Apostle of the Goddess of War

Chapter 140

Ch.140 Apostle of the Goddess of War

Magwen twisted the corner of her mouth.

And she spoke, filled with contempt and relief.

“Quietly accept your death. Human.”

“I was surprised, though. She betrayed me in the end, but she really did bring me to the ‘gate’.”

“As I said, I wasn’t completely loyal to the Evil God. A half-hearted faith, you could say. But I had no intention of siding with humans either. I’m still a demon, after all. Right?”

“Have you been killing people this way?”

Magwen, burning away with black divine power, responded to Sion’s question.

“In all those long years, it’s not like no humans ever drifted here. Very, very rarely, they did. Some formed expeditions. There were also fearless adventurers.”

“And then?”

Crunch, crunch

Magwen’s head, turning to ash and crumbling.

Yet, she did not stop.

She squeezed out every last bit of breath she had left.

“They all died. By the hands of the ‘true’ guardian of the gate.”

“True, guardian?”

Kooong!

At that moment.

Suddenly, a whirlpool formed in the middle of the sea, and a massive wave surged as if the terrain itself was moving. A hole opened in the center of the sea, creating a slope in the flow of the waves.

The wave was so immense that everyone fighting fiercely lost their balance, and no one could continue the fight. They clung to the capsizing hull, straining not to fall into the sea.

In the terrifyingly swirling center of the sea.

A massive spire gradually revealed itself and surged upwards.

A black tower covered in grown shells and coral stood in the middle of the sea. It was mysterious and majestic.

‘Something that huge, where was it hiding?’

Sion’s wonder was brief.

He realized the weight in his grasp had vanished.

Magwen, her face with only one eye remaining, left her final words.

“With this, am I freed……?”

“You look disappointed.”

“I’ve lived a long time.”

Magwen continued with cryptic words.

“But I feel refreshed. Thanks to you, I’ve found true freedom, you see.”

Kill any invaders who come.

If you can’t kill them, bring them here and feed them to the guardian.

It was the price for not serving any Goddess in particular and roaming this vast sea freely.

Magwen, who craved freedom, lived a life more caged than anyone.

“See you in hell. Apostle of the War Goddess.”

Psssak.

Magwen turned to ash and vanished.

Sion clenched the ashes left on his fist, taking in the spire that soared as if touching the sky.

And.

‘Strong.’

He felt an intense hostility directed at him, shooting from the top of the spire.

Sion realized that the black hostility was the guardian Magwen had mentioned.

Around the time the rough sea, threatening to capsize everything, calmed, and the stars in the sky became visible over the sea again.

‘Coming.’

Sion raised his sword and swung it.

Piiing!

The movement came first.

The phenomenon followed.

A green beam shot from the top of the spire, and Sion split it with his demon sword. The beam split into three, burning the hull, flags, and sea.

KwaKwaKwak!

The sea surface evaporated. Panicked people soaked in terror stared at the sky.

An angel of death descended from the sky.

No, perhaps it came from the sea.

The being with a single eye on its face slowly descended onto the hull.

Jjeok.

The large, vertically slit pupil scanned the surroundings.

An unapproachable murderous intent emanated from the eyeball possessing the colors of the abyss. No one could breathe easily.

Even with a hand on their swords, no one dared draw them against the enemy. It was an oppressive feeling hard to describe as forcefulness, pressure, or anything else.

There was one person who endured this pressure and moved.

“Are you the guardian?”

It was Sion.

“……Are you the one who killed Magwen?”

The being, whose gender was hard to discern, looked at Sion and slowly opened its mouth.

“What if I am?”

“What if? What is the intent of your question?”

Sion furrowed the area under his eyes. It felt like a normal conversation wasn’t possible. Was it because it lived buried in the deep sea? Its thinking felt alien.

“I heard you guard the gate. I need you to open it.”

Sion took a fighting stance. The guardian closed and opened its vertically slit eye once. The reptilian nictitating membrane moved disgustingly.

“So you’re after the gate. Magwen did her part. She served as good bait. We’ve caught quite a big fish this time.”

The guardian, who had been muttering to itself, stared directly at Sion. It felt like one could get trapped in the monster’s pupils.

No one was breathing properly even now. They were afraid their breathing might be heard, or a drop of sweat might fall and draw attention.

The War Cult Apostle, who was conversing normally with that monster, felt even more monstrous.

“A fine meal after so long. I will devour you completely, lackey of the Goddess of War.”

With a deadly warning.

Sssaak!

A breeze blew.

The guardian vanished from Sion’s sight.

Sion detected the movement with his widely spread divine power. His head turned quickly.

“Die.”

The guardian appeared behind Sion and spewed out demonic energy as if vomiting it.

‘Fast!’

Ssswaaaak!

Sion swung his demon sword, pouring power into it. The demon sword greedily spewed power.

It was absorbing the demonic energy. A fluke only possible for a demon sword cursed by demonic energy.

KooKwaaaaang!

The demon sword, struck directly by the demonic energy beam, glowed bright red. It was an enormous magical power. The demon sword was on the verge of bursting.

‘The demon sword is heavy.’

I can’t swing it like this. It will take time to fully digest the demonic energy.

Sseut!

The guardian moved again. This time, its eyeball appeared from the side. Its eye contained powerful demonic energy.

Trigger.

Ziiiiing!

The colossal force swirling in the fired demonic energy beam was immense. Just the aftermath shattered the hull, and the sea surface split along the path of the beam racing over the water.

It was an overwhelming power itself.

‘That was dangerous.’

It’s a skill that makes even Sion tense.

“Are you okay?”

