All Chapters of Rise of Aretian: The Roman War Priest: Chapter 121
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Chapter 121: Divine Punishment (Part One)
“Hmph.”The sound left Ares Valen’s throat quietly, but it carried weight. Not anger. Not mockery. Just a thin slice of contempt, sharp enough to cut without effort.He stepped forward.That single step was enough to shift the world.In the same breath, the pale whites of his once sky-blue eyes disappeared, swallowed by darkness so complete it looked unnatural. There was no glow to warn anyone. No dramatic flare. The color was simply gone, replaced by a depthless black that seemed to absorb light itself.At first glance, he looked the same.The armor still fit his frame perfectly. His posture remained straight and controlled. His breathing stayed calm, steady, almost irritatingly so given the chaos around him. But no one standing nearby was fooled. Something had changed, and everyone could feel it in their bones.This was not the same Ares Valen.Something ancient had stirred within him. Something that had been buried so deeply that even memory had forgotten it. Now it was awake.His
Chapter 122: Divine Punishment (Part Two)
The battlefield did not fall silent.If anything, it felt louder than before, even without a single sword being raised.As expected, the Senate army did not break and flee simply because Ares Valen had revealed divine power. Fear passed through their ranks like a cold wind, sharp and unsettling, but fear alone had never been enough to destroy Rome. Not an empire forged through centuries of war, betrayal, and bloodshed.Rome did not kneel easily.It never had.And if Ares Valen truly intended to establish his dominion on this land, then Rome’s strength had to be claimed in its entirety. Its soldiers. Its wealth. Its faith. Nothing could be wasted. Nothing could be spared. Even the smallest fragment mattered.Yet conquest was not always achieved through endless slaughter.Sometimes, the most effective victory came from a single moment that crushed all hope of resistance.Sometimes, power had to be displayed so completely that the idea of rebellion died before it could even form.“Hmph.”
Chapter 123: Dragon Banner: Divine Restriction
For a single heartbeat, the battlefield fell silent.Not the sharp silence before steel collided, not the tense pause before a desperate charge, but something far stranger. A hollow, unsettling quiet where even the sound of breathing felt intrusive. Somewhere nearby, a soldier drew in air too quickly, the uneven gasp echoing louder than it should have.The ground was soaked dark with blood. Steam rose faintly from the soil beneath a fractured sky. Broken weapons lay scattered everywhere, half-buried among bodies that would never move again.And yet, no one moved.The Dragon Banner Guard stood frozen in place.Not because they were afraid.But because none of this made sense.Soldiers from the Breach Formation Battalion, the Shock Formation Battalion, and the Tiger Guard Battalion slowly lowered their eyes to their own hands. Veins bulged beneath their skin, pulsing as though something alive flowed through them. Thin strands of electricity crawled along their arms, snapping softly befo
Chapter 124: Rebellion
“Jupiter…”The name left Marcellus’s lips before he could stop it. It was not spoken loudly. It was not meant for anyone else to hear. It slipped out the way a prayer does, raw and unguarded, pulled straight from somewhere deep in his chest.The Sword of Rome.He repeated the title silently, letting it echo in his mind. Slowly. Carefully. Each word carried weight. Not just honor, but years of bloodshed, faith tested under fire, and decisions that had crushed men weaker than him.Ahead of him stood the figure.Bathed in blinding sunlight, tall and unmoving, it felt less like a man and more like something eternal. The light wrapped around the figure so fiercely that it almost hurt to look at. The air itself seemed different there, heavier, charged with something unseen.Sacred.Alive.Marcellus felt his hands tremble. His breathing faltered for a moment. His heart pounded hard enough that he thought others might hear it.It was not fear.Fear had never made his hands shake like this.Th
Chapter 125: The Land Turtle Legion
The first front line could no longer be called land.It had become something else.Something ruined beyond recognition.The earth had collapsed into itself, torn open by blades, trampling feet, and desperate magic. Blood seeped through the broken soil in slow, heavy streams, collecting in shallow depressions as though the ground itself were bleeding. Bodies lay scattered in every direction. Some were intact, their faces frozen in the moment they realized they would not survive. Others were crushed so deeply into the mud that only twisted armor, shattered weapons, or fragments of bone hinted that a person had once stood there.The air was unbearable.It reeked of iron and decay, of sweat and fear, of something sour that clung to the throat and refused to fade. It was the smell of hope dying.Lucius had taken one thousand elite soldiers with him when he withdrew.That was all.The Sacred First Legion, once ten thousand strong, no longer existed.They had been erased.No banners remained
