Chapter 128 Casting

◎No answer came from behind, only the flames burning.◎

Tap, tap, tap.

Hulun riding his horse in Magus City.

At first I was worried that the guards wouldn't let me through, but I didn't expect the city guards here to be like idiots who could do nothing but collect money.

The streets were unusually deserted, with the few remaining citizens still walking close to the walls, not afraid of running any faster.

The Huns could not help but whip their horses to make them run faster so that they could rob the rich families and treasuries earlier and sneak back to the grassland.

Hey, it would be best if we could lure the Roman garrison to Attila's place. They're all Huns anyway, so it doesn't matter who we fight.

Sweet dreams can come later, first things first...

He withdrew his thoughts and surveyed the steps: they were all identical stone houses, with the occasional baked mud hut. These were commoner families, with little money to be made. Grab them and make them slaves? Forget it; it would be easy to kill them, and hard to sell them.

Hulun looked around and saw the palace in the distance shining in the dim light.

Is that a temple? A theater? Maybe even the city lord's treasury?

He led his men to plunder many city-states and pried open similar buildings, finding gold and jewels hidden underneath. The Romans loved to put jewels in temples.

"Let's go, go there."

He tried to keep his voice down, but it was still as clear as thunder. Fortunately, the horses had already left the civilians far behind, and there was no guard anywhere near the team, so there was no better opportunity to rob them.

If you don't take what Heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences. This is Heaven's gift to the new Golden King. Don't hesitate!

"Go—get it quick! Take the gold first—everyone gets a share, and I'll divide it up!"

His voice aroused the ferocity of the Huns, and finally people dressed as guards ran out from inside the palace. They were carrying spears and swords, but their postures were very uncoordinated, making them look like elderly farmers.

Hulun was amused by their foolishness and laughed: "So these are Roman soldiers? Pah, they deserve the title for nothing. When he becomes the Golden King, all of Rome will kneel at his feet and sing the song of conquest."

Hahaha, look at that archer, he actually held the arrow upside down... No matter how stupid the Roman soldiers were, would they be like this?

The smile gradually disappeared, and the soldier holding the recurve arrow "shot" the arrow meticulously and slightly stiffly. With a clang, the bow and arrow naturally fell to the ground.

He paused where he was, and after a while he picked up the bow and arrow, this time holding it sideways.

Hulun shuddered and couldn't help looking around: there were more than one soldiers as exaggerated as this archer, scattered all over the battlefield.

These Roman guards were few in number and were quickly killed by the elite soldiers brought with them. Their blood spilled on the stone slabs and gradually dried up in the twilight.

The blood that flowed out of them was bright red. For some reason, seeing the red blood, Hulun breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little relieved.

【Isn’t this just an absurd dream?】

Everything went so smoothly. The Roman soldiers were easier to kill than wild boars, and not a single strong centurion showed up... Am I dreaming?

He twisted his arm hard, it hurt, it wasn't a dream. Don't be suspicious anymore, we are too strong.

The dizziness gradually disappeared, and Hulun shook his head to cover up his previous loss of composure: "Quick, let's go together!"

The palace complex was open to the Huns. They could not understand the murals, nor could they figure out which gods were carved on the pillars. They just dismounted and rushed in with their swords held across their faces.

Experience tells us there's still a fierce battle to come. Cunning guards will exploit the narrow space to launch counterattacks, even pouring boiling water on their heads. The first person to rush in will have the greatest rewards, but also the greatest danger.

Boom, boom, boom.

Boots thudded against the stone slabs. They were all hollow inside solid. Could there be boxes of gold buried underneath?

Although they were anxious, after looking at the tightly sealed floor, they still ran to the inner room first. The Romans and Greeks loved collecting art and jewelry, and those small items were valuable and easy to sell.

Hulun was waiting anxiously outside. Various collisions and cheers could be heard from inside, but no one was heard fighting.

No more waiting, the food will get cold if you wait any longer.

"Go, let's go in too." He called his companions in a pretentious manner and entered the palace surrounded by two lieutenants.

It was very cold, there was no charcoal fire burning inside, and the cold wind pierced directly into the bone marrow.

Hulun tightened his fur. Fortunately, the Huns were used to fighting the nights on the grasslands and always wore thick clothes. Did these Romans have frozen brains, so they were so strange?

Soon, cheers came from a room in the innermost part.

"Jewelry! Red, blue, this blue is beautiful."

"That's a lot of gold! Hey, the gems are sticking to my hands."

Good boy, who allows you to divide it first when the leader is not here?! Hulun was anxious and shouted loudly: "Put it down! Don't move!" He didn't expect that just shouting could scare away these greedy ghosts, so he quickly quickened his pace and rushed inside.

Wow—gold! Gold everywhere!

Gold covered the whole sky and earth... The ceiling was gold, the floor was gold, the walls were gold, and all I could see was a golden glow. It was so painful that I couldn't see the red oil paint in the cracks, and I couldn't see the Huns who had turned into bronze statues on the ground.

These are all gold... I'm rich, I'm rich.

[Even if I can't become the Golden King, my whole life will be...]

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Suddenly, a snicker filled the air, a laugh that was both malicious and curious. "Strange, is this your way of kingship? You're shattered by such a small amount of gold?"

"Sister, he is not the Golden King."

"I know. It's strange, where are the Prince of Persia and the Roman Princess? Why aren't they here?"

"The Queen said they would come together."

"But they didn't come. Only a thin golden blood came."

"It's too early, too early, and I'm not prepared."

The air was filled with a chaotic cacophony of voices, and all they could see were the temple and the blood-stained streets. They couldn't help but feel a little discouraged: "Oh, there are so few dead. Even if they were all here, we wouldn't be able to get here."

