talk to each other.
Destroying [civilization] is important, but the [common people] who can provide her with the meaning of life and can talk to each other are even more important.
Yes, more important.
So after a certain victory, he celebrated with his fellow tribesmen for a night.
Attila finally raised the three-color sword towards herself that had slaughtered countless enemies.
The great king named Atila finally died to protect his own people.
The ■■ named Attila finally died to protect her own kind.
The ■■ named Attila finally died for ■■ her own kind.
The ■■ named Attila finally died for ■■■■■■■.
In the foothills of the Alps, Attila looked at the huge white "stump" in front of him, and the memories in his spiritual base gradually became blurred.
If the stump had the entire body, it would probably be much bigger than it is now.
"Is it you...calling me?"
Attila murmured, and slowly stretched out his left hand forward to touch the huge stump that had been left in the mountain range for some time.
The three-color lightsaber in her right hand flashed rapidly, as if to warn her not to touch it.
But Atila can no longer feel the sword of the God of War that once served as the core of her existence.
Atila's palm had already been placed on the stump of the limb that had survived tens of thousands of years, and then merged together like two drops of water touching each other.
"It's you————No, you...it's me..."
Atila understood something in an instant. The stumps that had existed for a long time and seemed to never rot instantly turned into countless snow-white debris, and then seemed to be attracted by something, attached to Ah Dila. On top of Tira's spirit body.
The composition of the spiritual base was changed, and the memory in it was erased.
The Sword of the God of War in Attila's hand also stopped flickering and went dark.
A few seconds later, the three-color light shone on the long sword named Mars again.
But this time, it is difficult for people to see the aura in it. The long sword that seemed to be alive before has now become a simple weapon.
The white giant appeared on this land again.
"who I am?"
The white giant opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding land with some confusion.
The chaotic memories in her "mind" were gradually sorted out by her. The memories of running on the beautiful grassland——the memories of leading huge creatures to destroy the ground.
Memories of committing suicide to suppress one's own race——Memories that were pierced by a small person holding a "Holy Sword".
Memories of being a warrior and great king of the Huns are intertwined with memories of being a destroyer of civilization.
In the end, the life of the great king named Atila and his luxurious wish to be an ordinary girl were buried under the experience of the destroyer.
Buried under the pain that was pierced by the scorching light of the holy sword.
"I... am Atila... from the Huns --- No, I am [Sefalu], the vanguard of the stars --- the destroyer of civilization ——————!”
The star warrior named [Sefalu] finally died trying to destroy the civilization on this planet.
The white giant Cefalu looked up at the sky, looking at the sky where there were faint signs of [civilization].
"Ah, you just said that you are also civilized, right? Then, it should be destroyed."
"Star of Tears, Sword of the God of War (Teardorp Photon Ray)!"
Using the "trophies" she had snatched from the God of War Mars, Sefalu used her [Noble Phantasm] in the distance.
