[{"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-156":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},394390,657,"Chapter 156","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-156",156,"\u003Cp>Ch.156 Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiee… kieeee…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The giant spider writhed in agony. Each life it lost left a metallic, bloody taste in Sion’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Evil God, taking mortal form and dying—it tasted like swallowing rotten blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This feels strange.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too disturbing to witness sober. Sion frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guh… guuh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spider’s carapace melted into sludge. Between oozing gaps, Chaos’s nude form appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion took a deep breath and approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chambang… chambang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking through blood puddles made her clearer—the very girl who once tore bread apart with childlike delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“D-don’t come closer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regaining awareness, Chaos crawled away, tears welling in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion trudged forward, following the now utterly frail Chaos. Each step felt like iron shackles clamped to his ankles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“P-please… spare me… I’ll never again—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foot touched Chaos’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears dripped from Chaos’s cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh… ah…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s… nowhere left to run. Goddess… of Chaos.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s voice trembled with sorrow. Even as an Evil God, she was still a Goddess—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>noble, beautiful, of exalted status. Arwen ached at her fallen form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-wahh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos began sobbing like a child, begging a mere human for her life. She must be the most confused of all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion raised the Fallen Blade. It hummed with strange vibrations—almost like Tartania’s mocking laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Evil God of Chaos. Your sins are far too grave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please spare me! I’ll kneel before Lady Achille and surrender!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos wept like a terrified mouse—her voice horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Don’t waver.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion lifted the Fallen Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wooong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It lowered, as if eager to taste the blood of its old comrade. Perhaps Tartania’s laughter—or likely so. Certain, Sion thrust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood flowed softly from the wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s lips twitched with bated breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even an Evil God’s blood is red.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guh… gurk…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos clutched Sion’s forearm, raking it with her nails. Blood trickled—but not as much as from a true Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s eyes twitched. He drove the Fallen Blade deeper and twisted once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was taking her life, there was no reason to prolong it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll minimize your pain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatest kindness Sion could offer. Chaos merely reddened her eyes, whimpering like a mute child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grrruugh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos’s swirling eyes never left Sion. Fear struck him—was he being cursed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wooong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magoth instantly dispersed. Familiar sanctity wrapped around Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sion. Are you alright?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Lady! Are you unharmed?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille smiled, her face smeared with soot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Agnia escaped, unfortunately. She fled the moment she saw you subdue Chaos.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘At least she was driven off.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[She only pretended to fight—then vanished quickly.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille’s expression soured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps this wasn’t meant to be a real battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Come to think of it… we were the ones who invaded. They might not have been fully prepared.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[That could be.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Does the Goddess of Fire hold a shard?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille gave a slight nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Highly likely—considering she avoided facing me directly.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Then I must end this before she fully secures the power.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Starting a Holy Grail War now… how absurd.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille sighed, then knelt before the Evil God of Chaos, gently brushing her hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A… Achille… sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears on Chaos’s cheeks mingled with blood from her lips. Achille gazed steadily before speaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Kaia. It didn’t have to end like this.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I couldn’t help it… it had to be this way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gurgling sound bubbled in her throat. Sion quietly withdrew the Fallen Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Achille grabbed Sion’s wrist. Though physically intangible, Sion halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing her intent, he waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Kaia. Choose.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ch-choose… what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You may live—if you swear loyalty to me. I’ll use the Fallen Blade to cast you into corruption.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then… what becomes of me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You’ll retain your divine form but serve me in the mortal realm—forever atoning as a benevolent Goddess.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaia’s swirling eyes trembled violently. Watching them felt like his skull was shaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her influence remained immense—even in death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Truly… the worst.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille spoke coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Will you die?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her blunt tone carried unexpected warmth—she’d known Kaia since before humans knew how to write.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That ancient affection seeped into her offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can… I be forgiven?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[No. So I will make you suffer eternally.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaia’s eyes dimmed—her life nearly gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Tartania… end up like this too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yes.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then… can you give all my sisters a chance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille shook her head—her resolve sharp as a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Mago, I cannot. At least, not her.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Choose.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will. For Mago—the most pitiful one. I’ll bear her sins in her stead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille released Sion’s wrist. Sion quietly pulled out the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Tartania.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille murmured the name of the goddess who governed corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Purify her.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now not as Corruption—but as Purification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of a benevolent goddess reclaiming her essence descended upon the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWAANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bolt of lightning struck from the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purifying energy pierced the Evil God of Chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grrk! Urk!