All Chapters of Rise of Aretian: The Roman War Priest: Chapter 71
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Chapter 71: Divine Might
Ares Valen noticed it first in his eyes.It was not pain. Not sight either.It was something colder than either of those things, something that reached deeper than flesh or nerve.For a moment, his vision dimmed, as if the world had taken a cautious step backward. The air around him seemed to thin. A strange pressure brushed against his senses, subtle but unmistakable, like fingers grazing the surface of his soul.A chill crept down his spine.It was the kind of feeling that arrived before thought, before logic. The kind that made the fine hairs on his arms rise and his heart tighten without explanation. Instinct whispered a warning long before his mind could shape the words.For half a breath, barely even a formed thought, one question surfaced.Is there something behind me?He never got the chance to turn.The sky answered first.Lightning tore across the heavens, ripping through yellow-gray clouds like fabric left too long to rot. Thunder followed at once, deep and furious, shaking
Chapter 72: The Great Sea Demon Siren
“Such a powerful feeling… no. That is not it.”Ares Valence stood beneath the dull, lifeless sky, his breathing slow and steady. From the outside, he looked calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that made others uneasy. Inside, however, it was a different story entirely.Power roared through him like an uncontained tide. It was vast beyond reason, dense enough to crush cities, maybe even reshape the land itself. It pressed against his bones, his blood, his very soul. Yet no matter how hard he tried, it refused to answer his call.The power existed. That much was undeniable.But it would not move.It was like gripping a weapon forged for gods, only to realize the blade was sealed inside its scabbard. No matter how tightly he held it, no matter how badly he needed it, he could not draw it.He felt it clearly. The ability to erase everything in front of him.And the unbearable frustration of being unable to release it.That helplessness settled in slowly, quietly. The sort of feeling that cle
Chapter 73: Light and Darkness (Part One)
“Litihia… is this the place you mentioned?”Casimo’s voice drifted across the storm-filled sky, calm and measured. Too measured, in fact. The kind of calm that never meant peace, only control. The kind that settled in right before something terrible unfolded.He hovered above the land without effort, four enormous wings of pure black spreading wide behind him. They did not flap often, only once in a while, slow and deliberate. Each movement stirred the clouds overhead, rolling thunder through the heavens as if the sky itself was uneasy in his presence. Lightning flickered in the distance, briefly illuminating his pale face.His features were sharp and flawless, as though carved from stone by a master sculptor. There was no warmth there. No mercy. Just authority, cold and absolute, and beneath it a faint irritation he made no attempt to hide.Litihia followed his gaze downward.Through the haze of rain and shadow, a city revealed itself.Aretien.Or what remained of it.The outer gates
Chapter 74: Light and Darkness (Part II)
“What…?”The thought struck Ares Valen like lightning splitting the sky.There was no warning. No gradual unease. One moment his mind was steady, and the next it felt as though something had slammed directly into his consciousness, hard enough to leave him breathless. His heart skipped a beat. A strange pressure tightened around his chest, sharp and restless, as if his instincts were screaming long before his reason could catch up.Something was wrong. Deeply wrong.Before he could even begin to question the feeling, a cold and emotionless voice echoed within him, mechanical and absolute.Ding… Aretine has fallen.For a single heartbeat, the world around him ceased to exist.Sound vanished. The wind stilled. Even his own breathing seemed to stop.Ares’s pupils shrank. His jaw tightened. He did not hesitate, not even for an instant. Years of battle and command took over as his mind reached outward, summoning the strategic interface embedded deep within his consciousness.His awareness
Chapter 75: Divine Wrath (Part One)
It began with sound.Not a sharp crack. Not a distant rumble.It was a violent explosion of thunder that tore through the sky above the Grand Leader’s Temple, so loud and sudden that it felt as if the heavens themselves had been ripped open by unseen hands.For a single heartbeat, everything froze.Then the stained glass skylight shattered inward.Sacred crystal exploded into the hall, fragments flashing with fractured colors as they rained down onto marble floors and already ruined pews. The air was filled with the sharp scent of dust and ozone. Shards bounced and skidded across the stone, cutting into banners and splintering wood as if the temple itself were screaming in protest.And then came the wings.Black wings.They tore through the broken ceiling, pushing aside the falling rubble as they unfolded in mid-air.One figure descended.Then another.Then several more.Botriel’s eyes widened as he counted without meaning to.One.Two.Five.Ten.No.More.Far more.Over a dozen figu
