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Odin slowly raised his hand and gently touched his chest, his expression extremely complicated.
He looked directly at the emperor, his tone filled with an indescribable emotion, and declared:
“You are the true emperor. To kill you is to kill a part of my life again, and this is the second time for me.”
This feeling is so familiar, yet so strange…
Just as the Dragon Girl and the Emperor were both lost in thought, Odin, the King of Gods, did not hesitate to leap onto his warhorse, and with hooves raised, he fled like a whirlwind.
The figure, shrouded in dust, swiftly crossed the bright sky and vanished from the daylight in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only a silent battlefield.
The emperor and the dragon princess were both taken aback. They looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
"He's gone," the emperor said softly, breaking the silence, his voice weak but clear.
The dragon girl nodded slightly, showing no intention of chasing after her brother.
"I should be going too," the emperor said slowly.
Upon hearing this, the Dragon Girl's eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face once more.
At this moment, the emperor could no longer maintain his standing posture. His legs went weak, and he slowly slumped into the dragon girl's arms.
Half of the Spear of Destiny was still stuck menacingly in his chest, and dark blood slowly flowed down the shaft.
But he still had a smile on his face, sitting quietly in the girl's arms, looking serene, as if he were sitting on the supreme throne in Rome.
The emperor wanted to raise his hand to gently wipe away the girl's tears, but his body would no longer obey him.
He smiled helplessly, his voice weak: "We will meet again."
The Dragon Girl didn't actually believe the Emperor's words, but she didn't refute them. She simply said softly, "Then you can't go back on your word. You absolutely can't go back on your word."
After saying that, the Dragon Girl hooked her finger with the Emperor's finger, like the purest promise between children, and then said, "Let us not deceive each other, and thus establish a new contract."
The emperor smiled and nodded, his smile full of affection.
Almost at the very moment the Dragon Girl touched his finger, the Emperor slowly closed his eyes, his expression serene, as if he had simply drifted into a sweet dream.
In the brief moment the emperor closed his eyes, another figure swiftly passed through the sky.
The newcomer was clearly not Odin, who had already fled. Odin, now heavily injured, no longer had the confidence to return.
Instead, it was Fenrir, the older or "younger brother" whom Jormungandr was most familiar with, whose name in this era was Attila.
Attila was covered in blood, and the wound to his heart, which had not yet healed, was still oozing blood, staining his tattered clothes red.
It's clear that his victory in this war against humanity was not easy.
“Sister,” Attila called softly.
He looked at his sister, who had her back to him and was quietly holding someone in her arms, showing little intention of paying attention to him.
"Are you injured?" Jormungandr asked expressionlessly, without turning around.
Attila lowered his head slightly and answered softly, "The injury isn't serious. How about Odin?"
“He’s gone,” Jormungandr said.
"Let's go!" The dragon girl looked down at the person in her arms. She no longer had the ability to grant him "eternal life".
“And Rome?” Attila asked again. “That was our former fiefdom.”
Jormungandr slowly shook his head, his eyes revealing endless weariness and vicissitudes.
She gently picked up the body in her arms, her movements as tender as if she were handling the most precious treasure in the world.
Then, she walked slowly to the only throne in the entire house, carefully placed the body on the throne, and gently straightened his face, as if to let him depart in the most solemn manner.
“Leave it to him,” Jormungandr said softly, his voice as light as a sigh in the wind.
Attila wanted to say something more, but when he saw his sister's icy expression, he swallowed the words back.
He watched silently as his sister stared intently at the person on the throne, and after a long hesitation, he spoke again: "Honoria..."
Jormungandr finally turned his head, his face full of exhaustion, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Take your girl and let's go."
Before leaving, the dragon girl took one last look at the person she had placed on the throne.
His majesty remained unchanged.
Chapter 53 The Seventh Simulation - End
[End of simulation]
【Summary of this session】
[Simulated Version; The Last Emperor]
[Simulation Completion: 60%]
[Number of simulations: Seventh]
[Simulation Summary: In the seventh simulation, you finally succeeded in forging a blood pact with Jormungandr, the King of the Earth and Mountains, preventing Odin from assassinating Jormungandr in history, changing part of the fate of the twin Kings of the Earth and Mountains, and truly stepping onto the chessboard for the first time.]
[Simulated Settlement: Fate's Void—You are both Valentian III, the emperor of the Western Roman Empire, and Wang Anzhi, a modern extraterrestrial visitor. The Roman emperor was killed by Gangnir, the "Spear of Fate," but Wang Anzhi survived, creating a gap in the causal line and causing disorder in fate. You possess the ability to break the "historical script" and "prophetic history."]
[Note: The principle of causal separation in the Seven Alchemical Kingdoms no longer applies to you.]
It's still that same Roman palace.
It was still that throne that symbolized the supreme power of the Roman emperor.
Wang Anzhi slowly turned his head, instinctively reaching out to clutch his heart, gasping for breath.
The excruciating pain I felt just now, as if my whole body was covered in charcoal, is still vivid in my mind and fresh in my memory.
