[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war":3,"chapter-apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-107":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Apostle of the Goddess of War",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},394515,657,"Chapter 107","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-107",107,"\u003Cp>Ch.107 Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whooshhh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind blowing into the exotic hall was dry and cold. A faint metallic scent of blood mingled into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion stood facing the wind, carefully choosing and re-choosing his response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, as expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed that nothing could deliver more shock than simply making his voice heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Apostle of Blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reaction came immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of Blood turned around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Adam’s apple quivered sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His already pale complexion turned even whiter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—you…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t even speak properly, overcome with excitement. The archenemy of the Apostle of Blood, who had never faced a true opponent, had finally appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did you get here—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bloodshot eyes stared at Sion, filled with murderous rage that struck the hall like a physical blow. He looked as if he wanted to strangle Sion to death at that very instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His rage didn’t end with a furious shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, blood surged forth like a geyser, shooting straight toward Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood transformed into the shape of a dragon, its jaws gaping wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwagagagak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the Blood Dragon swallowed Sion whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a high-dimensional blood magic spell—normally, anyone hit by it would have their own blood instantly sucked out, dying in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had no effect on Sion, who had completely disassembled and analyzed blood magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he was swallowed by the dragon’s mouth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pah— Aang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dragon’s head swelled up and exploded violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood magic was no longer a threat to Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the overwhelming arrival of one who had grasped its very essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of Blood fell into a state of utter despair as he witnessed this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wisdom granted by the Evil God of Blood had just been so pathetically crushed by a mere human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The True Ancestor, who pursued the beauty of futility, experienced for the first time in his long life a sense of emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty, yet beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the sentiment felt by the Apostle of Blood, father, mother, and progenitor of all vampires, as he looked upon Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The True Ancestor, once possessing the most lethal beauty in the world, now felt despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You! What in the world are you?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blisters formed all over his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skin and muscles melting away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bones briefly exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The True Ancestor, now resembling a monster more than a human, clutched his own head in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How can you possibly comprehend my magic and mock me like this?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had lived a life of absolute supremacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of Blood freely drank the blood of virgins and corrupted pure souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever he desired, he obtained. Whatever stood in his way, he eliminated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, the ultimate and most beautiful magic was undoubtedly blood magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A human who had barely existed for any length of time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mere human had seized blood magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only that—he had stolen it just by seeing it once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unfair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in his life, the Apostle of Blood understood the concept of unfairness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was born blessed by the Evil God! But what are you? How can you, born in a human body, instantly decipher and nullify my magic the moment you see it?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite his heartfelt, desperate cry, Sion showed no reaction whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, Sion felt proud of himself merely for managing to suppress his nausea while listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you done talking?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re finished saying everything you wanted to say—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Sion’s figure seemed to stretch unnaturally. As if time had slowed, his body within the field of vision stretched like rubber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had transcended time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion reached the Apostle of Blood at the speed of a thunderclap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A short sword, filled with black flames, grazed the Apostle of Blood’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The short sword he had acquired earlier transformed each time he infused it with holy power—its form shifting like flickering flames. It was truly a sinister blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grotesque head rolled across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A headless corpse stood upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the hollow neck, black holy energy danced, purifying the filthy blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an especially gruesome scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black, boiling blood droplets splattered in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood surged backward from his veins, and the stagnant magic that had flowed like prayer through every bone joint twisted and warped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The headless body still didn’t move a muscle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing moving was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You filthy wretch. How dare you sever my head—right now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the Apostle’s mouth, rolling on the floor, was speaking. The sight was so bizarre it was almost comical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How are you still alive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if I’ve weakened, do you really think a single slash could kill me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was at the very peak among demons, known for their tenacious life force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To think he could be killed easily would have been sheer arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion wasn’t arrogant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was merely slightly surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you foolishly believe you could defeat me? How naive. Child of the Goddess of War.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Sion prepared to finish the fiend off properly, ensuring he couldn’t move his treacherous tongue—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kugugugung!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire hall shook as if an earthquake had struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shockwaves slammed against the walls, and debris began to rain down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere changed abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion let out a faint groan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His premonition was not good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord of all things, mother of all life, to the master of blood we offer all praise…….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment this eerie prayer echoed through the hall from the Apostle’s severed head—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tok—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single blood droplet rose silently above the headless body, breaking the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, quietly, like a red boil, it ignited at the spot where the head should have been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sphere of blood, replacing the head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sphere swirled with a strange, unnatural aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle’s head had already lost all signs of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this blood vortex now replacing his brain and thoughts?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Or is this his true form?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion felt an overwhelming pressure emanating from this unknown entity before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It dominated the space through sheer presence, radiating terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not of this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It surpassed even the category of demon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was something much closer to what was called a Goddess or an evil deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion exhaled briefly and lightly raised his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spinning the blade once, he faced the Apostle of Blood, now transformed entirely into blood itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wooong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Acknowledge me. You, who should not exist. What are you? Has Eru crafted yet another malformed abomination with his own hands?