[{"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-146":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},394554,657,"Chapter 146","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-146",146,"\u003Cp>Ch.146 Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s chest burned with warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world, he could witness Achille’s manifestation—his eyes reddened with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every moment with her was fresh and wondrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if she seemed temperamental at times, her presence remained noble and beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Magoth not been present, he would’ve knelt instantly in reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Achille. Menesia. Even Emily…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth’s blackened lips twitched. The once lethally graceful Goddess of Darkness now seemed like a grotesque witch beside Achille.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion realized it himself:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So I truly do worship Lady Achille.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His perception shifted instantly—proof enough of his worthiness as an Apostle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Magoth. Not only did you abduct my Apostle—you dared lay hands on him. Today, we settle this. Through your complete annihilation, the world shall find peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Achille’s earnest warning, Magoth’s mouth twisted into a sneer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You, of all beings, should know—even if you’ve regained your strength, you cannot defeat me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Length is measured only by testing it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Living among mortals has made your words as weak as theirs. It’s obvious even at a glance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth thrust her hand forward. Simultaneously, shadows erupted from beneath her feet like spears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille kicked off the ground, leaping upward. The shadow spears pursued the Goddess of War as if alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Evil Gods joined the chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True to her title, capturing Achille required multiple Evil Gods—War itself reigned as terror even among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering Achille’s prime, Sion swallowed hard, awed by her might.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This isn’t the time to stand idle.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion snapped to focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a battle of Goddesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mere human had no place here—only hindrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were injured, it would nullify the very reason the Goddesses had descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My role…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The situation was chaotic—but he had to turn it into opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to find what a human could do amid divine conflict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Sir Loenhaugter.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why he’d come here in the first place. Without hesitation, Sion sprinted toward Loenhaugter’s presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Evil God blocked his path—Goddess of Rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t—don’t go! You stay here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please step aside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My sister’s orders. I don’t want to kill you… just chop off one leg.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke in a clumsy tone, yet uttered chilling words effortlessly. Sion raised his sword, bracing for battle with her true form—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning struck between Sion and the Goddess, and Menesia appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sea-blue dress billowed like clouds, radiating innate divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vilena.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me—Menesia? Oh—it’s been so long!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed. Centuries, hasn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I don’t know!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Step aside. Let that boy pass.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I-I don’t want to…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Rage trembled, her speech strained—uncharacteristically frail for one of her title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘She reminds me of Arwen.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion didn’t lower his guard. He couldn’t miss Menesia’s window of aid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you’ll have to fight me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“B-but getting scolded by Sister Magoth… is scarier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia’s eyes froze like glaciers. Rage, madness, chaos—all were antithetical to the Goddess of Wisdom, whose icy intellect governed reason itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, Sion could feel her suppressing deep-seated revulsion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sphere of azure divine power gathered in Menesia’s palm—compressed so intensely it could erase a mountain in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“U-ugh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Rage flinched—then erupted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“KEHEHEHE! Who dies?! YOU die, Menesia! Who the hell are you to tell me to die—YOU! Yes, YOU! Menesia, you insufferable bitch! The emptiest-headed fool in the Heavens! Always acting like the smartest! I hated you! You never liked me! I wanted to pluck those smug blue eyes and stomp them into paste! Die! Die! Die die die die die die die die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She charged Menesia in a blind fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her speed defied imagination—tearing sky and earth, screaming through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tch. Crazy bitch. Having another episode.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before impact—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Go. Secure Loenhaugter. Apostle of Achille.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia swept her arm—and launched Sion flying. He soared across Magoth’s manor, stabilized midair, shattered a window with a roll, and landed inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion rose effortlessly from the glass shards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, a mythic battle already raged in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My Lady…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille must’ve strained immensely to locate him here. Her current exertion surely drained vast divine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with Menesia and Emily aiding her, facing all the Evil Gods would be overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to find Loenhaugter faster—return before it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion closed his eyes, extending his senses through the manor. His hyper-refined perception swept every corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Malice is rising fast.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With negotiations broken, Magoth wouldn’t let him leave easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps she never intended to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ll have to strike hard.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion locked onto Loenhaugter’s faint presence amid the clinging darkness and moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sprinted through halls and stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As malice thickened, breathing grew harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania’s temporary aid was fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I have to save him in time.