Apostle of the Goddess of War

Chapter 98

Ch.98 Apostle of the Goddess of War

It was a day of torrential rain.  

Kurung, kururung…….  

Angry lightning struck mercilessly without pause.  

It felt as if the Goddess of Wisdom was enraged—demanding they stop resisting and surrender the priestess.  

The dampness clinging to his entire body felt as heavy as a thousand catties. In every way, this was not a day suitable for battle.  

“…….”  

Tension filled the air.  

On the city walls, the faces of the Order of the War Knight were clearly tense.  

Some clutched their necklaces, continuously, continuously praying.  

‘The Goddess of War is with us.’  

They didn’t know of Achille’s absence. Only a tiny few in Elim were aware of that fact.  

Ironically, not knowing sometimes gave them more courage. Now, ignorance was a blessing.  

‘Focus.’  

Sion cleanly dismissed his thoughts. To be honest, he was more curious about what awaited at the end of this battle.  

Just in case, he had already evacuated Kaili into Elim Forest.  

If the defensive line was breached, he trusted the Goddess of Wildflowers to protect her.  

Kung, kung, kung!  

The marching footsteps of the Scales Knight Order echoed like war drums. Their movements were precise, as if they were one body.  

That alone was oppressive to the enemy.  

It was a kind of performance meant to seize the initiative.  

‘We mustn’t retreat already.’  

Kiiing!  

Refusing to be outdone, Sion drew his sword and shouted.  

“The Goddess of War is with us!”  

One beat late, Kegan also drew his sword.  

“We will win! Believe in the Goddess of War!”  

Marquisin joined in as well.  

“The great tree of the Goddess of Wildflowers will protect us.”  

This side wasn’t weak either.  

A force not easily dismissed had now gathered within the War Cult.  

The Elim that once forced Sion to carry everything alone no longer existed.  

Puuu— Buum—!  

The war horn began to resound with majestic power.  

A gift from Foils, this war horn was perfect for heightening emotions that had begun to wane.  

“Come on! Come on, you bastards!”  

“We don’t have confidence. We’re afraid of losing.”  

“Crazy bastards.”  

Even the young War Knights, including Set and Tier, felt their chests swell with emotion.  

At first, they had been terrified at the thought of a ‘real’ war.  

They had lain awake at night, and after experiencing the power of the Apostle of Wisdom, they had wanted to run away.  

Please, please…  

I don’t want to die here.  

Yet not a single one ran away or trembled in defeat.  

Despite their fear, they climbed the walls and held their positions.  

They might be inadequate, but they were still disciples of war.  

They had trained hard, shedding blood and sweat in the sacred land of the Goddess of War.  

From their heightened emotions, fierce fighting spirit surged forth.  

The Order of the War Knight desired war.  

“Woooohhh!”  

Set clenched his fist and roared, directed at the Scales Knight Order below, standing in the rain.  

“Waaaaaahhh!”  

The battle cry overwhelmed the top of the walls.  

Everyone, without exception, screamed at the top of their lungs until their throats tore. Sion didn’t hold back either.  

The Goddess of War is with us.  

Infuse my blade with the power of destruction.  

Chwek!  

Arwen raised her hand. In perfect unison, the Order of the War Knight drew their swords.  

Rainwater ran down the blades held before them.  

Battle was imminent.  

Extreme excitement dominated the space.  

Whoosh!  

Cutting through the heated air,  

Sion leapt from the top of the wall.  

Taat!  

A light landing, barely splashing any rainwater.  

Sion rose, his black cloak billowing. His build wasn’t massive, but that strange presence of his began to consume the surroundings.  

The Scales Knight Order members facing him swallowed hard.  

Their instincts, honed to extreme levels, told them:  

That man is dangerous.  

He’s on a completely different level.  

Sion’s lethal divine aura swept through the hesitant ranks of the Scales Knights.  

“Listen well, enemies!”  

Sion, the knight of the WarCult, shouted toward them—the current face of the cult, its leader, the next apostle.  

“You have dared to step into the sacred territory of the Goddess of War and commit wicked acts. This is an abominable crime, shameful even for the Wisdom Cult, who are not followers of the Evil God!”  

