Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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In the end, only he himself will be bound, while Lady Jormungandr will be given a high-level puppet delivered to her door. If she so desires, she might grant him "immortality" so that he can stay by her side as a clown to amuse her.

As for her brother's affection for that woman Honoria, Jormungandr shook her head in disgust, not understanding why her brother would be so infatuated with such a woman, even to the point of attacking Rome ahead of schedule.

In real history, Attila's demand for the Roman princess was merely a pretext for declaring war. However, in the history of the dragons, Attila the Dragon King was truly infatuated with the woman who grew up with him in the Roman court, even at the cost of abandoning his own advantages and launching a premature attack on Rome.

The king played the beacon fire to amuse the feudal lords! This was a common occurrence for a monarch.

Looking at the sly-looking Dragon Girl, Wang Anzhi also became curious, wondering if he could sign a blood oath with Her Highness. In any case, it was just a simulation, so he nodded and said with a smile, "It is only right."

So he raised his hand, and Jormungandr raised hers as well. At the same time, she placed the sharp scythe in her other hand between the two of them. The scythe cut their hands, staining the paper blade red, and then the scythe itself turned to ashes—its "lifespan" as a conceptual weapon had come to an end.

Wang Anzhi looked into the girl's golden pupils, while Jormungandr gazed into the emperor's dark eyes.

Both of them felt a surge of excitement.

Then they placed their bleeding palms together, their blood flowing into each other's bodies, their blood flowing within each other's bodies.

The Blood Alliance was formed.

Chapter 35 War

Jormungandr stared as crimson blood flowed into her body, feeling the power of the "Oath" slowly taking effect. She tried to break free, but felt a sense of shared origin and essence.

It was as if this wasn't a blood oath she made with Wang Anzhi, but rather a blood oath she made with herself.

It was strange, but at this moment she no longer wanted to dwell on these trivial details. Since the blood oath had been established, even she, the Dragon King, had to obey it, let alone a human.

Wang Anzhi looked at the dragon girl who was deep in thought and said, "May our alliance last forever."

The girl didn't reply. In any case, when she actually made a blood pact with a human, she still felt a sense of loss.

As the saying goes, "I am a noble dragon, and as everyone knows, I am not trustworthy." Although the dragon race is a proud race, they will not keep their word with humans, whom they regard as ants.

However, blood oaths are different; they are two-way, and even if one breaks the oath, there will be a profound backlash, so one must be cautious.

The Dragon King girl was now certain that the emperor before her was no ordinary person, and that he could even sign a blood pact with her. It should be noted that even the next generation of dragons and the elders of the previous era were not qualified to do so.

The price is either binding yourself to his ship, or binding him to your ship.

Her thoughts were somewhat complicated, and she didn't know what to do next, so she could only say:

"Don't think that my brother and I will come under your command. That's impossible. Even if we form a blood alliance, there will still be a hierarchy among allies."

Wang Anzhi looked at the dragon girl who was still being stubborn and was somewhat dismissive. In the seven simulations, this was the only time he had found a powerful ally. Compared to the previous times when he was abandoned by everyone and all alone, this was a very good start.

Moreover, he didn't believe that he could "make Rome great again" by relying on the power of the Huns and the Dragon King, thus gaining a higher rating in this simulator. He simply wanted to learn more about the secrets of the dragon race through history.

This is something that Xia Mi, the junior sister from later generations, would never tell him.

Looking at the stubbornly head-raised girl, her white and brown nun's habit showing no curves, and the dragon scales that once seemed to extend naturally from her skin, Wang Anzhi said:

"I wouldn't be so delusional. Besides, after we get married, would you still want to be so calculating?"

The princes of the dragon race only share the power on the throne; they do not have the bad habit of taking away half of the emperor's cultivation after a divorce.

Jormungandr snorted coldly, "It's good that you know what's good for you."

Then, the two looked out the window, where the two armies were fighting at the city gate, but neither of them, who had already formed a blood oath, intended to stop them.

Jormungandr simply didn't care about the lives of the Huns under her brother's command. Unlike Fenrir, who grew up in the Hunnic tribe as "Attila" and awakened his memories there and had a deep connection with the Hunnic tribe, Jormungandr had no relationship with these ants in her eyes.

Wang Anzhi is currently powerless to control the Roman army. The emergence of this war can be said to be in line with everyone's expectations. Not only the Roman Senate, which wants to cling to its wealth and power, and the Secret Society of the Elders, which has prepared too much for this purpose, but also many behind-the-scenes forces are looking forward to this war.