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaia convulsed in pain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—but not the pain of dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the process of stripping away horrific Magoth, rebirthing bone, cells, and veins anew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The transformation lasted long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after enough time passed for the great marshland fire to fully extinguish did Kaia awaken anew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reborn, Kaia was now a little girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘About Kaili’s age when we first met?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion found Kaia adorable—if not for those swirling pupils, she’d look like an ordinary girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the power hidden within her was chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[How do you feel, Kaia?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl, Kaia, stroked her soft chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uuuh… the worst.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Good.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling ‘the worst’ about being good meant she’d truly been reborn as a benevolent goddess. Achille, Sion, and Arwen smiled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Kaia. Do you recall your true essence?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All Evil Gods once governed a primal concept before their fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Corruption was truly Purification, Chaos had an original name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Eru or herself remembered that true name. Kaia, now kind-hearted again, gave a small laugh and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Order. It’s Order. How boring.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hee! You’re so lovely! Lady Goddess of Order!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s goofy grin startled Kaia, who tensed defensively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“L-lady Goddess?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes! Sorry… did I surprise you by suddenly—?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s teary eyes made Kaia reluctantly shake her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“J-just felt awkward…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaia fidgeted her fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once a name of terror—now a tiny girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if her power remained strong, she couldn’t help but feel hollow and diminished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This body… totally won’t listen to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You tried to attack Arwen? Pointless—you’ve already sworn to serve me.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah… tch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaware of Achille’s words, Arwen beamed at Kaia—delighted despite nearly being killed moments ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Touch my Apostle again, and you’ll truly be annihilated. Remember that.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Menesia… you two troublesome goddesses really teamed up, huh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaia grumbled like a teenager—everything displeasing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she couldn’t refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it meant surviving this hellish world alongside her sisters, she’d accept anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh… this just got so annoying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaia’s complaints were futile. Now, both Chaos and Corruption were reborn as vassals of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of War had gained Purification and Order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Now speak. What were you scheming here? Why did Agnia lend you power?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille’s glare was sharp—ready to kill at the slightest deceit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaia stretched her legs childishly and slumped to the floor, utterly exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet her mind—once always chaotic and dizzy—now felt calm. Perhaps becoming the Goddess of Order helped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just as Agnia explained. Neither Mago’s faction nor the other divided goddesses alone can defeat you, Achille.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Your reasoning is incomplete. If that’s the case, why not attack together immediately—before fully consolidating their forces?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaia glared at Menesia, who objected. Her pout made her look exactly like a brat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re dumb, Menesia?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[What? What did you say?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dumb.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I govern Wisdom! Dumb? I’m not dumb!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia shrieked—truly heated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaia grinned, delighted she’d scored a hit—laughing like a mischievous child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘These are… goddesses?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion and Arwen exchanged glances, stifling laughter. Even if the goddesses felt like neighborhood kids, laughing here would be disastrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaia turned serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Attacking now is gambling. We lack confidence in subduing you immediately—and even less in the other goddesses cooperating properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille crossed her arms and nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Wise.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, even if we beat you—there’s still a problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[What problem?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eru’s prophecy remains. Sion—that human—is the obstacle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Then just kill him?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know we can’t. We don’t know what Eru saw in him. Killing him might unleash consequences we can’t imagine—some unknown power may awaken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They firmly believed Eru had reason to choose an ordinary human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Specifically naming the Apostle of War—not the Goddess of War—was the greatest hurdle for Achille’s enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With all eyes on Sion, Kaia fixed him with a stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why everyone’s rushing to complete the Grail—to gain the Sovereign’s power.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Hm.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To safely resolve the issue only after becoming the Sovereign and precisely understanding what Eru foresaw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Remarkably cautious—for them.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve always been cautious. You’re just too strong to need caution, Achille.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille looked pleased—even though she was effectively Kaia’s master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Only the weak waste time with schemes.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Menesia beside her erupted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I’m not weak!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Why are you angry, Menesia?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille asked genuinely. Menesia sputtered, then pounded her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, who’d been silently listening, finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then… does the Goddess of Fire currently hold the shard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Short. Crisp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the single moment Arwen froze Chaos for just one second—one single second—Sion’s blade split Chaos’s flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No flashy technique. No overwhelming power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a restrained, clean motion—like a dancer’s sword art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword’s cry was as quiet as a raindrop falling into a lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwoong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaos’s body collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion flicked the flame off the Fallen Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had slain an Evil God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1582,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","f6c2657f689a64717ef6136a55111865cbfb9767368c53bcf22e5801fa358ea1","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-157","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-155",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]