[{"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-151":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},394385,657,"Chapter 151","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-151",151,"\u003Cp>Ch.151Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Priestess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion bowed respectfully to Priestess Kaili.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the proper demeanor within the church—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>especially since they weren’t alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Priestess was the avatar, the very incarnation of the Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her image before the faithful had to at least resemble that of the deity herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Tartania—fully aware of all their private circumstances—was watching,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion still retained an oddly traditional streak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you really going to act so distant, Brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili pouted. She’d grown noticeably taller since he’d last seen her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer could anyone mistake her for a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was transforming from a little girl into a graceful young woman—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a change the faithful of Elim observed with quiet satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion hadn’t yet adjusted to Kaili’s newfound delicacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dealing with her now required more tenderness and familiarity than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he remembered the promise he’d made back then:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when entrusting her with the lonely, heavy mantle of Priestess,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she’d need a refuge for her heart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and that refuge was him, along with her sisters and brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he couldn’t afford to act awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to treat her as naturally as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casually, he spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finished your prayers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah. Since the Goddess herself is in Elim, there’s not much to pray for, really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s just part of the Priestess’s daily routine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion ruffled Kaili’s hair with a chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve worked hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Kaili finally smile in contentment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and immediately clung to Sion, glaring pointedly at Tartania.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I’m exhausted because of that older sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Older… sister?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion glanced at Tartania.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She merely shrugged, her expression relaxed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if silently saying, ‘Look at these adorable kids.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not surprising, really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a Goddess who’d lived for thousands of years—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>what could mere mortals say or do to truly affect her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have to periodically purify her dark energy and heal her—do you have any idea how toxic it is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha… ha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, she was an Evil God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was only to be expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, if Tartania had been in her full, uncorrupted state,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even the Priestess wouldn’t have been able to do a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—even now, having discarded her divine vessel and exposed her entrails—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she remained this potent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You holding up okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion was genuinely worried for Kaili.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave a slow, confident nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. I’m of age now. It’s just that ill-tempered older sister who’s a nuisance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re just as ill-tempered yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See that?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili screeched at Sion like she was tattling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania, finding her utterly endearing, covered her mouth and giggled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aha~ha! Still, take good care of her. Despite appearances, she’s now Elim’s guardian—and while I’m away, she’ll be Elim’s strongest asset.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She came from filth, though. How can we trust her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion said it calmly, with absolute certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili looked at her brother with a sullen frown—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then quickly steeled her resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Brother says so… then I’ll believe it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve raised your little sister well, haven’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania teased with a snort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili opened her mouth to retort—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then chose to ignore it instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d recently realized that maintaining serene detachment in all things\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was actually good for her mental discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you were once an Evil God, but please—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>at least in Elim—tone down that nasty temperament.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my! Look at how fiercely protective you are of your little sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m honestly getting jealous~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s part of our contract.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion refused to play along with her teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he’d entrusted Kaili into her care, he wanted absolute clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil God of Corruption quickly read the mood—and surrendered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright. I’ll keep teasing, but you won’t have to worry about anything serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Lady Tartania.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Call me ‘older sister.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring that, Sion turned to Kaili.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s Ruina? Is she doing well?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the mention of Ruina, Kaili rolled her eyes dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, don’t even get me started. Older sister-Ruina has totally lost it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She took over the church—and started running a business!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion tilted his head, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did that even mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The merchant magnates from Foils came visiting, offering bribes and everything! It’s like Older sister-Ruina has become some underworld tycoon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What exactly has Ruina been doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili shook her head, just as bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No idea. Not my problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What on earth is Ruina up to?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a sudden chill—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had he accidentally shackled a business prodigy to the church?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Humans really know how to live interesting lives. How fascinating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania smirked, amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither Sion nor Kaili bothered engaging her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil God of Corruption sulked for a moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then perked up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well… as long as everything’s going smoothly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Older sister-Ruina got Older brother-Set watching over her, so it’ll be fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the way, Brother—you’re heading south next, right? To the marshlands.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold shiver ran down Sion’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kaili… you really know everything now, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a Holy Apostle. Your future appears clearer to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Man…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion was starting to find his siblings genuinely terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Set was still relatively human—but even he was growing at an unnatural pace, by human standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already eyeing the position of War Knights commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion could only pray this future would come to pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The shard is near the Church of Fire’s territory. I need to recover it quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaili furrowed her brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I sense something ominous… fire… and some lurking evil.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your premonitions are usually accurate, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lately, almost always.