He looked down and saw that his chest was smooth and his skin was intact. He could even clearly feel his heart beating vigorously.
Seeing this, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, slowly got up, and walked towards the window with slightly slow steps.
The twin sons of the King of Earth and the King of Mountains have not yet gone far; their dragon wings are outstretched in the sky, but at this moment, it is as if time has stood still, maintaining a certain posture.
Wang Anzhi stood quietly by the window. Dragon wings rose behind Attila, the "Scourge of God"—this did not surprise him. It was nothing unusual for a dignified dragon king to have a "dragon-man" form.
What truly surprised Wang Anzhi was that he noticed the crimson-gold bloodstains on Attila's back.
That was definitely not human or hybrid blood. You should know that once human or hybrid blood leaves the body, it will no longer retain its activity.
It will either boil continuously like sulfuric acid, making a "sizzling" sound and emitting pungent white smoke; or it will solidify quickly like paint, losing its vitality.
But the bloodstains on Attila's back were completely different. The crimson-gold light that flashed through them was like flowing flames, radiating a strange brilliance that seemed to possess a kind of demonic power, making it hard to resist.
"Trejejus actually managed to harm Attila."
Wang Anzhi couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He could clearly see that the wound on Attila's back came from human swords, which was no easy feat.
He couldn't help but recall the legendary holy sword called Durandal that Professor Guderian had shown him in later years, and couldn't help but sigh:
“Tregejus, this time you have truly become a legend.”
Later historical records state that these dragon-slaying heroes severely injured Attila the Dragon King three times.
In Wang Anzhi's view, this was merely one person's opinion, and later generations' embellishments.
After all, the Secret Society itself was backed by Odin, a huge mastermind. Odin naturally did not want to reveal his existence in history, so the historical records they made are naturally questionable.
Ultimately, history is nothing more than a matter of the victor being king and the loser being a bandit.
Although Attila was rampant for a time, he ultimately died young, and the lineage of the King of the Earth and Mountains was undoubtedly the loser. Naturally, all sorts of slander against them spread like wildfire. But unexpectedly, these ancient hybrids actually had the ability to harm the Dragon King.
Then, Wang Anzhi turned his gaze to the dragon girl, who was also soaring in the sky and wearing a white and brown nun's robe.
This was his simulation; even after death, he maintained an almost godlike, detached perspective, witnessing Jormungandr lift him onto the throne and turn away.
In truth, Rome at this time was utterly vulnerable. The dragon-slaying elites of the hybrid families had been wiped out, and Odin, the mastermind behind the Secret Society, had also been severely wounded and fled.
There was no force of resistance within the city of Rome, and this place was their former fiefdom, which held a very special significance for them.
Unexpectedly, Jormungandr turned and left without any hesitation.
This surprised even Wang Anzhi himself.
"This must be the dragon race!"
Wang Anzhi remarked that they were both violent and beautiful, their hands stained with blood yet imbued with their original purity. They believed in the laws of power and force, iron and fire, sword and blade, yet they retained the most sincere passion because of it.
Enraged by the rebellion of the White King Izanami, the Black King Nidhogg personally slaughtered the White King and his followers, imprisoning him on a bronze pillar and spending six thousand years erasing his bones and blood.
Yet, it could also grieve for His passing, bobbing in the Arctic Ocean currents for seven days, saddened by the departure of His kind.
He acted like a mad artist.
At this moment, Rome was completely silent, as silent as death. There were no shouts of fighting between people, no clanging of weapons, only a sense of bewilderment after a period of hesitation.
The Roman court at present should not yet know about the destruction of the dragon-slaying army, but General Aetius, who was at the city gate, should have already learned of the news.
Wang Anzhi carefully reviewed his actions, and his expression became strange. After his mess, Rome had gone from barely "winning" in history to not even being able to maintain a semblance of dignity.
With the emperor dead and the elite troops wiped out, except for the absence of a single "gatekeeper emperor," this was a veritable golden age of the Fortress Dynasty.
It was entirely predictable that even if Attila's Hunnic army ceased its offensive, Rome would not last more than a few years.
"So, I have successfully brought Rome to its demise twenty years earlier!"
Wang Anzhi hesitated for a moment, then immediately rejected the idea.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I have clearly reached a new 'Dragon King Balance' treaty."
He comforted himself in this way.
It must be said that time travelers are indeed a "cancer of the universe." They are out of place in this world, and as long as they can master some kind of energy, they are truly "the ones who will bring chaos to the world."
Wang Anzhi himself is a prime example.
He looked at the dim scene in the sky; the “miracle” that had just happened had vanished, but the cheers of the Romans were still vivid in his mind.
They just didn't realize that every so-called "miracle" brought destruction.
Wang Anzhi glanced at the "Spear of Destiny" he had thrown on the ground; only half of its dark branch remained—the weapon that had killed him this time.
"Next time I come, I'm afraid I won't have to find a proper way to end this."
He then left the intact Roman palace.