Morgan paused for a moment, then continued, "As for Sajyou Manaka, who's close to you… do you think she'll help?"
When she mentioned Sajyou Manaka, she deliberately emphasized her tone a bit.
Alvin pretended not to understand and said, "You can rest assured about that. I've already arranged a backup plan in advance."
"If someone really takes the chance to sneak into the royal city or even stir up internal chaos, then she'll definitely receive a big 'surprise.'"
"A 'surprise'?"
Morgan raised an eyebrow slightly. Doubt surfaced in her mind, and she asked instinctively, "Do you still know other strong people in the royal city?"
Alvin neither confirmed nor denied it. He simply smiled and looked toward a certain direction within the palace.
"In a sense, she's also a member of the Knights of the Round Table now."
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[Three Days Later]
At the border,nor more precisely, some distance beyond the border, lay the empire of the Ostrogoths.
This place wasn't originally part of the Hun Empire. It was later occupied by the army led by Attila, becoming one of her most dazzling achievements.
Even Alvin couldn't help clicking his tongue inwardly when he learned this piece of history. Although the Attila of the Type-Moon world differed somewhat from the historical "Attila," whether it was the former or the latter, both could be called absolutely ruthless figures.
Constantly conquering new nations, from the initial "Alans" to the Ostrogoths, then later the Persian Empire, Byzantium, and so on. By the later stages, the territory of the Hun Empire had reached a level that could only be described as flourishing to the extreme.
However, even the soldiers of the Hun Empire probably didn't realize that their king might not be the real "Attila," but rather an extraterrestrial being, the "Umbral Star's" weapon used to destroy civilizations, the white giant, God Attila.
When Arcueid descended upon Britain, it had already sensed Attila's existence. However, both sides were wary of each other at the time, so they tacitly parted ways.
Even so, Attila probably hadn't expected that Arcueid would know Britain's white dragon and even reveal secrets about her.
Just as Alvin had expected from the start, when they crossed the border and arrived at the Ostrogoths, they immediately drew the attention of the guards.
After learning their identities through questioning, the guard's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly turned and rushed to the palace, informing Attila of Alvin and Morgan's arrival.
Attila received them at once and had the guards bring them into the palace hall.
Alvin walked up the steps, and soon, at the end of the staircase, he saw a white-haired woman with her hair loose.
Her skin had a healthy wheat tone. Her pair of bewitching red eyes carried a queen-like dominance. In her hand, a brilliantly radiant greatsword, like a rainbow, stood quietly before her.
Morgan narrowed her eyes almost immediately, studying the sword in Attila's hand, "So this is the 'Sword of the War God' that injured Lancelot? It doesn't look like much."
She showed her usual arrogance and sharp tongue. Even while standing in enemy territory, she carried herself like a queen looking down on everything.
And speaking of which, who would've thought the king of the Hun Empire in legend would be such a young-looking "girl," just like Lily?
Beside Attila, a great general who had followed her through countless battles immediately sharpened his gaze upon hearing this and said, "Two high-ranking figures of Britain entering the territory of the Hun Empire without any notice, aren't you looking down on us a bit?"
From the Hun Empire's perspective, what Morgan and Alvin had done was indeed bold to the extreme. Normally, both sides would send envoys ahead of time to notify each other and only set a meeting after mutual agreement.
Yet… Alvin and Morgan had come straight into the heart of enemy territory without a word.
Was that supreme confidence in their own strength, or were they certain the Hun Empire wouldn't dare act against them?
"My apologies. Princess Morgan has always had this kind of personality. Please don't take offense," At that moment, Alvin quickly spoke with a smile.
His tone was gentle, and paired with his good-looking face, someone who didn't know better might think he was Morgan's beloved younger brother.
"Where did this brat come from? Adults are talking, why are you butting in?"
The general looked him over with contempt.
Ever since Alvin and Morgan entered the palace, he had already guessed their identities. Saying this now was just to give them a show of dominance.
After all, the Hun Empire did have the right to speak this way, stretching east from the Caspian Sea to the Atlantic coast, south from the Danube to the Baltic Sea. The many vassal states across this vast region all bowed to the Hun Empire, or rather, to Attila.
It could be said that the Hun Empire was now at an unprecedented peak. Facing such a massive ancient empire, so what if the opponent was Britain's white dragon?
Alvin glanced at him and smiled faintly, "And who the hell are you?"
"You—"
The general was about to step forward when Attila raised her hand to stop him.
Her hollow, indifferent eyes looked coldly at Alvin below the platform. Her voice was empty, as if stating a simple fact.
"Just you and Princess Morgan… are far from enough."
"The land of the Age of Gods is about to completely decline… the power of the fairies will soon disappear."
In one sentence, she exposed the predicament Morgan, and all of Britain, was facing.
Morgan was a triune existence, but as long as one was a mage of Britain, their power would weaken as the Age of Gods declined, this was irreversible.
As for Attila, though she was the king of the Hun Empire, she was also the "Umbral Star's vanguard," a destroyer of civilizations, not belonging to this planet at all.
If she used the Sword of the War God, she was confident she could defeat anyone standing in her way.
Alvin's gaze fell on the sword in Attila's hand, and he suddenly smiled, "Your confidence comes from that sword, doesn't it?"
Attila did not respond.
The Sword of the War God, more precisely, the "Teardrop Star Sword of the War God", was, in truth, merely a kind of pointer used to designate attack locations.
When its true name was released, it would target a location designated by Attila and call down a beam of magical light from the sky to annihilate everything within the area.