Sion dragged his sword across the ground.  

Kwak!  

“If you cross this line, you die. I will show no mercy—not even to a cult of the Round Table.”  

Sion opened his eyes wide and shouted in furious voice.  

“Kneel now and apologize! Prove to me that you are not followers of the Evil God!”  

The War Knights on the walls, the Scales Knight Order, even Arwen—everyone turned their attention to Sion’s voice.  

It was a voice that seized the heart.  

It had the power to draw people in.  

Now, everyone looked only at Sion.  

Sion accepted all those gazes and burdens and smiled.  

Amidst the atmosphere, rising like rolling waves.  

Sion raised his sword.  

“The Goddess of War is with us.”  

Waaaaaahhh!  

A black streak of light shot forward with the war cry.  

In response, a blue flash also tore across the ground.  

Kwaaaaaang!  

The dark blue light exploded.  

***  

Ka—ang!  

They clashed swords fiercely, sliding their feet.  

Blades grinding against each other, locked in confrontation.  

Uuuuuhhh!  

Pale blue light trembled in all directions. The black divine energy also swayed powerfully.  

Sion accelerated his divine ring to maximum speed to counter Arwen’s attack. He had to exert his entire being—otherwise, he couldn’t stop this woman.  

On the battlefield atop the walls, groans and the sounds of weapons filled the air. Everyone had begun their own war.  

As the war began, the rain gradually stopped. Instead, the war song brutally replaced the sound of thunder.  

Kaang!  

Their swords clashed once, then bounced apart.  

Arwen, perhaps because her injuries hadn’t fully healed, didn’t possess the same overwhelming strength as before.  

‘I can do this.’  

Sion provoked her as he thrust his blade.  

“Your wounds haven’t healed yet, have they?”  

“They hurt a lot.”  

“Then why come back instead of staying quiet?”  

“Not until I receive the priestess.”  

Their eyes met.  

Arwen’s eyes gazed at Sion with a childlike innocence. Sion slowly moved his lips.  

“You’re not really after the priestess.”  

“…….”  

The conversation briefly halted. Arwen’s aquamarine eyes looked at Sion, filled with suspicion and bewilderment.  

“What are you talking about?”  

Arwen asked.  

Her slightly furrowed eyes looked strangely cute.  

“Just as I thought.”  

Sion instantly became certain.  

This woman has her own hidden agenda.  

Kaang!  

Sion’s attack cut deeply and heavily. Arwen effortlessly deflected it with a dance-like motion, then raised her eyes sharply.  

“What did you say?”  

Chae-chang!  

Kuuung!  

In the midst of the fierce battle, Sion spoke.  

“If you were after the priestess, you would’ve taken her already.”  

“Nonsense.”  

“You don’t even know where the priestess is right now, do you?”  

“……?”  

Sion casually slung his sword over his shoulder and began circling Arwen.  

“The priestess has already been smuggled to Foils. Yet you showed no interest in retrieving her. Normally, you’d have scouts gathering information.”  

Arwen retorted.  

“What if I already sent someone there? Haven’t you considered that this battle might just be a diversion to draw attention?”  

Sion confirmed his victory for the second time.  

‘So she really doesn’t know?’  

The provocation had succeeded. A smile rose to Sion’s lips.  

“Senior. You truly don’t know anything. The priestess hasn’t moved a single step from Elim.”  

“…….”  

Finally.  

Arwen, who had been speaking fluently like a waterfall, fell completely silent. It was a direct hit.  

At the very least, he had won the verbal battle.  

Sion smiled.  

“What’s your real intention? Why go through all this trouble to attack Elim?”  

“That kind of thing—”  

Arwen’s figure suddenly vanished.  

“Damn it!”  

Sion raised his sword. By the time he felt the heavy impact of Kaang!, his body was already flying.  

Paaang!  

Sion crashed straight into the wall. That was the power of Arwen’s strike. Sion spat out a mouthful of blood and twisted his lips.  

“That monster.”  

Arwen walked slowly forward, sword lowered, footsteps perfectly composed.  

