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But the Evil God’s apostle instantly regenerated—blood mist rising as flesh fused back together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that split-second distraction, the apostle’s kick slammed into Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames erupted from Sion’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not angled his blade to deflect, his ribs would’ve shattered—and his guts spilled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That was close.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion quickly created distance, spinning his blade to reset his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through towering infernos, the Apostle of Chaos charged again like a hornet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too fast to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brutal flurry—fitting for a deputy of the Chaos deity—utterly disorienting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midair, the apostle raised his leg at a right angle—like an executioner’s blade aimed at the neck—now wreathed in fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lethality doubled instantly; follow-ups would be even deadlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even evading wouldn’t prevent accumulated damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His leg descended like a guillotine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trails of fire flickered like lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion wrapped his Yogeo in divine power and met the strike head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KA-BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the fire-guillotine met Yogeo, the floor beneath cracked as though struck by a meteor—collapsing into a basin-like crater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire training hall sank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fell—yet their battle never ceased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clash! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaping across falling debris, shattering stone midair—they fought in the void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dozens of exchanges, Sion finally severed the apostle’s leg—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a wound inflicted just before landing. Sion touched down safely, but the apostle did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crashed into the ground—a bloody pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh… huh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion panted heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A formidable foe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight had been so fierce he couldn’t even steady his breath—and the swirling inferno made breathing nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sion, this isn’t over. In fact, this is only the beginning. I sense Chaos drawing near.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Will the Evil God intervene?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Without question. With Eru gone, they’ll stop at nothing.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s eyes sharpened. He heightened his senses further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille restored some of his stamina and added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You and I must become capable enough to take Eru and Naru’s place. Do you understand what that means?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘We need power sufficient to restrain the Evil Gods.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Exactly. Even unstable peace is precious now. We must reign through fear by mere existence alone.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screeee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Overwhelm them, my apostle.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion lifted his sword to his cheek. The Apostle of Chaos swiftly regenerated his leg and rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This enemy couldn’t be killed by simply severing limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wiping blood from his cheek, the apostle grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Strong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Goddess sent me to kill you. She promised me this land’s throne if I offer her your heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion held his breath, listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So. I’ll slay you… and become emperor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re an elf.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Once, I was removed from the imperial family.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did Sion examine his opponent closely. Despite the Chaos aura, the elf’s noble features—akin to Marquishinu’s—were unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abandoned royalty…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Likely in the same plight as Marquishinu. He knew little of the imperial family—but surely their history wasn’t all bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you resent the royal house, take it up with them—not me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of Chaos twisted his mouth like a fearsome mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll kill you first—then do exactly that. The royal bloodline, Eru’s very symbol, will soon be exterminated. Our Goddesses have decreed it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No symbol of Light shall remain on this land.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames erupted once more from the apostle’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But of course—eliminating you, the biggest obstacle, comes first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwooom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An even greater explosion erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fire and Chaos fused into dizzying, chaotic power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On contact, fire detonated instantly—an arcane sorcery even Sion struggled to counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bam!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even blocking the fiery fist with his blade sent him crashing into a debris wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he hit the wall and fell, the apostle charged again—landing a blazing kick that sent Sion flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Sion vanish in the blast, the apostle smiled—then froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His leg had been severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Sion cut it the moment he struck his abdomen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In that instant…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes wide with disbelief, the apostle whirled around—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but it was too late. He couldn’t even scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him stood the Apostle of War, blood streaming from his forehead, eyes wide—his limbs locked in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never even realized when Sion had gotten behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He definitely launched me away…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He dodged from the start!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization came too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had already swung his Yogeo, wreathed in sword energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the apostle wielding fire, black flames now blazed along the Apostle of War’s blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fierce fire reflected vividly in Sion’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shiiink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apostle’s vision spun wildly through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud… plop…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head rolled across the floor—eyes still rolling despite decapitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of War, clinging to the wall, approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“M—my head’s been cut off?