Sion asked as he set Jien down. Jien had been in the trajectory of the beam. No matter how skilled Jien was, having been recognized and become an attendant, reacting to an opponent of that level was difficult.

If Sion hadn’t saved her, her upper body would have been blown away by now.

“Y, yes.”

Jien didn’t even understand what had happened. She just had to hold onto her trembling legs and endure.

“Set. Take the people and return to the original ship as much as possible. Only I should remain on the pirate ship.”

Sion commanded. His eyes had changed. Having roughly gauged the opponent’s level, he intended to fight with power matching it.

Sion ran without waiting for an answer.

Because the guardian gave no respite.

Kung!

The guardian’s magical power struck the hull again. Holes appeared all over the ship. It felt like it was slowly sinking as water filled it.

“Hurry! We’re moving ships!”

Set began directing the people.

‘I mustn’t get in brother’s way.’

It’s a fight on a different level. Ordinary humans can’t participate. Their presence was less than that of mayflies flying into a flame.

Confirming the people were moving ships, Sion reached out into the air.

“Judging by your skill, you seem to be at least an Apostle of the Evil God.”

Sion recited as he drew a large black sword from a subspace.

“That sword. I’ve seen it somewhere.”

The guardian said, narrowing its vertical eye. It was a greatsword that instinctively evoked rejection.

“It’s my teacher’s armament.”

“……Garfenn. Yes, I remember.”

“Have you met?”

The guardian shook its head.

“No. I just shared memories. Even so, goosebumps rise on my skin. Is it fear?”

Silence continued.

They faced each other, their auras constantly clashing without rest. The sea wind grew stronger, the currents bent. The wooden deck of the ship cracked gradually. It was a fight waged solely by the clash of demonic energy and divine power, without physical combat.

Kwaa— Jik!

Suddenly, Sion stepped into close quarters. Clawing the floor, he thrust the black greatsword upwards. The moment the black divine power split the space, the guardian sensed death.

Whoosh!

Instantly, the guardian’s shoulder flew off. The strike was too fast; its agile reaction was a beat too late.

Its vision darkened for a moment.

The greatsword was flying towards the guardian’s flank.

The guardian, unpanicked, stretched out its arm.

A protective shield with three layered barriers, like lotus petals, unfolded along its palm.

Jjaeng!

The three-layered barrier shattered like glass. It was an instant. The massive destructive power of the greatsword combined with the Goddess of War’s divine power created an overwhelming force.

“That won’t be enough!”

Sion swung the greatsword, chasing the guardian who was fleeing after losing both arms. The swiftly fluttering black cloak looked like a grim reaper.

Hwaak!

The greatsword was swung as if splitting a rock. Sword waves spread in all directions, tearing the air apart.

Hwoong!

No feeling of contact. The guardian dodged this time too. It was extraordinarily fast.

A top-tier demon. A skill worthy of an Apostle.

The guardian stood at the very edge of the ship and stretched its mouth corners wide.

“Entertaining. Truly, a worthy opponent after so long. Fitting of the Goddess of War’s Apostle.”

Waves swirled and rose beneath the guardian’s feet.

The way it manipulated the surrounding environment freely was astonishing. Sion frowned at the sight.

‘It’s tremendous magic.’

Handling demonic energy is as natural as breathing. It might be easy to analyze the structure and break it, but the surroundings were all seawater.

Shattering the magic itself was meaningless. It could draw upon it endlessly.

‘Not easy.’

I must kill the caster in one breath. It wouldn’t be strange if it changed its mind at any moment and shattered the ship itself, massacring everyone.

“Sufficient caliber.”

The guardian said.

A slight excitement could even be felt in its voice.

“I am the one who has guarded this gate in the deep sea for an eternity. Boredom is my greatest enemy.”

An immortal being staying in one place, performing only one task. Boredom was a companion to the guardian’s life.

The guardian spoke calmly.

“I am the Apostle of the Abyss.”

Hwioooooo!

Behind the being who declared itself the Apostle of the Abyss, three pairs of water pillars surged upwards.

“The one who guards the gate leading to the abyss.”

Then, its vanished arms regrew, and it formed some kind of hand seal, bringing both hands together in front of its chest as if holding a sphere.

“Can you break my undefeated record of never having let anyone pass through this place even once?”

Responding to the deliberately provocative tone, Sion gladly replied.

“If I defeat you, can I pass through the gate?”

“Yes. For I myself am the gate.”

“What’s beyond the gate?”

The Apostle of the Abyss twisted its mouth into a smile.

“You must win the answer yourself. Isn’t that so? Apostle of the Goddess of War.”

Sion also smiled.

“That’s what I want.”

Jjeooeoeong!

Kwagagagak!

The sea whirlpool instantly expanded its area and swallowed the ship. A storm raged.

Sion took a defensive stance with the greatsword larger than his body and heightened his sensory perception.

‘Where? Where is it coming from.’

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

“……?”

He couldn’t breathe.

His movements slowed.

Not only were his limbs not free, but a tremendous pressure was felt throughout his body.

‘This is like—’

It felt like he had entered the deep sea.

Sion opened his eyes wide without a word. Only then did his vision restore.

He wasn’t on the ship.

It was just the deep sea, pitch black without a single light. It was undoubtedly the mental realm unfolded by the Apostle of the Abyss.

Kooooooo!

At that moment, Sion flinched his neck.

He was wounded on the back of his neck. Something massive and unseen grazed past Sion’s neck.

Sion held his breath and laughed as if finding it absurd.

‘Haha. Entertaining.’

The domain of the deep sea.

Attacks by monstrous lifeforms fitting for the deep sea.

It seemed like he had less than a minute left to live like this.

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