Apostle of the Goddess of War

Chapter 183

Ch.183 Apostle of the Goddess of War

Divine power is the most important combat weapon.

Sion was fighting while receiving it infinitely. There was no need to draw power separately. The Goddesses filled the Divine power Sion lacked and became shields for him at every appropriate place.

Boom— Bang! Pop!

Roaring sounds spread without stopping. Amidst the power of destruction occurring from all sides, Sion struggled even to maintain his consciousness.

Even in such a state, Sion kept his mind clear. Even in the raging storm of destruction, he constantly tried to open the single door for victory.

It was impossible to fight at the level of battling ordinary mages, apostles, or Evil Gods. It felt like trying to run at full speed in the middle of the deep sea to slice the enemy's neck. It was impossible.

Every time sound and vibration were felt, his gathered spirit wavered, and it felt as though he would lose consciousness.

Booooom!

Due to extreme concentration, the explosion sounds heard here and there sounded drawn out. Sion ran through the future while hacking through the past.

'It's impossible to grasp with eyes.'

Sion closed his eyes from the middle of the battle. He had to escape the limits of the physical body. He began to fight relying on something closer to senses, sixth sense, and instinct rather than sight.

'Block all unnecessary information. Let's detect only the God of Destruction.'

The sense drawn in his head became much clearer. As it became three-dimensional and clean, even parts missed by the eyes were visible. He even learned the shocking fact that the God of Destruction had not moved a single moment until now.

'Is he exercising physical force just with imagination? Like a monster!'

Sion gritted his teeth. He could feel his teeth cracking. He was powerless to the point of splitting.

Even using all the weapons and lethal powers bestowed by all the Goddesses in the world, they did not reach the God of Destruction. Sion was overwhelmingly disadvantaged in the war of attrition.

Vroom.

Suddenly, space tore from behind Sion, and an arm popped out. It was an arm wielded by the God of Destruction. It struck Sion.

Boom!

Sion quickly swung the great sword behind his back to block. However, he could not offset the impact.

"Ugh!"

Sion flew straight to the God of Destruction. The moment he controlled his body with flying ability, the God of Destruction was already before him, eyes wide open.

Rattle!

Golden chains popped out from the void and bound Sion. His limbs could not move.

"Aaaah!"

It was useless even if Sion exerted strength. It was not a chain made physically.

"It is over to play along with war games. I will proceed with destruction."

Screeech.

A sword appeared in the sky. It was a long and huge sword, enough to cover a city.

The heavenly sword fell toward Sion's stomach.

Whoosh!

The scale of the battle exceeds the category of imagination.

Clouds split, and the atmosphere cried insanely.

Even the Goddesses trembled and squeezed their eyes shut.

Clang!

There was someone who blocked the blade from falling from the sky.

It was Arwen fluttering a blue cloak.

It wasn't one person. The Apostle of Purity, Ravienne, also lent her strength.

Two powerful apostles poured all their strength and deflected the sword falling from heaven. They succeeded in breaking the God of Destruction's power once.

The price was…… great.

The Goddess of Wisdom and the Goddess of Purity staggered simultaneously. They knelt and vomited blood.

They had given all the power and abilities they could give to their apostles. The two Goddesses were now ahead of ascension.

Achille spoke to them as they crumbled in a calm tone.

"Sisters, I will definitely take you to the other side."

"Achille… make it comfortable."

"Haa. I'm tired."

Goddesses disappeared one by one. Their souls would wander somewhere in the world. Even after the war ended, Achille had much to do.

"So this is what a Supreme Goddess is."

Achille bit her lip firmly. Feeling sadness was a luxury even now. She must concentrate on war. She must constantly add strength to Sion, read the war situation, and send knights to appropriate places.

'Still, the grasp is finished.'

As much as Sion bought time, information was acquired.

All that remained was the counterattack of humanity and the Goddesses. Achille grabbed the baton and began to move the legion.

When Achille gave an order, the Priestess of the Goddess of War held the flag. Soldiers seeing that began to charge in accordance with the movement.

'It's a war of attrition. I must sacrifice many humans.'

He must give Sion a chance by bartering human lives.

It was not something a Goddess who protects and loves humans should do.

However.

Nevertheless.

Someone needs to take the villainous role.

Achille humbly faced the fact that it was the commander's and the Supreme Goddess's share to endure.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Drum sounds ring. The 1st Legion in charge of the left wing began to advance. They jumped into the storm of extinction without hesitation.

"The Goddess is with us! Our souls will be saved!"

Kegan drove his horse at the forefront. Going most ahead, he became a wolf freer than ever and bared his fangs.

"Attack!"

"Save the Apostle of War!"

The magnificent cries of the knights rang through the battlefield. Chests tingled.

Set, following behind him, also shouted as if vomiting from his throat.

"Offer your hearts to the Goddess of War—!"

Whoosh.

It was an instant.

The moment they broke through the God of Destruction's domain, their forms disappeared. Those lacking Divine power turned into a handful of dust as soon as they entered the space.

Only knights held by faith and Divine power maintained the charge. They proceeded with the march with faces turned blue.

Comrades' fragments scattered before their eyes.

"……!"

Death awaits.

They had to run knowing it.

They could not reduce speed.

Only those who believe in salvation will reach.

They offer their hearts with the single mission of giving the Apostle of War a chance.

Whoosh!

Kegan's arms and legs at the forefront all flew off. Biting the reins with his mouth was all he could do to endure.

"Commander!"

"This is as far as I go! Set! You are the next Commander of the War Knights. I leave the rear to you."

