3 Meeting An Apostle

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"Talking"

'Thinking'

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"Arison, are we almost there yet?"

"I don't know. I'm not even sure what world we're in."

"But it's so tiring!"

'Just kill me now...'

Arison sighed heavily as his shoulders slumped downwards.

It had been around an hour now since he met with Euryale and the experience had honestly not been pleasant in the slightest, or in any particular sense. The entire time they had been walking through the forest, Arison was honestly enjoying it as he could feel the fresh warm air as it was quite peaceful.

Though, he didn't get to enjoy it too much.

All because of this purple goddess...

The entire hour, she was constantly complaining about having to walk. It got to the point that he ended up giving her a damn piggyback ride, and even then she began complaining about how long they have been on the move! He was seriously seeing why the wiki he had come across back in his own world had referred to her as a spoiled brat.

It was a perfect description!

At some points... scratch that, MOST points in time. She would try her seductive methods and charms just like the first time, though he was having none of that! She may be able to easily swindle some lustful male or something, but she ain't breaking through him any damn time soon. At most, she was seriously pissing him off.

Truck-kun, why you do dis?

"Oh my god! If I summon something that we can use to get around faster, will you stop complaining?!"

All Euryale responded with a big smirk as she nodded her head. 'If I can't charm you to do what I want. I'll complain until you do!'

"Good. Save my damn sanity..." Arison sighed again. In truth, he knew exactly what she was thinking and it really damn irked him. If she wants to complain to make him doing something rather drastic, then he will put up with her yelling. But, for something like this, he just wanted her to damn shut up. "Stand back."

Euryale stepped back as she held her smirk.

She was honestly curious about what Arison was going to do. She didn't have any idea as to what his powers are, and it really piqued her curiosity. She had long since figured out that he was truly among the divine, but it didn't seem that Arison cared at all. It wasn't like that information was going to do anything for her.

"Come to me, blade bathed in flames surpassed by few. The Sword of Fire!"

Euryale widened her eyes as she watched Arison hold his hand forwards with his hand open as if to grab something, though the reason she was surprised was what happened next. A pillar of flames erupted from his hand into the sky before it slowly began calming down and began to take shape in his hand, taking shape in the form of a sword.

However, this blade was rather unique compared to a number of others that she had seen and knew of. The blade was entirely made of what appeared to be gold and had an incredibly sharp blade, the sword also had a guard that was shaped like that of a head of a dragon with red jewels acting as the eyes along with one behind the head near the handle.

It was a beautiful blade.

"Impressive." Euryale voiced honestly. It seemed that he could summon forth the blade out of nowhere, though she doubted that was the extent of his abilities. "How exactly is a sword going to help us get around easily anyway?"

"Just watch."

Arison began to expertly swing his sword around in a complicated fashion before running his right hand along the flat side of the blade, causing fire to appear as he did so. He then threw the sword up into the sky before catching it on the fall as he then stabbed it into the ground, resulting in an explosion of flames that obscured him from Euryale's view.

When the flames ceased, her expression was honestly hilarious.

Arison was now seen riding atop of a large motorcycle that was easily more than five times bigger than a normal motorcycle, being mainly vibrant red in colour with large black thick wheels. Golden sharp blade additions were also present that pointed forwards dangerously. A few flames spewed out as Arison revved the engine.

"It changed into a motorcycle?"

Euryale couldn't help but speak with her mouth agape as she voiced this. When she had gained the information about things like modern technology from the Grail, she wasn't sure about how to think about cars and motorcycles. But, she knew that no normal motorcycle looked like the one Arison was riding, nor was a normal one transformed through a sword!

Speaking of which, she felt as if she had been completely separated from the grail as well as the Throne of Heroes. She wasn't sure why, but she felt completely alive again. Whatever the reason was, she was unsure of. Though, she could still feel that she had her increased strength thanks to having become a Servant.

"Euryale, you getting on or not?"

Euryale snapped out of her thoughts as Arison's voice called out to her.

"Y-Yes!" She then quickly ran up to the vehicle before Arison had to help her up as she sat down behind him, the seat was massive so he didn't need to scoot himself forwards. She wrapped her arms around his stomach before holding tightly, she couldn't hold a blush back as she felt his muscular frame beneath his shirt.

She could feel his well defined abdominal muscles through the shirt.

"Hold on tight, this might be a bumpy ride. A fast one definitely though." Arison warned as he felt her arms tighten around him as her rather small chest, though not flat, pressed up against his back, though he didn't appear at all flustered. Cracking his neck. he revved the engine as a loud roar was heard as the flames erupted violently from the exhaust.

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Arison and Euryale were currently seen driving across the road of a grassy plain as their hair was violently swaying in the wind due to how fast they were going. Arison wasn't going the full speed he could as he would already know full damn well that the goddess clinging to him from behind would scream at him to slow down.

Thankfully, the road they were riding on was a rather flat one so they didn't need to worry at all about the drive being a bumpy one. Once they had gotten out of the forest, it was all smooth driving from there. Another thing that Euryale could complain about avoided, thank the gods for this wonderful gift.

'Wait, I'm thanking myself...'

Arison couldn't help but sweatdrop as he thought to himself.

