[{"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-152":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},394386,657,"Chapter 152","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-152",152,"\u003Cp>Ch.152Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whooooom…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Corrupted Sword was drawn, the entire area fell deathly silent—as if the world itself held its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an overwhelmingly sinister blade, so potent even vermin would flee in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely touching it seemed capable of corrupting one’s very soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion used his divine power as earplugs, blocking out mental noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His perception spread outward like ripples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waves of holy energy surged through ancient trees and weathered stones of the marsh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swoooosh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His senses filtered out all but the essentials:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Demon… demon… demon…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were completely surrounded—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>already ensnared in an ambush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet something felt… off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This sensation—I’ve never felt anything like it before.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screeeech!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion twisted his body sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A jet of black energy erupted from his right arm, shearing through a rotting tree at a slant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monstrous figure revealed itself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its upper body cleaved clean off by the strike, tumbling to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—the corpse twitched…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and vaporized into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion blinked in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Knights, however, remained calm—clearly accustomed to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan explained quietly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These are new entities—never seen or reported before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How long have they been appearing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“About two months. We call them ‘Chaos Wraiths’. They weren’t a major threat at first… but lately, they seem to be growing stronger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion murmured to himself,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chaos Wraiths…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille, hovering nearby, answered his unspoken question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[They named them well. These reek of the Evil God of Chaos.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Is that truly the case?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yes. I sense that uniquely disorienting malice. But…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But what?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille frowned, biting her thumbnail, eyes fixed on the dissipating remains of the wraith.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[There’s something else.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Surely not…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What’s troubling you?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Achille denied it inwardly, she chose to share the information with her Apostle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I also sense the presence of fire. The way its body turned to smoke…it felt like its malice was burned away by flames.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion swallowed dryly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like he’d just overheard something he shouldn’t have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Could the Goddess of Fire—’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[It must be my imagination. It has to be.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion respected her wish and held his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the surrounding forest began to stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos Wraiths emerged slowly, one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each passing second, their malice thickened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and dizziness crept into the knights’ minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s mental corruption! Stay focused, everyone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion shouted the warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Knights were already prepared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>each pulled out a small vial of perfume and inhaled deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan handed one to Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This fragrance counters Chaos Wraiths. Lord Marquisin developed it after analyzing their malice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion inhaled immediately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a sharp surge of wildflower scent pierced his nose, cleansing the invading chaos from his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The power of the Goddess of Abundance protects our sanity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. Thanks to this, not a single knight has fallen to madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Church of Fire… suffered some losses, though.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan then drew his sword, giving Sion a playful, confident smile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if to say, ‘Just watch this once.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“War Knights!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“OOOH!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s time to show the Apostle how much we’ve improved!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right on cue, Chaos Wraiths lunged from the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KYAAAAW!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were grotesque—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ashen hair thrashing like a lion’s mane, legless bodies crowned with hideous faces and razor-sharp fangs, long arms ending in wolf-like claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan charged forward like a wolf, followed by a wave of black-cloaked knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crush them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“OOOOORGH!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Battle erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fierce—but quickly overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s heart swelled with pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘When did they become this strong…?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[My child… I’m speechless.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Same here, Goddess.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Garfenn’s will… and yours…have seeped into them. I have no regrets.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘You still have much to do.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Don’t ruin the moment.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion rubbed his tingling nose—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then, without even looking, swung his blade backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THWACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Corrupted Sword sank into the jaw of a Chaos Wraith that had ambushed him from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade wasn’t sharp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>chipped and heavily rusted in places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sharpness wasn’t its purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wraith convulsed violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its wolfish arms trembled like aspen leaves, then withered into mummified husks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its ashen skin turned pitch black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as it seemed about to die—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it stabilized…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and docilely hovered beside Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the true nature of the Corrupted Sword: ‘to corrupt whatever it pierced.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that sense, the wraith had undergone corruption twice over—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and become Sion’s obedient thrall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So this is the Corrupted Sword…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion was startled—but instinctively understood how to wield it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if knowledge flowed directly from the blade itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tartania’s sultry laughter seemed to brush against the folds of his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frowning slightly, Sion spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go. Aid the War Knights.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his command—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KYAAAAW!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blackened wraith pounced on its kin, fangs like blades tearing into its former brethren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knights were briefly stunned by the grotesque spectacle—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but quickly realized this was Sion’s divine authority,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and refocused on battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion joined the fray himself—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>turning Chaos Wraith after wraith into allies with the Corrupted Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though doubly corrupted, their durability was poor:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they burned like candles filled to the brim with wax—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>bright, brief, and soon reduced to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they proved invaluable—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even as living shields.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eerie howls only deepened the marsh’s haunting atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ambush was fully repelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wraiths remained nearby—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>though distant presences still lingered, unwilling to approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘As long as civilians aren’t involved, they’re not truly dangerous.