Whoosh.

Kegan disappeared. Set's eyes widened as if they would pop out. His head turned white instantly.

Someone ran while hooking him.

"Tier?"

"Commander! Wake up! Stand at the forefront!"

"Ugh…."

Set drove his horse again. The horses also disappeared one by one.

Soon they had to run immediately. Everyone took steps while crying.

The closer they got to the God of Destruction, the harder it was to maintain body and mind.

"Oh, my."

The God of Destruction admired him. He didn't think there would be humans who reached him.

An unexpected thing happened. A crack formed in the God of Destruction too.

"Kill that, that existence!"

The very few War Knights who reached here rushed at the God of Destruction.

Pwah!

Set and Tier flew simultaneously. Both lost parts of their bodies.

War Knights were shredded in an instant. The time they earned was merely a few seconds.

In those few seconds.

Screeech!

The Wildflower Knight saved Sion. He cut the chains with the Goddess of Wildflower's power and released his strength.

"Surviving War Knights! I will block this place! Tidy up the formation!"

"Sir Marquisin!"

Sion shouted belatedly, but Marquisin had already poured all his strength and rushed at the God of Destruction.

……Wildflower Knights scattered like petals.

Sion's light became dull. He had prepared himself, but seeing it with eyes was different. The shock was beyond measure.

Sion bit his lip. He felt sadness deep in his chest. Could the end of such noble knights be this futile?

He was just an elf who loved peace. He was finally able to enjoy peace, but he disappeared, becoming a wildflower.

Grind.

Sion ground his teeth without realizing.

"God, of, Destruc—tion!"

"I said it was meaningless. I certainly did."

Woooooh!

Support forces arrived from the right wing too. It was the elite of the Imperial Army and the Mage Soldier Corps. The Goddesses' Divine power forming a shape and blocking the God of Destruction's energy waves was visible to the eye.

Mage soldiers shot magic, and Imperial Knights charged honorably. The moment they swung their swords, the metal itself turned to dust.

Even if it was a meaningless attack, it bought time for Sion to catch his breath. Sion's fists trembled. Short fingernails dug into his palms enough to draw blood.

[Do not be agitated. Sion.]

Achille's message wrapped around Sion. Achille would be as resentful as Sion. As a commander, she was the Goddess who would hate this moment of sacrificing sisters and humans like tools more than anyone.

[Keep looking for a chance. It's an instant. I will create an opening somehow.]

'My Lady. B-but this is…!'

[You must not waver. Do you intend to insult the sacrifices so far, my apostle?]

'……No.'

[Concentrate. Until you win in war, wear tension as armor. Hold anger like a sword.]

The Goddess of War's anger rang in Sion's head. The desperate reason of the one who was sadder than anyone seeped under the skin.

Stomp, stomp.

Sion approached the God of Destruction again. Still, that existence destroyed all attacks without moving a single foot.

No attack poured so far reached.

'But you can't hide your expression.'

The God of Destruction cannot lie.

"You seem tired."

"What? Me?"

"Yes."

The God of Destruction looked at Sion pathetically. The expression became even more colorful.

"The concept of stamina applies only to imperfect existences. Human."

"No, you are tired. It's different from when you only do destructive acts."

"Words there is no reason to listen to."

"You're annoyed? Gradually."

"……"

The God of Destruction did not answer. No matter what Sion said, the existence only intended to finish its mission.

……That's what it thought.

But.

"Finally! Aaaah! An opening!"

Slash!

The God of Destruction's arm fell off. No blood came out. Auspicious energy shook like a heat haze in the void.

Simultaneously, the God of Destruction's pupils shook. For the first time, the color of embarrassment was evident.

"Huh? Oh?"

"Damn it. I thought I was going to die coming this far. Was it harder than holding in poop?"

The God of Destruction's pretty pupils trembled. The God of Destruction asked.

"You, what are you?"

The culprit who dropped the God of Destruction's arm grinned.

"Me? Saint Sword Commander. Though it's an old word."

"Sir Lagan!"

"Yo! You look good, you!?"

Sion waved his hand from afar. The reunion of joy was allowed only for 1 second.

The moment the God of Destruction sent its will, Lagan disappeared. Cleanly without a form.

There was no Goddess's Divine power to protect him who served only the Goddess of Light. He endured with the faith gathered until reaching the God of Destruction.

"Hah."

Sion laughed emptily. All this situation felt like a dream.

However, cracks were certainly continuing to form.

After Lagan, brave and excellent knights who reached the God of Destruction somehow put up obstruction works against the God of Destruction.

Through the Goddesses' powers and weapons, they threw sword strikes accumulated over a lifetime to make even a scratch.

All this series of processes felt like watching an obscure art piece. It felt only dreamlike, happy, and tired like having sex in the brain.

If all this was reality, Sion would despair. So he decided to think of it as a dream. He dulled his senses thinking this desperate fight would end if he woke up like a dream.

Stomp.

Sion walked while counting numbers.

It was the number of souls of the battlefield visible to his eyes, who had disappeared. There would be countless invisible sacrifices here.

Stomp.

'16 people.'

Stomp.

'21 people.'

Stomp.

'24 people.'

Sion gripped the War Sword tightly. Achille's pulse rang his palm like a blade sound.

'39 people.'

Stomp.

He reached.

The God of Destruction spoke to Sion.

"I will admit it. I'm a little tired. Is this fatigue?"

"I'm a little tired too."

The God of Destruction proposed.

"Let's truce. Sit there. I will give you water."

"……That sounds good."