Chapter 76: Divine Wrath (Part Two)
“Try it.”The words did not echo through the air.They did not ride the wind or shake the heavens.They went straight into Casimo’s chest.The four-winged fallen angel felt it the instant the soundless command settled within him. It was like being hurled headfirst into an endless abyss of ice. The cold was not sharp, not sudden. It crept. It spread slowly from the crown of his head, down his spine, into his limbs, freezing every nerve, every instinct, and even the arrogance he had carried for centuries.His pupils shrank violently.For the first time in a very long while, fear took root.Casimo turned around.Someone was standing there.A human youth.No footsteps had announced him. No divine fluctuation had warned of his arrival. No distortion of space or ripple of power had betrayed his presence. He had not walked in, nor had he descended from the sky.He was simply there.Casimo searched his memory and found nothing. No moment of appearance. No transition. It was as though reality
Chapter 77: Broken Wings (Part One)
“Where was the girl taken?”The question sounded calm.Too calm.It was not the kind of calm that eased the nerves or softened the heart. It was the kind that pressed down on the chest, slow and heavy, like the moment before a storm finally broke. The kind that made even the bravest souls feel uneasy without knowing why.Ares Valen slowly raised his head.His movements were unhurried, almost lazy, as if the world around him had all the time it needed. His eyes locked forward, dark and unreadable, resting on the four-winged angel kneeling amid broken stone and scorched earth.Casimo.At first glance, Ares looked detached. Calm. As though none of this truly mattered to him. As though cities burning and lives lost were nothing more than background noise.But that was only what showed on the surface.Behind him, something immense stirred.A shadow rose silently at his back, towering and vast, without shape or edge. It was darker than night and deeper than any abyss. It did not merely bloc
Chapter 78: Broken Wings (Part Two)
No one truly wakes up wishing for death. Not in their right mind. Not when there is even the smallest fragment of hope left clinging to their heart.But for ordinary two-winged fallen angels, hope was never something they could afford. It was a luxury denied to them the moment they fell. Death was not a choice they made. It was a sentence imposed upon them. Cold. Final. Inevitable.And disobedience did not simply mean execution.It meant something far worse.Their bodies would be destroyed, reduced to ash and nothingness. But their souls would not be granted rest. There would be no rebirth. No redemption. No ascension to any higher realm. Only endless erosion, their very essence dissolving slowly in the abyss until nothing remained.That was the rule.The kind no one needed to announce.The unspoken law governing the Alliance of Darkness.The Alliance of Light loved beautiful words. Salvation. Faith. Illumination. They wrapped fanatic belief in comforting language and called it mercy.
Chapter 79: The God Who Broke the Rules
“This…”No one managed to say anything else.There was no surge of mana.No visible flow of elements.No warning at all.Nothing that should have happened did happen.And yet, the moment the tip of the battle sword tilted forward, thunder answered.Not because it was summoned.Not because it was called.It moved because it was commanded.The lightning did not gather in the clouds or spiral into shape. It did not need time. It simply tore through the sky, raw and immediate, as if it had been waiting since the beginning of the world for that single direction.The land did not resist.The air did not scream.Reality itself seemed to accept the strike without protest, as if this outcome had already been written.Like gravity pulling downward.Like death claiming the living.For one long, terrifying heartbeat, the battlefield went silent.Even the wind stopped.The great sea demon Siren stood frozen.She had lived for more than a thousand years. She had witnessed wars, divine descents, and
Chapter 80: Victoriga Yuxuan
It had finally reached this point.Ares Valen released a slow breath, the kind that came when a man understood that the road behind him had vanished. No retreat. No second chances. Only what lies ahead.As the air left his lungs, the overwhelming divine presence surrounding him began to dissolve. It did not vanish all at once. Instead, it retreated gradually, like a tide pulling back after a violent storm. The War Sacrificial Rite, a power capable of shaking heaven itself, shut down completely.The abyssal darkness that had consumed his eyes faded. Color returned. White replaced black. In that moment, the terrifying image of a god of slaughter disappeared, leaving behind a young man once more.Human.Mortal.The vast plaza sank into silence.It was not the peaceful kind. It was heavy, pressing against the ears and hearts of everyone present. Tens of thousands stood frozen, unsure whether to breathe or blink.Ares took a step forward.His boots struck the stone steps, sharp and clear.