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the wildflower perfume, even mental corruption was manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This moment truly revealed how resilient and cohesive Elim had become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But… if they keep appearing endlessly, that’ll be a problem.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan, sensing Sion’s concern, approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheathing his flawless, unblemished blade, he spoke—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his victory complete, without a single scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We fought much more smoothly thanks to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not at all. You’d have handled it fine without me. You’ve trained the War Knights far beyond what I expected.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither Garfenn nor Sion himself could’ve elevated the knights to this level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan was truly the ideal commander.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course—it’s thanks to your excellent leadership as Apostle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion smiled awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s more than enough praise. We should investigate where these wraiths are coming from.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Agreed. Their scale is larger than we thought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much larger?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, Kegan spoke gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least three times greater than our last report.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll continue tracking them. But you should probably head on soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion gazed into the marsh’s darkness—then shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. The Goddess of War guides my steps.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille crossed her arms, looking in the same direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recovering the shard was important—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but she recognized the gravity of the current crisis…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and couldn’t be certain it was unrelated to the shard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s solve this together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exhausted War Knights, catching their breath, welcomed the news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait a moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion vanished—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>literally evaporating from the knights’ sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None could track his movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fluurrk—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when his black cloak fluttered back into view\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>did they realize he’d returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What just passed by?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was that a dream?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the reappeared Sion floated a Chaos Wraith—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>distinct from the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had infused it with extra divine power, extending its lifespan for control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Achille was impressed by the Corrupted Sword’s versatility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion spoke in a low, steady voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we follow this one, we’ll find their source.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan was astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only could Sion enslave the wraiths—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he could manipulate them with surgical precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That’s no simple feat… unless you’re a born prodigy.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now that Sion was the Goddess’s Apostle, such talk of ‘talent’ had lost all meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He existed on an entirely different plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion raised the Corrupted Sword, signaling the thrall to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once you’re ready—let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOM…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A temple, overgrown with vines like deep-sea kelp, shuddered violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tremor came from an awakening presence so immense that beasts and demons scurried away in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one figure approached the stirring entity—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a priestess clad in red vestments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re awake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The awakened being glared at her with bloodstained eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its killing intent pricked like needles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your mouth reeks. Don’t speak, human.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priestess twisted her lips like peeling fruit skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How crude—one of the Evil God’s seeds, and yet no manners.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grrrrk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The awakened entity unleashed a wave of killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fissures spiderwebbed across the temple walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll slaughter you right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t back down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priestess stood her ground, cupping Holy Salt of Lady Agnia in her palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fierce flames blazed just as fiercely as the enraged demon’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the demon swelled like a beast about to charge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it suddenly lifted its head…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>calmed its fury…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and turned its back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Consider yourself lucky, human…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priestess clenched her fist, extinguishing the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She, too, gazed into empty space—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and bowed her head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My apologies. I lost control of my emotions for a moment.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unseen powers had intervened to stop the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Evil God and a Goddess had joined hands—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like mixing venom and antidote in the same bowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t possibly get along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But… They must share some purpose.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The priestess hardened her expression, watching the Apostle of Chaos—the ‘vermin’ crawling into the marshlands—set out to hunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I am curious…what power does an Evil Apostle wield when imbued with the power of Fire?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fire Priestess pulled her hood back over her head and slipped out through another exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t bear to stay a moment longer in this repulsive temple—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even if it was now just a forgotten relic of an ancient Evil God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>* * *\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where… is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan stood frozen, lips twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Knights were equally stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d patrolled these marshlands countless times—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet never seen anything like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Was this here before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, too, gazed at the ghost-ship-like ancient structure with suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A building this massive, radiating such intense malice—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he should’ve sensed it the very first time he came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No matter how vast this marsh is… that’s impossible.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[This temple is so ancient, even I barely remember it.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always, Achille provided the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Goddess…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[In my memory… this is where the Evil God of Death first gathered her heretics.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So that explains why this land belongs to the Evil God of Death.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yes. The slumbering ancient demon…and our previous encounter with the Death Priest—it all stems from this.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion inhaled the damp, oppressive air and asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Then why has it appeared now?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Though abandoned, the malice lingering here was needed. Someone must’ve broken its hidden seal.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clear answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille added,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Evil Gods defile divinity to create malice— now that the Heavenly Realm has vanished, their sources of malice must be running dry.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion and Achille exchanged knowing smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the scent of victory—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one only a Goddess of War and her Apostle could claim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So they’re in crisis, too.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[A cornered rat… who knows what it might do. Stay vigilant, my Apostle.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I will.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1821,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","5131eccf758fcec35c615416ba6e62dab02b6c0e9f8a994c9ad4d4442f3ab043","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-153","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-151",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]