It could even be said that this war began forty-two years ago with the prophecy of Aquitaine, the leader of the Secret Society, and was simply beyond the control of an emperor who was merely a figurehead.

Even though the two sides had formed a blood pact, they still had conflicting interests. If Rome won, then His Majesty the Emperor would naturally take the lead, bringing in foreign troops to balance the internal situation and act as a referee. If the Huns won, then His Majesty the Emperor could only act as a vassal, waiting for himself to lose his last bit of value.

However, regardless of the circumstances, the alliance between the emperor of the hybrid race and the prince of the dragon race was thus established.

This covenant was not recorded in the history of humans and hybrids, but it has a place on the bronze pillar of the dragon race, and is known as the "Covenant of the Return of the Mountains".

……

In June 452, the Emperor formed a blood pact with Jormungandr, King of the Earth and Mountains.

On the same day, Attila the Hun, taking advantage of a rebellion within the city, launched a large-scale attack, but was blocked by the Roman general Aetius and failed to capture the city.

The next day, they attacked the city again, but still failed to capture it.

The following day, Attila, enraged, revealed himself as a dragon and unleashed the world-destroying power of Shiva's Dance of Karma. The city walls collapsed, but the city remained intact. Shortly afterward, the walls rose from the ground and stood anew.

The people of Rome were chanting "A miracle!"

Attila returned empty-handed to his tent, overwhelmed with grief.

A servant asked: "Your Majesty is about to conquer Rome and achieve great merit. What is there to grieve about?"

Attila remained silent.

The waiter asked again.

[Fang Sheng was furious: "We were once brothers, but today we're fighting like soldiers. What's there to be happy about?"]

[He ordered the servant's head to be cut off and sent to the guard, Aetius, recounting their past friendship.]

Aetius returned the servant's head without a word.

Attila's grief was too great to stop his tears, and his rage prevented him from entering the city.

[A month of siege, and not an inch of progress.]

The emperor personally inspected the troops at the northern city wall.

Aetius looked at the young emperor who had come before him and was filled with emotion. Attila outside the city was fifteen years older than the emperor, and Aetius was fifteen years older than Attila. In total, he was thirty years older than the emperor.

When the emperor ascended the throne at a young age, he was a warlord, and later he took control of the government and became extremely powerful in Rome.

Time flies, and now, at the age of sixty, he no longer has much of a desire to usurp the throne. Hybrids live longer than ordinary people, but that is only because of the careful maintenance they receive in later generations. Otherwise, even the "emperor" at the peak of hybrid races might die from organ failure.

Moreover, in this day and age, there is simply no way to take care of oneself properly. There are many nobles who have been corrupted by dragon blood for a long time and sometimes live worse lives than ordinary people.

“General Aetius,” the emperor said, looking at the intact city wall, overwhelmed with emotion, “couldn’t even the Dragon King’s world-destroying spell destroy this one wall?”

Aetius, wanting to ease tensions with the emperor, replied:

“Your Majesty, the Senate told me that the Dragon Clan’s Word of Power and alchemy all depend on the existence of ‘elements.’ Without elements, they have no basis to activate Word of Power. Our alchemical matrix is ​​also a war fortress. After 42 years of preparation, we have enriched the surrounding elements in this place. The Dragon King cannot mobilize more elements, and even the legendary world-destroying Word of Power is greatly reduced in power.”

Chapter 36 Devil

The young emperor was somewhat taken aback, as if he couldn't believe that such a simple method could so easily break the Dragon King's world-destroying spell.

In his previous simulations, he either rewrote history, being assassinated by the exasperated nobles before Attila could even conquer Rome, or he engaged in palace intrigue, trying to train a group of elite guards loyal to the emperor, only to be imprisoned in the palace by his mother and the Senate.

Of course, there were some gains along the way. For example, Jormungandr discovered Aetina's true identity during this process, and many elders of the Secret Society and even the mastermind behind her were exposed.

On the walls of Rome, the emperor looked at the endless camps outside the city. The Huns were even lazily grazing their horses on the hillside, completely disregarding the large army inside the city. He knew that their reliance was on Attila the Hun, who was also the Dragon King Attila.

In this world, thanks to Attila the Dragon King's status and absolute authority, almost all Huns have a trace of dragon blood flowing through their veins. In contrast, in Rome, the divide between nobles and commoners formed a caste system with Roman characteristics, and there was very little interaction between the two groups.

The consequence of this was that even excluding Attila, the elite and skilled soldiers under his command were superior to those of Rome. While Rome had soldiers with a higher concentration of dragon blood than the Huns, such as the Pope's Knights Templar, the overall level of elite Roman soldiers, who considered themselves civilized, was no longer as good as the barbarians.

