The Bride Of War God [English] HIATUS

Chapter 8 - The Fight for the Princess

The king of Sparta had made a foolish decision. Defied the messengers of the gods was enough to made Sparta cursed. What's more, that god was Ares. A vicious war god.

In many mythologies it was said that Ares—who was a god—often could not stoped himself from involved directly in the war between humans. He also threw his spear and swung his sword. He was so enjoyed took the soul of humans. He was reluctant to use his divine powers and chose to fought with human weapons forged by blacksmiths.

Sometimes he was said defeated by humans and humiliated. But there was a strong suspicion that the shameful stories about him were wrote by poets who hated Ares. Those who despised Ares in their poetry were worshipers of Athena—the eternal rival of the god of war.

The current king of Sparta, was a worshiper of Deimos—one of the sons of the Ares. He was the god of fear who was believed to gave strength and bravery to soldiers. But his high respect for the god of war and his children could not reduced his intention to kept Portia in his palace.

The king of spata refused to believe. It didn't matter how convinced the messenger was. He didn't want to gave up his daughter without a fight.

There were only five of them, yet each of them could fight more than ten people. There was more than two dozen Spartan fighters who defeated. Most of them looked daunted by the sight of the weapons they were using. None of the weapons scratched their skin but the warriors still fell and were thrown away.

It was clearly a god's weapon. The Greeks did not know such weapons.

But the spartan warriors was not afraid of death. For them, to died in the battlefield was an honor. They only hoped that Hades would not drag their souls into tartarus for defied the gods.

"O Lord Ares! Have mercy on us!" The Spartan queen—that Jill thought was too dramatic and exaggerated—was in fact the only sane human in the palace. She knelt down tried to made her eyes met one of the messengers. She hoped that the envoys would felt her sincerity and refrained from reported Sparta to Ares. If the king was a little wise, he should have chosen to surrender. No matter how much he loved portia—still nothing compared to the curse from Olympus.

Jill felt her hand hurt a little. The female envoy dressed as an Amazonian knight apologized to her several times. Jill was slightly amazed at how calmly she faced the dozens of male soldiers while still protected the princess.

But apparently she was not perfect. A spear tip hit her shoulder because she was off guard. Like the zombies that just smelled fresh blood—the soldiers immediately focused on attacked her. Logic forced her to let Jill go. She didn't want the princess to be the victim.

Her legs were a little weak when she was about to run. After all, Portia was a princess who had never exercised strenuously. Sparta may be a country of formidable warriors, but the role of women was emphasized from the start. They do not fight and do not hold weapons.

Jill was reluctant to return to the Portias family. But she also hesitated to follow the messengers. From the start, she had decided to accept whatever her destiny was. But what if this moment becomes her path to determine her own destiny? Maybe she can escaped. He had a horse not far from there. Jill tried to ride it several times over the past two days. She was able to ride it without fell.

"Portia!"

Her plan failed, she hadn't even able to walk more than six meters. Alexei caught her hand and pulled her away.

"I will secure her!" The general said to the surrounding warriors.

Jill was a little pale at this point. How Can they trust the man? Alexei is obsessed with Princess Portia. He should be the last person that allowed to get close with Portia.