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It seemed they, like the group that had attacked Sion earlier, were primarily focused on roaming the nearby areas to consume blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They quietly eliminated the occasional Blood Cultists they encountered as they advanced deeper inside. The sensation of a splitting headache grew stronger as they progressed, due to the overwhelming smell of blood emanating from the large caves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion raised his fist, signaling the others behind him. There was something ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon closer inspection, it was a prison cage. There were signs of life—dozens of people at minimum. As they approached for a closer look, the situation turned out to be far worse than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This can’t be… What is all this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tier whispered in shock. Garfenn also frowned deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone inside the iron bars was emaciated. Their skin was pale, and their eyes were devoid of any spark of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ve barely kept them alive while sucking their blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…T-That’s right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tier was reminded of a painful memory. His younger sister, who now worked helping Ruina in Elim, had once been in this very condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are 34 people here alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There seem to be more. There are several places like this. The Goddess has spoken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn added grimly, his deep voice laced with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[This place must be wiped out before my lost appetite returns, my champion.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I shall wield it, my Goddess.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wrath of the Goddess Achille had also reached this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? You?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, inspecting the people in the cage, spotted someone familiar. After several confirmations, he was certain—it was a face he recognized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roben…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Y-Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight of Order of the Holy Sword whom he had met in Foils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deputy Commander of the 5th Sword Division of Order of the Holy Sword—Roben Rehinart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was bound by chains, missing his left arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the faint groan he emitted, it was clear he recognized Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keeeng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion drew his sword imbued with sacred energy and split the iron bars open, rushing inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He freed Roben from his chains and supported him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir Roben, Sir Roben! Do you recognize me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clearly recognized him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his mind was not in a coherent state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was unclear whether he couldn’t speak or was under some kind of spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering he was a member of the Order of the Holy Sword, he was in relatively better condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other captives were barely human—more like livestock. They drooled saliva and excrement uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn approached and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s a member of Order of the Holy Sword I met in Foils.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Order of the Holy Sword.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn’s eyebrows furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard they dispatched troops nationwide to launch a large-scale extermination of devil worshippers. It seems he was caught up in that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the Order of the Holy Sword has already been wiped out…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then the Blood Cult’s power is even greater than we imagined. There must be other devil worshippers involved as well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion wore a bitter expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Cult’s strength was stronger than he had imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already knew this from personal experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drink some water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion brought a water bottle to Roben’s mouth. Roben showed no reaction. He had to force water into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He can’t talk right now. Must be due to the Blood Cult’s sorcery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion sighed softly. He was unsure where to even begin solving this mess. It felt as if his blade had lost its direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn gave him that direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sion. You go ahead and do what you came here to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rescuing the people is our job. Me and Tier will handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll help too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion vehemently objected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, he had come to find the Demon Lord of Blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His desire for revenge remained strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But saving people in danger came first for Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why his blade had lost its direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn, understanding his heart, restored that direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if we save these people and return to Elim, more victims will just appear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only by eliminating the mastermind can we prevent greater casualties.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion clenched his fists, his face bitter. Yet, he couldn’t refute the truth in those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had to eliminate the Demon Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, Master, you’ll go after the Demon Lord…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. This is your mission.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn cut him off sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Sion’s trial, his sacred duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The task you began, you must be the one to finish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion looked at Garfenn and Tier. In their eyes, he saw infinite trust directed toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Understood. I will eliminate the Demon Lord, no matter what.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion nodded firmly, as if making a solemn vow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Leave the people to me and go quickly. They might have noticed us by now and fled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion laid Roben down gently and rushed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the place where a powerful energy could be felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Then I shall watch over Sion. My champion.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Please take care of my disciple.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess Achille was with Sion as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s get to work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Garfenn! What should I do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn placed a hand on Tier’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, it’ll be easier if we eliminate all the obstacles before trying to get the people out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In midair, Dragon Slayer revealed its imposing form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That Demon Lord… I must definitely…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion silently reaffirmed his determination. If he encountered that Demon Lord, he would sever his head today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were up to him, he’d wipe out every single Blood Cultist he came across.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Devils and devil worshippers—unforgivable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Focus.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion spread his sacred energy to survey the Blood Cult’s hideout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it appeared to be a cave with no fixed pathways, that wasn’t the case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a space leading to the second floor. And it extends to the third floor as well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It only appeared to be surrounded by rocky walls on the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the structure was no different from a typical castle or large mansion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumors that vampires lived in castles weren’t far off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion moved swiftly. Every Blood Cultist he encountered along the way had their necks mercilessly severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had passed the point of worrying about being discovered. It was now a race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hostages they occasionally encountered were in similarly poor condition as Roben—drooling, with severely diminished cognitive abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This went beyond merely killing people and causing damage. Their methods and cruelty were among the most heinous imaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since drinking blood granted immortality, it made sense why so many were deceived and corrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And Master said something too.