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. But you’re not dying? No signs of dissipation… What is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sion, covered in soot and flame, raised his sword for the finishing blow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a primal survival instinct surged from his spine, yanking his legs back violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could even register it, he’d leapt several meters away—staring ahead in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What… is that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Chaos has appeared.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this form differed greatly from what Sion had seen in Mago’s realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Limbless like a spider, with countless eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>less a spider, more a mythic horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So Evil Gods always take such grotesque forms when manifesting?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Because of Eru’s curse—the punishment inflicted upon the Goddesses exiled from heaven. That’s also why they seek to reclaim the heavens.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion swallowed hard, staring straight ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos slowly began devouring its apostle’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Agh! Goddess! Just—just one more chance! I was careless!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch. Crunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Evil God of Chaos chewed mindlessly—inhumanly indifferent—as it consumed the rest of its apostle’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle had been powerful—defeated Sion only narrowly, one of the few to push him to the brink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his end was this pitiful: devoured alive by the very Goddess he served.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he known this fate, would he still have served her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion watched, feeling both fear and emptiness, as his once-formidable foe met his end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Chaos finished its meal—and acknowledged Sion’s presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sion. Do not look into its eyes. It’ll drive you mad—even pierce through my divine protection.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Understood.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion lowered his gaze, relying only on spiritual sense—shutting out all variables. The Goddess’s voice alone was his beacon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Achille’s divine voice resonated through the blazing temple—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>not telepathy, but actual speech, brimming with sacred power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>::Reveal yourself, Agnia.::\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So holy was her voice that ordinary humans couldn’t hear it clearly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only a distant, rumbling echo, yet its spiritual pressure alone would normally render them unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Sion could endure it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>::Hello, Achille.::\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment a third Goddess occupied the same space, blood began trickling from Sion’s ears—unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille waved her arm, casting a barrier over Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the two Goddesses’ voices filtered through, sounding almost ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Agnia. I’m restraining my fury by mortal will alone. So speak plainly—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her whole body trembled with suppressed rage—though her fingertips betrayed the slightest quiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why? You—my own sister—have you truly allied with Chaos?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All human emotions originated from Goddesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille, too, was merely one of the most emotionally vivid among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Fire glided forward, red dress trailing—her presence suffocating. Even molten lava would freeze before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without Achille’s barrier, Sion’s skin would’ve melted long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Good—the others escaped safely.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after battle, Sion kept sensing the War Knights’ presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their numbers hadn’t significantly dropped—they must’ve retreated swiftly once danger was confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion refocused on Agnia. She stood before Achille, smiling hotly like fire itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Achille. It seems you’ve held one long-standing misconception. I’ll correct it now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille dipped her chin slightly, eyes narrowing—black bangs partially veiling her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I haven’t allied with the Evil God.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m merely using another form of evil to capture the Evil God.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille stared, utterly bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Explain properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agnia smirked mockingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You truly know nothing, Achille.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You know nothing of what’s happened since your exile under false accusations—because you’re still bound by that curse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahahah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, all flames snuffed out—as if blown away by a tempest. Agnia’s laughter manifested her power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All warmth vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not a curse, Achille!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You yourself are evil! Can’t you see?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agnia’s voice rose steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“War… War, War… Doesn’t that sound absurd?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Fire laughed brilliantly, like flickering flames—her crimson mirth filling the ruined temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you truly believe ‘War’—which brings death to mortals—can be a Goddess’s true epithet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille’s brow furrowed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Sion, who’d been silently listening, was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“War is a concept of evil, Achille.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agnia pointed a finger straight at Achille’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You are an Evil God.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s absurd—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t Eru tell you? To seek your true name!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille lost her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could say nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The most malevolent, vile Evil God is regaining strength. Our alliance of goddesses has decided: to choose the lesser evil over the greater—and annihilate you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames flickered at Agnia’s fingertip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hole burned through the fabric covering Achille’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression went blank—as if her heart had been pierced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Prepare yourself, Evil God Achille.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her crimson eyes snapped toward Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you too—the Apostle of War who will bring ruin to this world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1614,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","91fdf152ae3ad0ae74a6496d224e2d746ed3dd8b360c39920328944133dfc503","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-155","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-153",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]