This is also why they brought in a large number of barbarian mercenaries.

However, this alone was not enough to deter the emperor. The real threat was Attila the Dragon King. Ancient bronze pillars recorded that Attila had destroyed his former lair, burying a civilization in history.

"General, I remember that the Dragon King's world-destroying incantation is enough to spread his power throughout the entire world, so why can this mere city wall stop him?"

The emperor looked down at the city wall beneath his feet, which was covered in a mottled appearance. This city wall had been rebuilt forty-two years ago, and by all accounts, it should have been rotten and in need of repair long ago.

But now that this old city wall can actually block Attila's, or rather Fenrir's, "Word of Power: Shiva's Dance," the emperor has no choice but to reconsider the alchemical techniques hidden within this seemingly ordinary city wall.

In the Secret Society of the New Millennium, there was not even an alchemical creation of such scale and power. Yet it appeared in Rome 1,600 years ago, and the secrets it contains are truly worthy of deep consideration.

“Your Majesty,” Aetius said after a moment of silence, “you should know that this city wall, or rather the entire city, was built under the supervision of the Senate. At that time, I was just an insignificant person and did not understand the thoughts of those in power.”

Aetius couldn't help but feel a little self-deprecating. Even now, although he could still retain the power of regent, it was only because he needed a general who was popular with the people. His real foundation was not just the Roman soldiers under his command, but more so the barbarian mercenaries. However, these had all disappeared after Attila's second westward expedition.

The Roman soldiers obeyed him, but they would not refuse the orders of the Senate, which was now supporting them.

He was still nominally regent, but his actual power had greatly diminished, so he needed the emperor's support even more. To this end, the emperor even invited him to the front lines, giving him an opportunity to win over the people.

He sighed softly, “I am different from you and those noble families in the Senate. I do not know the true strength of the Dragon King, but based on what I saw a month ago, it was no different from a natural disaster. The city walls, painstakingly built over decades, collapsed in an instant, and Rome, which dominated this place, was in imminent danger.”

Aetius's expression was very complicated. "And all of this was because of Attila's 'dance' which lasted less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. At that moment, I finally understood why the Senate said that Attila was a devil who had escaped from hell."

“His real name should be Fenrir,” the emperor said.

"Perhaps. Even though I saw him transformed into a dragon, I still only recognize Attila. He is a straightforward man with no guile. If possible, I would rather deal with him than face those ghouls in the Senate."

Aetius's expression was complicated as he looked at the emperor. "Your Majesty, did you notice anything on your way here?"

The emperor was silent for a moment, then said, "There are far fewer residents in the city."

Aetius nodded and descended the city wall with the emperor, avoiding the soldiers stationed there. "As you can see, the city's inhabitants are reduced by half," he said, looking down at the city below, as if it were a demon that had broken free of its cage on the other side.

The emperor also gazed at this city forged by alchemy, this war fortress forged by alchemy. Every inch of its land, every brick and stone, had been refined by alchemy. He guessed where the vanished inhabitants had gone.

“They were all swallowed up by this city,” the emperor said.

“Indeed, Your Majesty,” Aetius said coldly, “Attila is a devil, the Senate is another devil, and the city where they met is also a devil.”

He said softly, “The most fundamental principle of alchemy is equivalent exchange. What you gain, you lose. We gained a city that could stop the devil’s advance, but we also lost half of Rome’s life, and we can expect to continue to lose more.”

Before the emperor left, the most prestigious general in Rome at the time said, "Your Majesty, Attila is not invincible. I defeated him at the Battle of the Chalons."

The general's tone was proud, but then became heavy. "However, I don't know what the Senate is planning, that it would be willing to live and die with us in the city."

His expression twitched slightly. "I don't understand why this war fortress exists." He looked at the emperor and nodded slightly. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I cannot answer your question."

Aetius did not answer the emperor's question. Upon returning to the monastery between the palaces, the emperor asked the same question to Aetius's nominal sister, a dragon maiden whose real name was Jormungandr.

Jormungandr sneered, "That's because my brother doesn't currently have a dragon body. Otherwise, how could such an alchemical matrix possibly block his Word of Power?"

"All the soldiers stationed in the north city saw Attila transformed into a dragon," the emperor reminded them.

“That is not the body of a dragon,” Jormungandr said with a hint of disdain in his eyes. “The true body of a dragon is just as it is described in your human mythology.”

"It is that giant wolf that devours heaven and earth."

Chapter 37 The City 42 Years Later

St. Peter's Basilica.