[{"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-155":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},394389,657,"Chapter 155","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-155",155,"\u003Cp>Ch.155Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they glared at Sion, the temple floor and walls blazed crimson all at once. The ambient temperature surged instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosive force and heat transcended natural disaster—it existed on a conceptual level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahaha!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Fire’s laughter echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWAANG—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive detonation erupted from Agnia’s core, shattering the entire temple like a volcano.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWA! KWAANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrier enveloping Sion glowed red-hot. Achille placed her hand upon it, reinforcing its strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wooong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armor materialized from Achille’s shoulders—like the illusion of angelic wings unfurling. It appeared as if a steel-clad angel had descended solely to save Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sion. You take Chaos. You cannot win—just buy time. I’ll subdue Agnia as fast as I can and come to your aid.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of War issued her orders. Sion immediately gripped his sword and darted sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, Achille’s barrier shattered. Dragon-like inferno engulfed the entire temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion was heart-pounding; the flickering flames shimmered like precious gems. Enthrallment seemed to be the baseline power of goddesses’ divine authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I must not get caught in their fight.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temple—once sacred—was now a maelstrom of fire and chaos, utterly unrecognizable. Even the yellowed sky over the marshlands was obscured by red smoke, blurring all sense of up and down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion ducked his torso low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the thick smoke, a spider leg—hard as an iron grate—lanced forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion parried with his short sword. The impact felt like striking something harder than meteoric iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wounding Chaos’s true form seemed practically impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dadadadadadadada!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With horrifying speed, the Evil God of Chaos—its grotesque, spider-like limbs multiplied—charged toward Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That size… and that speed? It’s a monster beyond monsters!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, Chaos unleashed its authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light erupted from its haunting eyes, splintering into dozens—hundreds—of rays, tearing at Sion’s consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh… gk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood trickled from Sion’s nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dizzying sensation struck him—as if bludgeoned from behind. His legs weakened, swaying uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I didn’t even look directly at her—and she’s interfering with my mind?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s sword hand trembled faintly. This enemy was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very notion of ‘buying time’ against such a foe felt impossibly distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s innards churned under the searing heat and pressure. Blood surged backward; his grip on the sword faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haah… haah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision began spinning violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting through the mental assault, Sion steadied his short sword. He had to respond to the Evil God’s attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he could rely on were his countless experiences and honed instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ssweeek—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of limbs whipped fiercely through the air, each tip exploding with fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Battling dizziness, Sion swung his arms wildly, defending purely on instinct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWA! KWA! KWA! KWA!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaa! Chaa! Chaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how hard he fought, blocking all those dozens of razor-sharp legs was impossible. Even parrying left devastating aftershocks. The earth behind Sion was shredded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internal injuries worsened with each blow. Harm accumulated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth—untouchable even by sanctity—lodged into him like tiny shards of glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh! Kwing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Already battered and torn, Sion rolled his body heavily, bursting through debris to evade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He judged the final strike utterly unblockable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensation vanished from his left arm. The acrid stench of singed hair stung his nose. A moment’s delay, and his entire torso would’ve been severed along with his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion clutched his forehead, staggering. His mind felt shattered—like scattered fragments. He desperately tried to gather them, but they slipped away like sand swept by waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His consciousness was being sucked into Chaos’s vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I won’t… survive the next attack…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strained to move—but it was futile. Even Achille seemed too preoccupied to respond to his prayers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wooong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An overwhelming killing intent pressed down from above. Likely, Chaos’s spear tip was already at his crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Evade! Move, you useless legs!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He berated himself—but trapped in Chaos’s curse, his body refused to obey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he accepted true death—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kee— Kwing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp metallic ring cleaved through the flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks flew as sword clashed against steel-hard spider carapace. Sion felt hot embers prick his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wooong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blurred sense of reality slowly returned. Chaos receded. Calm settled quietly into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sensed clean, cold sanctity. Then a voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sion! Sion! A-are you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clear, dewy voice—so unfairly sweet it almost hurt. Familiar. Sion recognized it instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Arwen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision cleared. Before him stood the Apostle of Wisdom, shielding him. From her blue cloak radiated an authority that repelled flames in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did I… not arrive too late?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A little?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eh, eeh! I’m so sorryyy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s voice quivered with tears again. Sion smiled faintly in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Worth hiding nearby and having her follow me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen had joined Sion’s mission by order of Menesia. To avoid suspicion, she’d trailed him invisibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Appearing at this critical moment meant the plan was half-successful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion stood beside Arwen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Arwen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Sion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos approached. Each footstep—thud, thud—shook Sion’s skull again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wisdom’s authority shielded them. Though unseen, Sion felt Menesia clinging close, blocking mental interference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Fight wisely—and win.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia’s voice brushed his ear—clear and crisp. His mind felt instantly lucid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, nehe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion reached into the void. His short sword was useless here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a weapon of goddess-tier power could wound her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sion drew a new blade, the spider of Chaos flinched—visibly startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Fallen Blade—proof the Evil God herself betrayed them. No wonder she’s shaken.