"Well, then shall we kill first?"

"Let him kill. He is a human being, and humans are best at killing."

What and what is this?

Hulun couldn't understand the goblin language; only the first sentence was in Latin. Even though he couldn't understand it, he could still hear the goblins' twisted malice and couldn't help but step back.

Damn it, there's no way to turn around. How many companions are left behind? Are they all alive?

Clang~

Snap.

After the pleasant ringtone, someone snapped their fingers in their ears.

The Latin flows slowly:

"Great Golden King~"

"You came from ancient times~"

"The Golden King who inherited the royal blood~"

“You will create victory.”

"Destroy! Destroy! Destroy——"

"Use destruction to create the future, and let civilization roar~"

"You bear the responsibility of connecting the stars."

"Give death."

The goblins' singing was high and low, scattered and fragmented.

The serious prophecy was read out in the most humorous tone, interspersed with the giggling goblin: "Oh my, the royal blood collected by the Queen will not be wasted~ He is such a waste."

"No, no, I saw a fight outside."

"Hahaha, seriously, there's so much blood, more, more!"

"A little more death—and this place can breathe normally. Human souls smell so good."

Who is singing the prophecy? What are they saying? I don’t understand, I don’t understand…

As the goblins sang joyfully, Hulun's eyes were bloodshot, and blood was oozing from his mouth and ears. The blood dripped onto the golden stone slab, which in turn oozed out more golden liquid, which in turn clung to his body.

“Hahaha, if you ask me, Attila and Brida are both cowards!”

Memories of the past kept flooding back, squeezing out of his brain. [“They only experienced one or two gatherings, and seeing the injured royal family, they ran like rabbits!”]

"Isn't that a good thing? If it were my turn, I'd be willing to do it any number of times. It's easy to get stronger!"

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much——

Memories and consciousness were torn apart infinitely, and the entire body no longer belonged to oneself, but to the gold that was pouring in.

The blood is boiling, the flesh is already cooked, even molten steel is no better than this...

[What exactly is the Golden King? ]

The eternal existence turned around in the illusion, invisible, invisible, and invisible. Hulun's vision was dark, and he could not see even a trace of light.

"Oh, he seems to be broken."

"It's okay~ Add some bronze and you'll be able to move for a while."

"It's enough. Did you add too much? Hey, hey, hey."

"If you can do it, go ahead! I can't get to the other side, how can I control it?"

Gold and bronze were thus blended together, and the golden statue that Hulun had been longing for rose from the ground in a... ironic and distorted posture.

…

"Huh~ Look from a distance, is there anything wrong?"

Melia let out a long sigh, her hands dropping to her sides. She was exhausted. Shadow Rome's automatic construction function had a strange delay, forcing her to circle around the portrait herself, crafting it piece by piece.

"Yes, doesn't it look... too abstract?"

Sonny bluntly pointed out the problem. The other Hungarians, who had only been carrying materials, had already left. Now only she, Brida, and Melia were left working overtime. Taffy crouched in the back, waiting for her mistress.

“Abstract—translate for me, what does abstract mean?” Melia, working overtime and furious, stepped back between Sunny and Brida and looked up.

Well, it is indeed very abstract, and "The Rose Princess" is not translated incorrectly.

To create a stunning effect, the golden statue stood twenty meters tall, a mixture of copper and gold. Using Shadow Rome's automated construction, Melia first divided the alloy into individual cubes, stacked them together, and then slowly polished the surface.

The effect after polishing... is probably similar to the head of "The Scream" connected to the body of Gundam.

“The muscles are very well-developed.” Brida looked at him for a long time, finally finding an angle to praise him.

Sonny laughed heartily. "Hahahaha, it's all square, how can it not be strong? Whose face is that? The gangster who got beaten up in the bathroom?"

"You, you two...!" Melia was so angry that she jumped up and down, but after looking at the golden man again, she also laughed: "Pfft, at least it's quite shocking~"

"That's right~" Sunny blinked and made a gesture of turning around and running away: "If they brought out such a big evil-repelling thing, even the great witch would faint from fear."

"Phew~ Okay, okay, let's stop here for today and continue tomorrow. At worst, I'll just hit your face. I don't mind if you say it's ugly then."

Melia rubbed her shoulders, and Taffy came out from behind the portrait to help her tap the places that she couldn't reach.

The four of them passed through the archway one after another, and the smell of barbecue hit them in the face.

"What's wrong with the sheep today--" Sonny, who was walking in front, suddenly fell silent.

The flames scorched the earth, burning more than just the cattle and sheep. She raised her eyes, her golden pupils stained bright red by the blood and fire.

Who is that?

What is that monster?

The earth became drier and drier, and the flames engulfed familiar people and objects. Amidst the severe tinnitus in his ears, Sonny drew out his long knife, and the crimson flames swept in the wind, grabbing the ends of his golden hair.

Brida and she did the same thing, standing side by side.

They faced the golden giant together and felt the heat surging deep in their blood.

"Do you recognize it?"

"No, you."

"I don't know him."

From a logical point of view, it was probably a weapon created by a prince using magic to eliminate his rivals. But... could such a terrifying thing really be created by humans?

It doesn't matter.

"Sister Melia, you run first, run faster."

All around her was flames, and Attila had no idea how many people were left alive. Her tribe was burned in the flames, and the throne that was within her reach was reduced to ridiculous powder.

But she kept that smile on her face as she and Brida walked together.

There was no answer from behind him, only the flames burning.

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Thanks to Yunの莯 for the irrigation~