All Chapters of Rise of Aretian: The Roman War Priest: Chapter 61
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Chapter 61: The Fatal Blow
“Kill!”The cry tore across the battlefield like a sudden crack of thunder, sharp and brutal, carrying raw intent that could not be ignored.Ares Valen moved.Not cautiously. Not defensively.He surged forward like a storm breaking free of the horizon. The veins along his forearms rose visibly as his grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, strength pouring into it in a way that felt almost unnatural. The God of War Sword responded instantly, its blade humming with hunger. A violent green aura burst forth, stretching nearly a full meter beyond the edge, slicing through the air with such force that even the space around it seemed to recoil.The sword did not need a clean hit.It only brushed past.That was enough.The werewolf’s skull split cleanly down the center. There was no scream, no final moment of understanding. One second it stood, alive and snarling, and the next it collapsed in two lifeless halves, hitting the dirt with a wet thud. Ares did not even glance at the corpse.
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Chapter 62: Soul Battle Song
From the deepest fold of shadows near the ruined walls, Great Chieftain Moknasar Shasser watched in silence.He did not speak.He did not move.He barely breathed.For years, his face had been a perfect mask. Calm. Controlled. Untouchable. It had survived betrayals, executions, humiliations, and victories alike. Yet now, for the briefest moment, something shifted. A thin crack appeared, subtle but real, like ice beginning to break under hidden pressure.What unfolded before him was not a simple battlefield clash.It was not merely steel meeting flesh, or blood soaking into mud.This was something far beyond that.It felt dangerously close to the divine.A miracle, not shaped by gods or prophecy, but born from desperation. From belief. From people who had been crushed for so long that they no longer feared breaking.Years of careful schemes, alliances, and patient obedience burned away in seconds. They collapsed like old parchment thrown into open flame. Everything he had planned was s
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Chapter 63: The Sacred Roman City (Part One)
The morning after the war arrived quietly.There were no cheers.No songs.No sense of victory.It simply came.A thin, pale fog drifted through Wind Sand Fortress, slipping into every street and narrow alley as if it had always belonged there. It curled around broken walls and shattered watchtowers, softening their outlines without hiding the damage beneath. Everything looked dull and muted, like the world itself had grown tired and decided to lower its voice. The sun had not yet risen, but the air already felt heavy. Smoke lingered stubbornly, refusing to fade. The smell of blood clung to the stone. Burnt iron hung in every breath.War never truly ended when the fighting stopped.It only learned how to stay behind.Ares Valen stood at the center of the ruined fortress, unmoving. His boots pressed into dust-stained stone that had once been polished and proud. Once, this place had mattered. Now it was just another scar on the land.Before him lay the Roman soldiers who had fallen duri
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Chapter 64: The Holy Roman City (Part II)
Some miracles exist to be witnessed.Others exist to remind the world that reality itself is fragile, that everything people believe to be permanent can be overturned in a single breath.This was the latter.Ares Valen felt it before he fully understood it. A soft chime echoed inside his mind, quiet yet impossible to ignore. It carried no warmth, no emotion, only certainty. Still, it pressed down on his thoughts with the weight of destiny.Ding.The number of believers devoted to Jupiter has reached fifty thousand.A city upgrade is now available.Roman population capacity may be increased by one hundred thousand.Do you wish to confirm?Ares did not hesitate. He did not weigh the consequences or second-guess himself. The choice felt inevitable, as though it had been decided long before the question was ever asked.Confirm.The word was never spoken aloud. It existed only as a thought, sharp and absolute.The invisible interface within his mind shimmered briefly, then fractured into s
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Chapter 65: The Holy Roman City (Part Two)
“Imperial Palace Guard Legion, elite infantry of Rome, reporting to the sacred Julius Caesar.”The voice rang out across the plain, powerful and unwavering, as if the land itself had been ordered to listen.The sound carried far. It rolled over sand and stone, echoed against unfinished walls, and faded slowly beneath the open sky.Clatter.Clatter.Clatter.Five thousand armored soldiers came to a halt at the exact same instant.There was no stagger. No late step. No confusion.Steel boots bit into the sand. Shields snapped into alignment. Spears stood straight, their tips catching the sun. From a distance, it was hard to tell where one man ended and another began. The formation moved and stopped like a single living thing, disciplined to the point of silence.They waited.All of them.Ares Valen stood before them, his right hand raised, fingers steady in the air.He did not lower it.Not yet.For a city meant to shelter a million people without collapsing under its own weight, five t