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiyaaooo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos roared. A floodgate of psychic waves burst forth—too overwhelming for even Menesia’s grace to fully block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Arwen and Sion began bleeding from their noses as they darted left and right, creating confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No predetermined coordination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet these two swordsmen—having faced defeat together—knew precisely how to blend offense and defense without words. Their strikes never clashed; their sword paths flowed with seamless flexibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaa! Chaa!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwajik!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s working.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen Blade severed spider limbs. The strike landed. Evil God power could only be countered by Evil God power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen matched Sion step for step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Menesia’s direct vessel, her sword aura alone rivaled the Fallen Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion and Arwen’s blades crossed—but hit nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing danger, the spider of Chaos moved with lightning evasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWA! KWA! KWA! KWA!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It slid along ruined walls, reaching the ceiling in an instant. Hanging by threads, it readied for swift strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tense standoff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion frowned upward, straining to focus—but dizziness returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The ground feels molten… like my feet are sinking.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Directly meeting Chaos’s eyes during combat triggered side effects—even Menesia’s protection couldn’t fully filter it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen placed a hand on Sion’s shoulder. Cool, intellectual sanctity seeped through her fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like waking abruptly from deep slumber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fighting a manifested Evil God is hard. I can only endure because Lady Menesia stays close. Sion… it’s tough, but please hold on. I’ll go all out now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen took a quiet breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Incredible presence.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen, Apostle of Wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had never witnessed her true strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when sparring with him, Arwen had held back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘She was originally meant to be the Apostle of War.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A genius no less than Sion himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pulse of energy began radiating from Arwen. Chaos’s Magoth shrieked as it was repelled. Her fighting spirit was so intense it made their bodies tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mental Realm Unfolding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hwa— ak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scenery transformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath a clear blue sky, scales of justice filled the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There—on a heavily tilted scale—stood the Evil God of Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Furious and bewildered at being trapped in a mere human’s mental domain, she unleashed bizarre, thunderous roars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyiiik!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shweeek! Shweeek!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion shared Chaos’s sentiment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My whole body’s gone numb…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His limbs stiffened uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this the full power of the Apostle of Wisdom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a realm backed by direct divine intervention, it was truly transcendent. All Sion could do was gape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sion. Only the Apostle of War can kill an Evil God—that’s why Eru chose you. This, too, is a trial to grow stronger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sounds good to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“G-g-good? You’re amazing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen blinked, startled, and looked at Sion. His blue eyes held only sincerity—no trace of bravado or fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned crisis into opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The worse the odds, the sharper his focus—and the stronger he became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The terrifying trait shared by the Goddess of War and her Apostle.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen recalled Menesia’s words on why Achille was the strongest Goddess. Her Apostle would be no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In any case—I’ll buy time and create the best opening I can. You know what to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No need for long explanations. Sion simply nodded, lips pressed tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wooong—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Fallen Blade resonated. An ominous chill ran through it—as if Tartania watched and laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fallen Blade pointed toward the scales. Sion raised his arm in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos poured all her strength into shattering the domain, slamming into empty space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go! We must finish this now! Lady Menesia can only sustain this realm for a little longer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s do it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion and Arwen leapt across the scales. Wisdom’s sanctity interacted with their feet, letting them kick off midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pha— ang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen, familiar with this power, planted her foot vertically in the air and launched herself with recoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sanctity exploded like magic. A blue trajectory shot forth like an arrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWAANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen struck first, unleashing fury upon Chaos—bravely weaving between dozens of limbs, blocking and repelling every attack with flawless precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaa! Chaa! Chaachang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her speed escalated. Sword paths vanished from sight. Blue sword energy painted the scenery like brushstrokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Focus. This is the chance—don’t miss it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his torso, preparing to kick off the air just as Arwen had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trusted Arwen to create the perfect opening—he just had to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind narrowed. Only the sword and attack trajectories remained visible. Focusing on those paths, he saw again the two dancing energies:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen and Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames they carried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue flame and a kaleidoscope of colors swirling in dance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion began perceiving their essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He touched a realm unseen by others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What is that?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt he could cut that flame—extinguish it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His will echoed in his consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Cut it.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything tangled, swirling. He reached into the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally breaking free of consciousness, he grasped the flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>War and peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos and stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Opposites were, in truth, one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion lowered his arm and lifted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind had never been clearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if the cold Milky Way had washed through his brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Pat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of sanctity erupting—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>TL\u002FN:4 chapters every Friday\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1745,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","386f8b90dd9f83bd168b5df08e7f6866f84af33f4734c7d70c2f71d971e872d6","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-156","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-154",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]