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How remarkable,” Tartania chimed in beside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion turned to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are all Priestesses like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She has an unusually wide spiritual channel connected directly to the Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’s exceptionally gifted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe~” Tartania gave a seductive smile and added,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d do well to heed her warning. I, too, sensed something unsettling in the south—familiar energies growing stronger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Lady Tartania.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion ended the conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If evil presences were stirring, speed was essential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be careful, Brother. I’ll pray for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks. Take care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion exchanged farewells with Kaili.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“See you~ Sion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania lazily waved goodbye as he departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Sion completed his preparations and left Elim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He traveled alongside the War Knights—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their southern marshland patrol coincided perfectly with his mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan, marching beside him, spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve recently started cooperating with the Church of Fire on marshland patrols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They cover the southern half; we take the north.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When was this arranged?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion was genuinely surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was only now realizing just how much the Church of War had accomplished without his knowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Bishop Gustein was always drowning in alcohol and exhaustion—the man’s workload was truly beyond imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ruina’s administrative brilliance, which had supported him so flawlessly, now seemed even more chilling in hindsight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the growing influx of religious refugees, the quality and quantity of recruits were steadily improving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could safely say Elim’s revival was already underway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It just happened gradually. Ever since the Apostle’s last feat, we’ve had to step up our vigilance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see. That’s good to hear—honestly, I had no idea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re far too busy, Apostle. You don’t need to bother with such details.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was where an ancient demon lay slumbering—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>increased patrols were inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But forging cooperation with the Church of Fire?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was pure administrative prowess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The last patrol was three weeks ago. We received reports of several demons slain then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan’s voice carried concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the Church of Fire has also reported rising demon activity, so I decided to inspect the area personally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Convenient—I’m heading that way myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Indeed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Sion, Kegan felt reassuringly solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without him, Master Garfenn’s absence would’ve weighed unbearably heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to Kegan, the War Knights were growing stronger—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and executing their duties without a hitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion truly only needed to focus on his role as Apostle now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go take a look. In turbulent times like these, it’s best to settle things decisively.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You could just turn back, you know. No need to waste your time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan treated Sion with greater reverence now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his demeanor shifting ever since Sion’s formal appointment as Apostle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clearly regarded him as a superior officer now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grateful, Sion replied earnestly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, cutting straight through the marsh is faster. Time is critical for shard recovery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled the radiant energy pulsing through his body—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>an intense, gravitational pull drawing him southward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shard lay beyond the marshlands—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and judging by location alone, the Church of Fire might’ve already secured it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’d learn the truth soon enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan stroked his neatly groomed mustache thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood. I’ll ensure the knights don’t hinder your mission.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha! I’m counting on you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A murmur rippled through the ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seriously? Did I hear that right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say the Apostle himself will patrol the marshes with us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unbelievable!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is an honor for my house!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! The Goddess of War walks with us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knights buzzed with excitement at Sion’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes burned with renewed fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no ordinary patrol—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the famed Apostle of the Goddess of War himself was joining them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For newly recruited knights, Sion was a living legend:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The liberator of Kashibelli Rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slayer of Evil Gods and their Apostles in the Holy Kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His exploits had already become a myth among the ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, not only would they march alongside him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they might even fight side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could their hearts not blaze with passion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan glanced back and chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have no idea how popular you’ve become lately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Sion, it all still felt strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It always had—and still did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fervent praise and adoration were things he’d never truly adapt to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave an awkward smile and looked ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Goddess Achille floated gently, smiling fondly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[My Apostle… your shyness is utterly adorable.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Goddess, please don’t tease me. Unlike you, I don’t enjoy fame or praise.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[That only makes you even more adorable.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion shut his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[S-Sion…?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess sounded on the verge of tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way to the marshlands, Sion initiated light sparring—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>partly to stretch his limbs, partly to assess the knights’ skills and offer guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None lasted beyond three exchanges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three exchanges was the mark of an elite warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even then, Sion had only been warming up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the knights, it was an invaluable experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the Apostle firsthand, they vaguely grasped just how high the mountain Sion had climbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several who’d once dreamed of becoming the next Apostle now humbly redirected their ambitions toward becoming Knight-Captain instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, they entered the marshlands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a day later, Kegan raised a hand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>halting the column with a silent signal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quick hand gestures followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knights drew their weapons, forming disciplined ranks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Demons. Prepare for combat…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan barked the order, posture rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knights exuded focused, tempered killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion admired their readiness—then scanned the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand briefly touched his sword hilt… then withdrew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Let’s test the Corrupted Sword.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into empty air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers brushed past every blade at his waist—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>except the short sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and Achille’s divine power guided his choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1864,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","c5d0d0208832e4033fc4b39344fd1763a096b6ccb482a62376bd1b298a4ee2fc","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-152",null,174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]