Instead, her expression was utterly cold.  

She looked like someone whose most sensitive nerve had been struck.  

Arwen warned Sion.  

“There’s something— you’re seriously misunderstanding, so I’ll tell you.”  

She slowly spread her divine energy.  

“We’ve only used the most humane methods possible as a Cult of the Round Table.”  

Like paint being applied, the scenery around her began to change. A blue sky, endless scales visible beyond…  

A mental world.  

‘Is she really planning to fight seriously?’  

The intensity was extraordinary, even shocking Sion. It was stronger than what he had seen the previous night.  

“I’ll clearly teach you that I’m not holding back because I can’t—but because I choose not to.”  

Just as Sion tried to project his own mental world against the unusually vivid blue sky,  

“Stop—”  

A thunderous voice echoed through the air, ringing in their ears. Was that truly a human voice?  

It was so loud that every knight engaged in fierce combat instantly stopped fighting.  

Without exception, every single one turned their heads toward the source of the voice.  

When Arwen saw it, her eyes widened as if they would pop out.  

“That’s…!”  

A flag.  

The first thing that caught the eye was a pure white banner embroidered with a golden eight-winged symbol.  

Beneath it stood a knight clad in platinum armor, and a beam of light shone upon the white knight from the sky, where dark clouds had split apart.  

A truly sacred moment.  

Even someone unfamiliar would instinctively bow their head in reverence upon witnessing this scene.  

“Ah, the Goddess of Light.”  

One of the Scales Knights sighed.  

The pinnacle of all Goddesses who created the Round Table and the world.  

The envoys of the Goddess of Light, Eru, had arrived in Elim.  

Kiiing. Tuk.  

Arwen sheathed her sword.  

As if her fighting spirit had been lost—or stolen.  

Her face twisted in an unreadable expression.  

“Why are the Holy Sword Brigade here…?”  

Sion murmured.  

Arwen shook her head.  

“No, above the Holy Sword Brigade.”  

“What?”  

“The Commander of the Holy Sword Brigade. Only the commander’s banner bears eight wings.”  

Sion looked again at the flag.  

It was hard to see clearly with the light behind it, but one thing was certain.  

Even if he and Arwen combined their strength, they likely couldn’t defeat the person leading that group.  

***  

The war with the Wisdom Cult ended pathetically.  

The reason was third-party intervention.  

Ordinary beings couldn’t restrain the Wisdom Cult’s reckless actions.  

Even if other Round Table cults intervened, Arwen wouldn’t have stopped.  

Only one exception:  

If the one being capable of stopping Arwen had appeared, the situation would change.  

And precisely that one person had arrived in Elim.  

Why? For what purpose?  

Arwen showed obvious displeasure, clearly not having expected this at all, and walked with Sion toward the Commander of the Holy Sword Brigade.  

The commander also dismounted from his white horse and descended the hill.  

The representatives of each cult met in the middle.  

Sion met the eyes of the Holy Sword Brigade Commander. The commander remained on horseback, looking down at Sion and Arwen with no particular reaction, as if ruling like a king.  

Sion spoke loudly.  

“This is the sacred territory of the Goddess of War. Please dismount and show proper respect.”  

How absurdly bold. Sion knew it. It would seem arrogant.  

Yet a flicker of interest appeared on the commander’s otherwise expressionless face. He slightly raised one corner of his mouth.  

Then he dismounted.  

His appearance was like that of a light knight from myth.  

Not only a righteous, dignified, and upright face, but also a powerful build as if capable of crushing any evil in the world. And an aura rivaling Garfenn’s.  

At a single glance, it was clear.  

This man stood at the pinnacle of the mortal realm.  

Even against Garfenn, the outcome of a fight couldn’t be casually predicted.  

‘If the commander of the Holy Sword Brigade is this monstrous… then what about the Apostle of Light?’  

He momentarily shelved the sudden question.  

Sion opened his mouth.  

“I am Sion of the War Cult. I’ve heard you are the commander of the Holy Sword Brigade. What is your purpose here?”  

The commander glanced briefly at Sion, then parted his lips, which had remained closed until now.  

“To end this idiotic war.”

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