Apostle of the Goddess of War

Chapter 174

Ch.174 Apostle of the Goddess of War

People looked up at the sky, losing their souls. Floating in the sky, the Apostle of War fluttered his black cloak, and behind him, colorful light flashed like a halo.

At this moment, the Apostle of War was like Eru's messenger and the Goddess of War's mace.

People prayed.

Save us….

Serine sighed. She tapped her apostle's shoulder with cold fingers. How loyal he was, he realized Serine's intention without her saying it.

Whoosh!

The Apostle of Water leaped greatly. Forming the Divine Power of water, he lifted the ground beneath his feet.

The Apostle of Water stood before Sion. His eyes were just as messed up as Serine's.

"Hello. Apostle of the Goddess of War. I am Ilena, Apostle of the Supreme Goddess, Serine."

"Yes."

Outwardly he was a woman, but clearly inside he was a man. It was easy to mistake him for a woman if seen incorrectly. His build was so slender it made one doubt how he wielded a sword.

'But I can feel it.'

Just as Serine grew stronger, the Goddess's apostle also grew stronger. The final enemy would be stronger than anyone.

"In that sense, the thoughts and doctrines of the Church of War are completely unnecessary for the world the next generation will lead…."

"Are you done talking?"

"Huh?"

Scrape!

The sound of slashing was clean. Ilena did not notice Sion drawing his sword. When he came to his senses, one arm was falling to the ground.

"Blabbering. Don't make noise and just attack."

Click.

Sion held his demonic sword and glared at Ilena. Ilena stared at the rapidly regenerating arm, then lifted his head.

Then he stretched the corner of his mouth to his cheekbones.

"How dare you interrupt the Supreme Goddess's words, you bug!"

Screeech!

Ilena's blade emitted blue sword energy and sliced the sky.

Whoosh!

Sion instantly got behind Ilena. Leaping quickly with space movement, he slashed his back.

Slash!

Blood scattered in the sky. Ilena quickly withdrew his body and spewed sword energy like crazy.

Boom! Boom!

Blue trajectories embroidered the sky. Sion dodged the sword energy with power enough to carve out mountain ranges by merely moving his body slightly.

Reading the fighting spirit and moving in advance minimized the movement. Ilena's agitation grew noticeably larger.

Ilena threw away his sword and took out a new weapon. Water gathered before him and created a spear shaft.

"Spear of the Deep Sea."

Ilena muttered that and began rotating the spear.

Boom—! Boom—!

He added rotational force by spinning the spear with flashy movements. Moisture gathered on the spear like a tornado.

"Judgment of Water."

Ilena extended his arm greatly. The tornado exploded and shot Divine Power.

Crash-crash-crash!

The tornado hit Sion directly. It was a divine weapon personally bestowed by Serine. No matter how much of an apostle, the moment one takes this attack directly, not even a form will remain.

Whoosh—

"Now it's over…."

Just as Ilena quietly lowered the spear shaft, his breathing slowly became ragged. A slight shake also appeared in his pupils.

Screee—!

A rushing sound followed belatedly. It was the blade swung by the Goddess of War's apostle.

"Cough."

His nape burned hot.

"What?"

Ilena touched his neck and looked back.

Sion shook off the blood on the blade. He was not hurt at all. He swung his sword looking completely unscratched.

"Uh, ugh."

Ilena's regeneration was significantly slow. If hit one more time, he could not survive even with Serine's blessing.

It was an unexpected situation. Ilena only swallowed saliva gulpingly. He couldn't understand how he was fine after taking that attack. He had definitely confirmed a direct hit.

"H-how did you do it?"

Ilena asked trembling. Something was wrong, very wrong.

"I didn't do anything."

"What?"

"It just looked like it would hit."

"What kind of nonsense is that?"

Sion approached slowly. Fluttering his black cloak, he stood before Ilena with an emotionless face.

Ilena's regeneration finished, but his will to fight broke.

The presence felt from Sion now was beyond imagination. The feeling from the beginning and now was completely different. He had become an entirely different person.

It was as distant as if the Goddess of War had manifested before his eyes.

"At first, I was worried because Goddess Serine's power became too strong. But after exchanging a few attacks, I understood."

"……What?"

"That Lady Achille is much stronger."

Serine was agitated. The blue light in her eyes shook. That gaze was directed at the soul inside Sion.

Whoosh!

Sion swung his arm. In an instant, he cut off Ilena's hands and feet and kicked his chest.

A blue meteor fell from the sky. It was the exact center of Elim.

Boom— Vroom!

Ilena's treatment now fell into Achille's hands. In Elim, Evil Gods were abundant in the past. The moment Ilena fell into the midst of them, there was nothing he could do.

The reason the Evil Gods had been silent until now was because they didn't know how an existence like Serine would emerge. It was just a risk of causing a greater catastrophe if they stepped out recklessly.

But the right person to solve this problem appeared. Serine just needs to be left to Sion and Achille.

From now on, anyone attacking Elim was a target for annihilation.

Whoosh—!

Sion defeated the Apostle of Water and crossed the sky once again.

The Apostle of War descended right above the center of the Imperial Army filled with the color of blood protection.

The surroundings fell silent. An unspeakable pressure was felt from Sion, who gazed at the knights on the ground with his sword hanging down.

"Uh, ugh."

"Damn… damn!"

"I-I can't do this anymore."

The knights began to throw away their weapons. As soon as the power obtained from the star manifested, everyone lost the will to fight.