Chapter 126: Roman City
The moment Ares Valen stepped through the portal, the world seemed to hesitate.For a brief instant, everything felt suspended, as if time itself had stopped to watch him arrive. Then the air shifted, and the world exhaled.Light bent around his form, soft and fluid, as though reality needed a heartbeat to remember its shape. Beneath his boots, a narrow river flowed quietly, clear and winding, its surface catching the last golden traces of the setting sun. The water moved with an unhurried grace, carrying strands of aquatic plants that drifted lazily below the surface. Their long green leaves waved like silk ribbons, roots gripping the riverbed as if reluctant to let go.Along the banks, tall reeds leaned toward one another, rustling faintly in the breeze. The sound was gentle, almost intimate, like whispers shared between old friends.The air was warm. Too warm for dusk.It carried a faint sweetness that lingered on the tongue, a blend of crushed olives, sun-baked stone, and dust tha
Chapter 127: Level-One Alert
The Roman Pantheon stood in silence.Not the gentle kind that brought peace, but a silence that pressed down on the senses. It was thick, heavy, and alert, the sort that made even seasoned senators instinctively lower their voices. No one needed to be told to tread carefully. The building itself demanded it.Above them all rose the dome.It was immense, perfectly circular, and impossible to ignore. The structure dominated the Pantheon the way a watching god might dominate the sky. Stretching more than forty meters across, it was the greatest dome the ancient world had ever created. Stone layered upon stone, shaped by stubborn hands and unyielding belief, it had survived firestorms, wars, and the slow erosion of time.At the very center of the dome lay a single opening.Nearly nine meters wide, it remained uncovered, untouched by glass or ornamentation. Beyond the main entrance, it was the only place where light entered the Pantheon. The sky above showed through it clearly, as if the h
Chapter 128: The Siren’s Swan Song
“Long live the Holy Emperor!”“Long live the Holy Roman Empire!”“War! War! War!”The cries swept across the plains like rolling thunder that refused to fade. They rose, fell, then surged again, carried by the cold wind beneath a sky heavy with dark clouds. Beneath that sky stood one hundred and seventy thousand soldiers of the Holy Legion, packed tightly in disciplined formations. Their banners snapped sharply overhead. Their armor reflected what little light remained, cold and merciless.Ahead of them stood Rome.The city did not simply exist. It dominated the land before it. Towering walls rose more than thirty meters high, built from massive slabs of slate fitted together with ancient precision. Every stone told a story of past wars and stubborn survival. Eighty three watchtowers pierced the skyline, and atop each one waited ballistae and stone-throwing engines, silent and patient like beasts lying in ambush.Creak.Creak.The sound was slow and deliberate.The war machines were a
Chapter 129: Fish-Scale Battle Formation
“Yo! Yo! Yo!”The roar came first. Loud, raw, and fearless.With ranged fire raining down behind them, nearly ten thousand Land Turtle warriors surged forward. There was nothing elegant about their advance. No careful spacing. No measured rhythm. Just overwhelming momentum. Somehow, through the chaos of arrows and stones, they reached the edge of the massive water-filled pit without suffering any meaningful losses.That alone was unsettling.They did not pause. Not even for a breath.One after another, the huge figures hurled themselves down.The pit erupted.Water exploded upward as if the earth itself had been struck by a hammer. Waves surged several meters high, crashing against the stone edges. For a brief instant, dark green shells flashed beneath the surface. Then they vanished, swallowed by the violent churn like stones dropped into a stormy sea.“Free javelin throw!”General Nero’s voice cut cleanly through the noise.The Senate Guards reacted at once. Years of discipline took
Chapter 130 : The Underground Temple
“Ah!”The cry barely echoed before it was swallowed by the noise of war.At the base of the towering city wall, bodies lay everywhere. They were piled so densely that the ground itself had disappeared beneath them. Broken limbs, shattered shields, twisted armor, all crushed together into a single grotesque mass. There was no clear path left to walk, only slick stone and flesh underfoot.Holy soldiers kept falling from the siege ladders.Some screamed as they fell, their voices stretched thin with terror. Others never made a sound at all. Their bodies struck stone and earth with dull, final thuds that echoed like hammer blows. Blood soaked into the soil beneath the walls of Rome, darkening the dust until it became thick and sticky, clinging to boots and armor alike.The first assault had failed.That simple truth spread through the Holy Legion faster than fear ever could.The ladders themselves were already failing. They had been built in haste, reinforced poorly, and now they groaned