Aside from that though, the only concerns that happened during the drive as of right now were rather ridiculous. Along the drive, he had encountered a number of creatures he only knew of from fiction, main ones being small goblin-like creatures as well as what he identified as wyverns. They went down easily though as he either ran them over, burnt to a crisp with his Blade Cycle, or shot them and blew them up with the hidden missiles in the vehicle.

The only thing he could assume right now was that he was in a fantasy world of some sort. Crazy to think about, but not enough to really cause him to be surprised. It would be certainly difficult to surprise him after he had been transformed into a god from a mere mortal.

"What the...?"

"Why are you slowing down?" Euryale asked curiously as she noticed that Arison was slowing down the vehicle before skidding to a stop by tilting the motorcycle to the side. Arison didn't answer and just looked forwards, Euryale soon following his gaze to see that he was looking just up ahead on the dirt road that they were on. "What the...?"

The reason for their confusion was the scene that they were observing.

Ahead of them was what appeared to be some kind of conflict, the scene being that of a group of males that were seemingly afraid of something. Though, they couldn't see what due to their bodies blocking whatever it was. Arison noticed their rather tattered and old looking clothes, reminiscent of the clothes usually worn by peasants during medieval times.

They soon found out what scared them as they saw three of them suddenly cut in half while spewing blood like fountains before falling to the ground. Both of them seemingly unaffected as their attention was more on what the cause was, and they were pretty surprised to see that it was a girl that appeared around the same age as Euryale and himself.

The girl was your typical view of a goth girl as the outfit she wore was mainly black with a number of red frills as well as a black ribbon ornament on her long black hair. What caught their attention the most though was her weapon, which was that of a massive halberd that she was swinging around with ease and slicing through every single one of them.

They were a bit surprised by her expression though, she appeared rather aroused... sexually from killing these people.

"You feel it too, right?"

"Yeah, she has divinity." Euryale nodded her head in response as they both could feel that she had divine energy leaking off of her. While not nearly as potent as Euryale, and anywhere near Arison, it was still there. Also, they could see that she was no normal person either as no normal human could possibly swing that thing around with such ease.

Euryale was surprised by the size of the weapon. Arison, on the other hand, wasn't surprised at all as he already knew of it thanks to his knowledge on every weapon and armour across the Omniverse.

"Hm?" They both noticed her turn to look at them upon sensing their presence. Euryale was still sitting on top of the Blade Cycle as Arison decided to hop down as he narrowed his eyes towards the black-haired female. "Hoh~? It seems that two interesting people have arrived. From what I can feel from you both, perhaps you're also apostles? Of whom though?"

Arison knew that this girl was speaking a language entirely foreign to any language back in his own world, but ever since becoming a deity, he gained the ability to speak and understand any language no matter its origin. Though, the same couldn't be said for Euryale as it was not a language she was given information on from the Grail.

The goddess appeared confused by what the goth girl was saying.

The entire time since he met Euryale, he had been speaking English. Since it is one of the most known languages in the world, Euryale had been given information on how to speak it and was easily conversing with him the entire time. For right now though, only Arison could understand what this goth girl was saying.

Arison and Euryale just exchanged a look before looking back as the girl was slowly walking towards them while also having blood present on her weapon and on her face from the previous humans she just killed. She kept a constant smile on her face as she walked, though it was a more curious one instead of her bloodthirsty one previously.

Arison had been analysing her the entire time.

From what he had observed, she definitely easily possessed a strength that was more fitting of a Servant. He knew that her weapon was as heavy as a standard car was, so that was more than proof. If he had to assume that, that alone was a good judge of her physical strength, then she was much more physically stronger than Euryale.

The goddess would have difficulty lifting the weapon. She may have incredible magical resistance and power, but her physical capabilities were certainly not up to standard. True, it was far more than the strongest normal humans. But really not impressive in the eyes of most other Servants and other gods.

"You both aren't normal humans, if at all, that's for sure. However, let's test that...!"

Arison narrowed his eyes heavily at this as he then saw her running towards him while holding her halberd behind her with both arms ready to swing. Arison and Euryale appeared unimpressed as her speed was really not too good. Even Euryale could run much faster than she could, and certainly not faster than Arison if that was the case.

Euryale sent Arison a look as the male just remained unaffected by the events.

Arison then acted simply with a sigh as he suddenly gave a bored roundhouse kick as soon as the girl got close, his kick not aimed at the girl but at the halberd when she swung it. When his kick made contact, the girl was surprised when her attack was redirected into the ground as the kick drove the weapon, causing it to smash and stick to the rocky ground.

Arison's leg was still in the kick's finished position on the blade as the girl looked up at him as her hands were still gripped onto her lodged weapon. Arison just had a small frown on his face along with a pair of bored eyes while the goth girl had a smile creep onto her face as she stared up at him with an interested look on her face.

"Impressive, young man. You are certainly not human, I can be sure of that now." The goth girl voiced as Arison just remained silent. He took his leg off of her weapon as he felt no hostility coming from her anymore, just plain curiosity and intrigue. There was something else, and it made his damn spine shiver. "A pleasure to meet you. I'm Rory Mercury, Apostle of Emroy. The God of Darkness, War, Violence and Death."

Upon hearing this, Arison looked at Euryale and she just shrugged her shoulders. It seemed that both of them were completely clueless, none of them had ever heard of Emroy before. Not in any of the mythologies that he knew of. While he gained tons of information upon becoming a god, he wasn't omniscient.

However, he had this aching feeling his life just became a lot harder...

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