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squelch. Squelch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His ankles blackened—skin corroding with indescribable decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s pupils wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if fate mocked him, another figure blocked his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson hair. Crimson eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Palest skin among all Goddesses and Evil Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lips stained deep red—as if freshly fed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, human of deep karmic ties.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Goddess of Blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. I watched you eating. Made me crave your blood. My disciples owe you much, don’t they?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion smirked provocatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re all dead—I wouldn’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll refresh your memory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hateful blood sorcery flooded the walls—sharp, dense, reeking of iron. The magic seeped into Sion’s veins, numbing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She meant to drain his blood through his very arteries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sion swung Yogeo to block—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fragrant floral scent filled the corridor, erasing the stench of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him stood a small girl, hair adorned with wildflowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Emily!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go, Sion. I have much to discuss with Sestia.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Emily…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time for questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Goddess of Wildflowers couldn’t defeat the Goddess of Blood—her limit was buying time with her unique barrier arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Downstairs. Last room at the corridor’s end. A darkness barrier awaits. Coat Yogeo with divine power and strike.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion nodded mid-sprint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddesses risked everything to aid him—he had to succeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KABOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore through the hallway, shockwaves from the sky battle shattering every window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above, the clash defied description—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each sword stroke warped space itself. The sheer physical might was unimaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion ran again. His ankles were nearly pulp. Pain threatened unconsciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he gritted his teeth, propping himself along the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drenched in sweat, he reached the room Emily described.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the door radiated a presence so terrifying his hair stood on end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinct screamed: ‘Do not open.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion coated Yogeo with Achille’s divine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade, saturated with deep-sea malice, resonated with the Goddess of War’s light—and shimmered with black starlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Stronger than before.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel it—even without seeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This power could wound a Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yogeo, infused with Evil God-level might, now wielded fangs rivaling apocalyptic beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slice!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black starlight carved a galaxy across the barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black flames burned—and the magic-woven seal tore apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark smoke rose from its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, a presence raged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion looked—and recoiled at the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that had been Loenhaugter writhed in agony, grotesquely transformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the corner, a demon—likely his jailer—lay dead beneath the same horrifying corruption now creeping up Sion’s ankles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His time was short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His only thought: ‘How do I save Loenhaugter?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Loenhaugter!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loenhaugter unleashed abyssal malice—shadows swallowing Sion whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was how the jailer died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Close call.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without his cloak—blessed by Achille—he’d have perished instantly. Only divine light resisted Magoth’s corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion pushed through the suffocating darkness, Yogeo cleaving paths with starlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille’s blade shredded the abyssal shadows before they could consume him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To fulfill Eru’s will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To save Loenhaugter, who’d aided him so greatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like parting the sea with bare hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something harder than stone blocked Loenhaugter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SPLASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sion slashed the shadow, black blood geysered—soaking even his cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Consciousness blurred. A sensation of soul-erosion crept from his fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Loen…haugter…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally reached him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shoulder bone met his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion forced his eyes wide open, channeling his last strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He accelerated his divine ring to its limit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Releasing Achille’s power in full to incinerate the devouring malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“HAAA!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His battle cry amplified the divine surge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Starlight purified the abyssal corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Energy flowed through his arms—slowly restoring Loenhaugter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Sion’s strength failed—and darkness claimed his mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Amazing. You actually did it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar girl’s voice echoed in his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion turned weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania stood there, tousled chestnut hair framing her smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I faked fighting. Took effort to sneak you out unnoticed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She winked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Time to show my sincerity. I’ll extract you now. Don’t worry—the other Goddesses will escape on their own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion blinked slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, he couldn’t fully trust her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one thing gave him peace:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania lifted her dress, revealing her smooth, pale stomach—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which split open with a wet rip, exposing Set and Jien sleeping safely inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See? They’re unharmed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight was grotesque—but survival mattered most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come. Into my intestines.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania embraced him with warm hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1506,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","396c33cac1c5a3d9f3eb6ebef4bed1a40fae240d52d5d7dff79823f820d40e98","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-147","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-145",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]