Put simply, it was like a laser attack from satellite orbit… like the Sword of Damocles hanging above people's heads, high above, holding everyone's life and death in its grasp.
If Attila alone invaded Britain and unleashed the Sword of the War God… what would happen?
The answer was obvious.
The general seemed to have witnessed that sword's power before, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.
The Sword of the War God was the king's strongest weapon… combined with her strength, if she wished, she could launch an irreversible, devastating strike against Britain.
This was Attila's personal combat ability. As long as she held that sword, there was no nation in the world the Hun Empire couldn't conquer.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a golden light suddenly flickered before his eyes.
The light was dazzling, yet when it shone on his face, it felt as warm as the sun.
In the enemy's stronghold, under countless gazes, Alvin looked up at Attila with a smile.
"Now, let me ask you a question—"
His gaze was calm, his tone gentle.
"A weapon that can destroy an empire… do you think Britain has one?"
"Now I'll give you the answer."
Under the terrified gazes of the crowd, a brilliant golden holy sword slowly formed in Alvin's hand.
Attila shot to her feet almost instantly, her eyes locking onto the sword in Alvin's hand.
The moment she saw it, her previously indifferent expression twisted violently. It was impossible to tell whether it was excitement or fear.
Or perhaps… both.
After a long moment of stunned silence, she finally took a deep breath and said slowly, "The Promised Sword of Victory?"
The dazzling, warm light enveloped the entire hall. Everyone present looked at each other, none of them having ever heard of the name "Promised Sword of Victory."
But judging from the king's reaction just now… this thing was clearly extremely troublesome.
No, more precisely, it was something close to unsolvable.
At this stage, the Age of Gods was declining, which meant many mages of that era would disappear in the future… even Morgan le Fay, as a "fairy," would be affected.
The white dragon was no exception.
That was why earlier, when Alvin and Morgan visited, Attila had let them in without hesitation.
But she had never expected that Alvin would give her such a huge "surprise" right from the start.
The moment she saw the radiant golden holy sword, Attila's gaze locked onto Alvin. Though she quickly regained her usual indifferent expression, the turmoil in her heart was hard to calm.
The Promised Sword of Victory, it was also known as the sword of light that saves the planet.
It was a golden blade forged to defeat powerful enemies that sought to destroy the planet, capable of dispelling all evil.
As long as half of the "Thirteen Seals" were released, it could unlock its true form and power, and at this very moment, the sword in Alvin's hand hadn't even released its power, yet the terrifying energy it contained was already astonishing.
As long as the Age of Gods still existed, and as long as the white dragon still held this sword, Britain would never face invasion from external enemies across the long flow of future time. Attila arrived at this conclusion almost instantly.
For the first time, Attila's gaze truly settled on Alvin.
Earlier, when the two had arrived, she had focused more on Morgan, believing that the one who controlled the power of 'Lord of the Island' was the greater threat.
But now… from the moment she saw the Promised Sword of Victory, this being from beyond the planet finally felt a trace of apprehension.
She studied Alvin carefully, remaining silent for a long time.
After an unknown period, she slowly drew the Sword of the War God and pointed it at him.
"I can agree to never set foot in Britain again, but you have to fight me."
Clearly, withdrawing from Britain just like that was something neither Attila nor the generals who had followed her through countless battles could accept.
Moreover, she still held a trace of doubt about the Promised Sword of Victory in Alvin's hand.
Was it really the Promised Sword of Victory?
A not fully unsealed Promised Sword of Victory had a vastly different level of destructive power compared to its fully released state… at least, for now, Attila couldn't sense its true threat.
"Alright."
Alvin nodded. Then, an indescribable force began to rise within the holy sword, accompanied by a solemn chant.
Attila's expression became more serious than ever. She looked at the boy in front of her and said softly, "All of you, leave."
The people in the hall exchanged looks, but seeing their king so cautious, they all stood up and left.
Morgan also left the hall.
Only Attila and Alvin remained.
"White dragon, before we begin, I have a question."
Attila slowly raised the Sword of the War God, her gaze calm.
"Go ahead."
"Even without me, Britain will meet its final end in the near future, what is the purpose of your efforts now?"
She was the "predator" of civilizations, the giant god Attila, and the king of the Hun Empire, but she couldn't understand. With the Age of Gods nearing its decline, no matter how much effort was made, once that era fully vanished, Britain would collapse completely.
If that was the case, what meaning did the white dragon's current efforts hold?
Alvin thought for a moment, then smiled, "If I had to say… there's probably no real meaning."
Before Attila could respond, he raised the Promised Sword of Victory and looked straight into her eyes.
"But going through the process of striving together with the ones I love, and letting Britain's glory be remembered forever in history… that matters to me too."
Of course, even after saying all that, there was another important reason Alvin didn't mention.
He had a faint feeling that in the near future, when the Age of Gods completely ended, a very important CG achievement would appear.
Attila gazed at him silently. After a moment, she slowly closed her eyes.
"I see… for you, the process matters more than the result?"
"I don't quite understand it, but I'll see for myself in the coming battle what kind of resolve you hold for Britain."
A brilliant seven-colored light began to spread across the blade of the Sword of the War God.
In the next moment, Attila suddenly opened her eyes. Her gaze was sharp and commanding. At this moment, she truly seemed like the predator of civilizations, the giant god known as the "White Titan."
She raised the Sword of the War God high.
Teardrop Star, Sword of the War God (Teardrop Photon Ray)!
Boom!
The overwhelming sword light tore through the air like it was splitting open the night, as if it would shatter everything.
At the same time, Alvin had already closed his eyes.
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