It was the intimidation of the Goddess of War.

The oppression of the absolute ruler.

It was the fighting spirit of the peak.

"Everyone surrender. There is no mercy for those holding weapons."

The sky rang. Sion's voice was like thunder.

Thump!

The Apostle of War fell like thunder. Imperial Knights sat on their buttocks and stepped back like scared dogs.

He was a walking disaster.

No one dared to rush forward. Courage and aggressiveness were gelded on the spot.

Even without the effect of intimidation, the Imperial Army's face would have been crushed.

Stomp, stomp.

Sion stood before the Imperial Knight Commander. Even the commander who had been through all sorts of battles could not reach for his sword.

"Uh, ugh."

"Aren't you… surrendering?"

Sion asked as if joking. The commander sweated coldly. The word surrender wouldn't fall from his lips.

He would rather commit suicide.

However, he knew that even his life was already in the Apostle of War's hands. He desires submission.

"For the crime of arbitrarily invading the Goddess of War's sanctuary. Bow your head and beg for forgiveness."

Thump.

The Apostle of War's solemn words fell. The Imperial Knights' bodies did not obey.

"A-alright."

Clang!

The Imperial Knight Commander threw away his sword. Giving up everything, kneeling was surprisingly easy. Following him, the Imperial Army all threw away their weapons.

They bent their knees and bowed their heads due to irresistible bondage.

Standing in the area was only one person.

Only one Goddess of War's apostle.

He conquered without fighting.

Conflict disappeared before overwhelming power.

They lost the will to fight.

Knowing that drawing a sword means death, those with much to lose do not draw swords.

The war stopped. It was a miracle caused by Sion's existence alone.

As Sion walked past the Imperial Knight Commander, the Imperial Army parted left and right. There was no one blocking the Goddess of War's holy knight.

At this moment, the Apostle of War exerted more influence than the Emperor or the Goddess of Water. Those remaining here were under Achille's dominion.

Halt.

Sion stopped his movement. Even though he conquered the Imperial Army, there was a force that had not yet surrendered.

They were knights who believed in the Goddess of Water. They were masters of strange swordsmanship called the Mist Knights.

"Please move aside."

Sion said softly. However, no one moved an inch.

Despite seeing the Apostle of Water shattered miserably, there was no sign of making way for Sion.

'Your courage is commendable.'

Just as Sion was about to lift his sword mercilessly again.

Slide…

Splash.

"Huh?"

Sion frowned. An unbelievable thing happened.

'Damn it.'

He had no choice but to admit it. Serine was an excellent commander. The Goddess of Water was a genius of deception.

All the Mist Knights liquefied and seeped into the ground. All that remained was Sion and Serine.

Slide.

Water droplets gathered and revealed Serine's form before Sion.

'Did you plan this from the start?'

The Imperial Army was a sacrifice anyway, and the Mist Knights were a trick.

Serine's true intention was to have a conversation with Sion. An equal situation without restrictions like last time.

'Perhaps she prepared something even more advantageous. No, definitely.'

Serine smiled warmly. Tilting her head slightly, she looked exactly like a girl of the same age.

'What poison is hidden behind that clear smile without a single shadow….'

Serine said,

"Hello? Friend."

"I've never had a friend like you."

"If we've met once, we're friends. Right?"

Sion did not respond. Not knowing when mental interference might occur, he remained alert without delaying a second.

"Say what you have to say."

"Something to say? Is there such a separate thing? I just came to talk. Conversation."

"We are talking."

Serine smiled lightly. Her thinly opened eyes seemed to look down on Sion.

"You have no leisure, Apostle of War."

"I am not relaxing my tension."

"Enough with word games. Yes, you are a boring human. You, human."

"Yes."

"……I wish to sign an armistice agreement around here."

"Ar-mistice?"

Sion frowned. Achille, who had been listening silently, also tilted her head slightly. Around her were Menesia and Emily too. They played the role of perfect assistants to the Goddess of War.

"Suddenly?"

When there was no response from Achille, Sion asked indifferently. Thinking it was Achille's intention for him to lead the conversation.

"Yes, armistice. The fake peace Achille desires so much. A twisted conviction that forces submission by crushing with power."

Power entered Sion's fist.

She defiled and insulted Achille's conviction. But logically, every word was correct. Sion also thought Achille's ideal was a necessary evil.

"What do you want?"

At Sion's question, Serine opened her mouth as if waiting.

"A new humanity. Clearing away the old legacy of Eru and electing a new ruler to lead a new era."

"And that is you?"

"I am not very interested in becoming the Supreme Goddess myself. As long as anyone promises to realize my thoughts, I do not want conflict either."

Sion clicked his tongue slightly. He was rude even before a Goddess. But Serine could hardly be called a Goddess anymore.

She had become an existence of a different dimension beyond an Evil God. She threatens the very existence of humanity. And with very pure aspirations.

'I must kill her now….'

[You thought you must kill her now, didn't you?]

It was the exact moment Sion thought that. Serine's voice flowed into his brain.

Throb— A headache was transmitted. His teeth ground from the terrible shock.

[I knew. Everything. I knew… how cruel and stupid you and Achille are.]

[Shall I tell you Achille's secret? You foolish and naive apostle?]

[Achille probably said she killed her sisters because of the drug I gave, right? Haha, that's not it.]

[I gave nothing to Achille. She just used me as an excuse to kill the women she didn't like!]