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Chapter 66: The Praetorian Guard Camp
There were moments when even Ares Valen found it difficult to believe what he was seeing.This was one of them.From far above, the city stretched across the Yellow Sand Plain like a vision torn straight from legend. It did not look real. It looked designed. Carefully measured. Almost deliberate in a way that made the eye linger longer than intended. Wide roads crossed one another at perfect angles, four at a time, each paved with pale marble polished smooth by unseen hands. Sunlight spilled across the stone and reflected upward, turning the streets into long silver paths that seemed to run forever between towering walls.The walls themselves were immense. Solid. Unapologetic.This was not just a city.It was a statement of intent.At the very heart of it all flowed the Lannon River, the ancient mother river of the Yellow Sand Plain. Long before walls or marble roads existed, the river had already been there. People drank from it when they had nothing else. They farmed beside it, pray
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Chapter 67: The Beast Pit Incident
“Ding… Exchange for the Foundry successful.”The sound echoed deep inside Ares Valen’s mind, sharp and absolute, like the final strike of a hammer driving a seal into place. It carried weight. Finality. The kind that told him something irreversible had just been completed.“…Exchange for the Legion Barracks successful.”“…Exchange for the Praetorian Barracks successful.”“…Exchange for the Grand Hippodrome successful.”With each notification, the world around him shifted.The Sacred Roman City did not rise the way ordinary cities did. There were no scaffolds, no half-built walls, no laborers hauling stone until their backs gave out. There was no slow progress, no patience required. Reality itself simply stepped aside.Moments ago, the land had been empty. Flat. Silent. A stretch of foreign soil beneath a strange sky that did not quite feel like home. Now, enormous stone structures stood firmly in place, their foundations deep and unquestionable, as if they had existed there for centur
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Chapter 68: The Sacred Emperor
“The Roman Senate will never forgive this. Ahhh!”The scream ended halfway through the word.Steel flashed.For a heartbeat, the world seemed to pause. Then blood burst into the air, scattering like crimson rain beneath a broken sky.The instant Pendragon’s blade came down, the Spartan warriors surrounding the platform moved together. Not a moment too early. Not a step out of place. Short swords rose and fell in merciless rhythm, as if every strike had been rehearsed countless times. Ten Roman senators, men who once commanded respect with a gesture or a word, were cut down where they stood. No speeches. No pleas. No last-minute mercy.Flesh and bone struck the stone. Cries shattered. What remained of them was seized without ceremony and hurled into the lightless beast pit below, where even sound seemed to die.Silence followed.It lasted no more than half a heartbeat.Then everything broke apart.The Yellow Sand Plain erupted into motion.Shouts collided with the clang of armor as the
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Chapter 69: Naga Sea Siren Part One
The Holy Roman City had never been meant to rise in haste.Anyone who believed a city of legend could be built in a matter of days had never tried to shape history with their own hands. Even with divine authority standing behind the project, even with unwavering faith holding people together, and even with countless laborers working from dawn until nightfall, a city destined to echo through time demanded patience.For now, more than one hundred thousand Roman citizens had settled upon the ancient remains of Wind Sand Fortress. What had once been a military stronghold was slowly transforming into something far greater. Old stone walls were reinforced rather than torn down. Broken towers were reshaped instead of discarded. Every decision balanced preservation with ambition.The city was not being forced into existence.It was awakening.Stone by stone, street by street, it began to breathe once more.Beyond the outer reaches of the fortress, within lands once ruled by half orcs, lay a v
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Chapter 70: Naga Sea Siren (Part Two)
“Lady Yana,” Shase said sharply, his voice slicing through the tense air like cold steel. There was no humor in his tone, no room for argument or misunderstanding. “You should choose your words more carefully. The one standing before you is not a mortal. He is a god, one who has existed since the ancient age. Even a ruler of the sea clans should speak to him with proper respect.”For a brief moment, Yana did not respond.She did not move.She did not even blink.Confusion appeared first, faint but unmistakable. Then doubt followed, tightening her expression. Finally, realization struck her like a crashing wave, sudden and overwhelming.Shock washed across her face.Shase was not a man who joked. He never had been. Especially not about matters that could shake the foundation of the world itself. He valued caution, precision, and truth far too much for that.And yet, what he was saying felt impossible.A god.Gods belonged to legends. To ancient songs carried by the wind and whispered p
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