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice didn’t reach his ears—it resonated directly in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an attempt to communicate via mental waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion realized the oppressive aura dominating the space had intensified even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He assumed the Apostle of Blood was making his final desperate attempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That this was the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just a human.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A War disciple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A knight of the Goddess of War.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mental wave turned venomous, piercing like a needle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Sion’s answer displeased him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Then you’re saying I, after a lifetime of pride in my blood magic, have had it stolen by an ordinary human?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The confidence he had placed in blood magic throughout his life had been shattered by a boy’s indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crumbling vampire progenitor felt himself becoming increasingly pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion watched this scene and felt a small pang of pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a similar emotion he had felt when he saw Arwen, when he saw Lagan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who, by their mere existence, made him feel small—despite being called geniuses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the despair of encountering the true ‘genius’.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You deny it? Your very existence proves my question.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of Blood transmitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[But one thing is certain—you will die by my hand. I will kill you, devour your body and talent, and then once again—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blood saint stomped his foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the starting point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwa— Aang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blood wave spread out like a hemisphere. The entire hall was enveloped in red ripples, cracks spreading across every wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s body was flung backward. He crashed across the wall, slamming into the twisted floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kkuut……!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mouthful of blood gushed from his lips. The impact was massive—speed, mass, lethality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The weight is different.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since the foot stomp, the high ceiling of the hall was now filled with countless blood droplets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Sion’s eyes, they looked like spheres of death, like fatal viruses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That structure… the moment I touch them, they’ll suck every drop of blood from my body.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To spread such an absurd magic on this scale—this was an impossible feat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of Blood was behaving like a true transcendent being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t about swordsmanship or magic anymore. He was assaulting Sion from a realm utterly beyond comprehension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Don’t breathe.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mental wave pierced his mind again. Simultaneously, the space compressed, crushing Sion’s lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Don’t even exist.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each word seemed to possess will and manifest reality. The air grew heavy, and an urge to commit suicide surged within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless he enveloped his entire body in holy power and firmly held onto his consciousness, he would be overwhelmed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I need to… expand my domain.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion quickly maneuvered, trying to escape the fiend’s line of sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to act before the enemy could react—create an opening, then project his mental world to weaken the opponent’s influence. Only then could he win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion swiftly closed the distance and swung his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boooong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It traced a straight line through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the launched sword energy, the blood droplets scattered by the Apostle of Blood split apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish-swish-swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, the blood droplets floating in midair instantly wrapped around and swallowed the sword energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle’s sphere violently vibrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, blood from the air began to pour down violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Papapapapapp—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kkuu……!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion didn’t dodge every attack. It wasn’t possible to dodge them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to block or deflect every single one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Sion had the means.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain of crimson flower-like droplets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion unfurled the mantle blessed by the Guardian of the Body high into the sky, successfully neutralizing the relentless assault!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without giving any opening, and amidst the Apostle’s constantly humming vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The raging torrent of demonic energy intensified further, surpassing all limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[How long can you endure?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kung!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy collision sound and vibration shook the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of blood magic had increased to such a degree that the space itself struggled to withstand the demonic energy. Simply by existing, the Apostle of Blood was causing cracks in space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Dangerous!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With sharpened senses and heightened awareness, Sion began cutting and evading his way through the blood droplets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slicing through the blood viruses that sucked away all blood on contact, dodging, advancing step by rapid step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witnessing this, the Apostle of Blood calmly began casting his next spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of Blood slowly murmured death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mother of all noble blood. Gather back the life you have sown.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a single phrase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle’s vortex unleashed a tremendous wave, as if sucking in life itself, then began drawing everything inward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All things existing in the hall, including the blood droplets scattered in the air, were drawn toward the vortex to satisfy his thirst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, running forward, was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His footsteps lost strength. His feet gradually failed to touch the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s body floated upward, pulled toward the vortex of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kkuut!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now there was truly no place to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not standing at the edge of a cliff—but already falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this life-or-death crisis, Sion once again prayed to the Goddess of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Please, become the roof that protects me in this transcendent space stained with blood.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sion fixed his gaze upon the Apostle, now a living embodiment of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I win.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surroundings darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[…!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the mental waves, the Apostle of Blood’s astonishment was transmitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His massive blood-sucking spell, which had been consuming everything made of blood, was abruptly severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space itself had been twisted, pulling the Apostle of Blood into Sion’s mental domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without a face, the sense of shock was palpable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You expanded your domain against me—while I am in this state?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what he said, the War knight had already begun running, clutching a star in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",2067,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","5c0afda92fefcc6dc69df100fb061a0a1a0d8c512e02d478f7a026fa1c4ff288","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-108","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-106",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]