The Holy Right of a Comic - Chapter 1038

And that face, which is expressionless, but amazing, has 173 similarities with the former giant Sephalu.

At this time, the Hun King was holding the Sword of the God of War. This sword was very different from the weapons of this era. It looked like a rainbow-like color on the outside, and the overall shape was like a high-tech mechanical product.

Because this is the **** of war Ares, that is, a part of the body of Mars, the **** of war.

Just when Athena eliminated Sephalu 10,003 years ago, Roy came to this era.

As a demon god, he exists in the past, in the present, and in the future. He is in the past, in the present, and forever, so for Roy, he can appear at any time and anywhere.

“Then I, who is called the whip of God, is indeed your weapon.”

The girl’s words were firm, without any confusion or anger, just telling a simple fact.

Her voice was quite calm, and she couldn’t feel any emotions, as if she couldn’t think and just lived by instinct.

“Why, aren’t you happy about such a mission and being a weapon in my hands?”

Roy smiled and looked at the girl in front of him and asked softly.

“Unhappy? No, I’m not unhappy. I rarely have such emotions, or it’s good, because I don’t know anything other than war and battle.”

“…Although, I don’t like fighting very much, but if this is my mission and necessity, I will complete it.”

Attila said the last sentence in a low voice, but it couldn’t hide from Roy’s ears.

Does this great king of the Huns really have no feelings? No, it’s just because her feelings are hidden in a deeper place. When the white giant Sephalu has self-awareness, Attila, who is a part of her, already has feelings.

But she’s like a toddler, learning how to express feelings that could take her life.

“Attila, come here!”

Roy waved to her.

The king, who was widely known in Europa, was terrified by the Western Roman Empire, and was terrified by the Gauls, put down the sword of the war **** that never left his body, walked slowly to Roy, and then knelt down on his knees. .

If an outsider sees this scene, they will definitely feel that they are dreaming.

The Hun King, who had killed so many people because of fear and fear, could only be described by words like ‘God’s whip’, actually leaned her head against the arms of the man in front of her.

This king is too powerful, so powerful that he overwhelms the entire Europa. In order to escape this reality, people call it the whip of God, which means that she is the disaster that God sent to punish the world.

But just like this, the king who kills like numb, never gets confused on the battlefield, never hesitates, closes his eyes like a little girl.

At this moment, Attila felt very relaxed, as if she was back in her mother’s arms, back in her father’s arms. It was a rare time when she could feel at ease.

She trusts Roy very much, not only because Roy is the first person she saw when she opened her eyes when she was born, but also because Roy has been with her for a long time, like a spiritual pillar, the most important one in life people.

Roy’s hand just caressed Attila’s soft white hair like he was holding a cute pet.

“Attila… Attila… why are you called Attila?”

Roy’s fingers fell on the girl’s forehead, on the bridge of her nose, and on her red lips, as if measuring her beauty.

“Because the name…it’s cute and sounds like a girl.”

“…I don’t like people calling me Attila, it’s just that they all call me that. I know it means ‘father and leader’, but I don’t like that pronunciation.”

Attila suddenly turned her head, and her words became hesitant, as if she was shy.

“Attila, this name is really cute, just as cute as you are.”

Roy smiled lightly, grabbed the King Hun’s chin with his hand, broke it over, and let the girl’s indifferent red pupils look at him.

“Cute? No one ever told me that I was cute…but I like it because I like cute things.”

“…My Lord, the Lord I love, I will destroy the Roman Empire for you. They hate it and they have been stubbornly resisting, but I will definitely be able to do it.”

“Rome is a bad civilization, they must be destroyed!”

There was no confusion in the girl’s tone, and her words were so sure that even if it was an empire of thousands of years, she had the confidence to destroy it.

She is the king of the Huns, the great king of destruction, and the whip in the hands of God, who will surely make the fallen man punished by the Lord.

“I was approached by a woman named Cleenhead, who claimed to be the Princess of Burgundy.”

As usual, Attila told Roy everything she encountered in a calm tone and shared everything with him.

“and then?”

Roy just smiled and asked Attila.

“She said that her husband Siegfried was killed by the Queen of Iceland and her brothers, and she wanted to use my power to avenge his husband at the cost of her body and the entire kingdom of Burgundy.”

Attila spoke in an emotionless tone about such a big event that would cause a sensation in the outside world.

“Did you promise her?”

Roy asked again.

“I didn’t promise her, I just came to ask you, whether it’s thinking or feeling, I’ve already given you such a thing, I can only kill, as long as you want to kill like a machine, it’s enough, I’m like this The presence.”

Attila said words that others would find pitiful, but Attila herself didn’t think there was anything wrong with it, but thought it was right.

“If that’s the case, then agree to Clint Sheed’s request, marry her, and then, in this name, kill the king of Burgundy and bring that kingdom under your command.”

Roy is like a military advisor, giving advice to the great king of the Huns, no matter how much killing karma it will bring.

Attila nodded silently, and took all the photos without any refutation to Roy’s suggestion.

“But I’m a woman, and Clinehead is also a woman. We can’t get married, but you’re a man. Do you want me to give Clinehead to you?”

Attila asked in a very serious tone.

Roy laughed dumbfounded, “…I’m not interested in Ziegfried’s wife, I’m only interested in you, lovely Attila.”

“Are you interested in me as a woman?”

Attila didn’t feel ashamed about such a question, and asked it outright.

Chapter 35 Rome is a bad civilization

Seeing Attila’s straightforward question, Roy was stunned for a moment, and then said bluntly, “…I do have some interest in you as a woman.”

Attila nodded silently when she heard the words, and then her fingers fell on her waist without hesitation, pulling the thin strap gently.

Immediately, a long gown floated to the ground, revealing her vigorous body.

Only Attila’s long silver hair, wearing a white gauze like a wedding dress, was stubbornly tied to her hair, which made the king of the Huns look like a bride in a church. .

As the king of destruction, the destroyer of civilization, her delicate body is as strong as a cheetah, and her brown skin gives her a beauty that is different from other women, and she is sassy and heroic.