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had mentioned that by drinking blood excessively, one eventually becomes addicted to it. That was why they didn’t kill all their victims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was also the reason why they were the most powerful among devil-worshipping factions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Too dangerous.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Random thoughts surfaced in Sion’s mind, but he quickly erased them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Now I must focus solely on defeating the Demon Lord. No impurities must cloud my thoughts.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When fighting a Demon Lord, one must concentrate entirely on the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the slightest distraction could mean death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion ascended to the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scenery changed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hostages seemed to be confined only to the first floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second floor was quiet, and the smell of blood was faint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apparently, only high-ranking Blood Cultists used this level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Most of them aren’t here. We attacked at a fortunate time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued forward, sensing a powerful energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped abruptly as he felt a presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph. So some pest was causing trouble—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Blood Cultist radiating strong energy grabbed Sion from behind. As if he were guarding the main base.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re one of the church dogs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference from ordinary Blood Cultists was that he felt less like a human and more like a Demon Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a Magon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Blood Magon—a human empowered by receiving blood from a Demon Lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His power was on a completely different level from that of a common cultist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Magon could use magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He’s stronger than the Magon I met in the Foils Forest. I need to be careful.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion adjusted his grip, spinning his blade. He glared at the Magon with the intent to kill immediately. He had no interest in pointless conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Puny brat. You’ve got no fear.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have nothing to say to a criminal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion shot forward like lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A straight, rigid arc traced by his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Magon’s head did not fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had anticipated an attack with no words and had already prepared his defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crrrunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squeak—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blades clashed, ringing out. The Blood Magon grinned at Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll drink your blood and grind your bones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Belzama. Is the woman here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kek, kek. I’ll tell you when you kill me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dead can’t speak. It was just a cheap joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion pushed harder, forcing the Magon back. The Magon cackled and leapt onto the ceiling. Sion was momentarily startled by the grotesque technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Is that magic too? Or is there a large-scale spell covering the entire cave?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paaat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Magon jumped. Instead of charging straight at Sion, he continuously crossed back and forth across the ceiling, floor, and walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hahaha!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hahahaha!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hah! Hah-ha!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Magon’s chilling laughter echoed through the cave. Soon, the sound grew louder, pounding against the eardrums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘So that was his plan!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To disorient him with agile movements and unleash sonic attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly the fighting style of one guarding a hideout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A combat method specialized for this rocky cave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had to find a way to counter it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tat! Tat! Tatatat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boooom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion ducked. A Blood Cultist’s greatsword passed through the space where his head had been. Without even looking, Sion avoided the attack from the blind spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘As long as I spread my divine power, I can avoid attacks. The problem is…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy’s speed and sonic attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sonic attacks were especially troublesome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, that eerie echoing noise disrupted his sharp thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tat-tat-tat-tat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paaat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hahahahahahaha!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion frowned. The Magon acted as if he had already won, as if drunk with victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smell of blood gradually grew stronger—indicating the Magon was preparing to cast a spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Here it comes…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion swung his sword swiftly. Magical energy flew from the left side—a semicircular ring made of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klaaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite being made of blood, it was as strong and sharp as steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Blood Cult’s sorcery was this threatening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not bad. You’re quite the high-ranking priest!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Magon praised Sion. It had been a long time since he’d encountered a priest who could block his attacks so effectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such praise meant nothing to Sion. In fact, it irritated him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘How disgusting.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t defeated the enemy quickly enough to deserve praise. It was an insult to his pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had fought the same opponent a second time, he could have finished him faster. The first encounter was always the hardest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that also made it thrilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was also an event where he discovered something new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply put, it was an opportunity to grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwahahaha!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hah-ha, hahahaha—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tatata! Taat! Tat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!? Huh, kkh!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Magon, increasing his speed even further, suddenly found himself grabbed by Sion’s hand, which had unexpectedly shot out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwaaaaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion used the Magon’s own momentum to slam him straight into the ground. Boom! Chunks of rock fell from the ceiling due to the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gwah! What the—!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Magon struggled, clutching Sion’s arm. His long fingernails scraped Sion’s forearm. He clearly never expected to be caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s simple. I’ve been watching you. You have a pattern, you know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cave seemed randomly carved, but upon close observation, only certain parts of the ceiling, walls, and floor were worn down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, the points where the Magon stepped were fixed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Magon could only fight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And only within this specific location of the hideout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gwaaah! How could you…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the Magon’s perspective, it was truly unfair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was absurd that Sion would even attempt to find a pattern in such chaotic movements, let alone observe and decipher it with his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before meeting Sion, the Magon likely hadn’t faced a single threatening opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter where this guy came from, at this very moment, Sion was a far more terrifying existence than Belzama to the Magon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",2114,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.039Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","349e0611bb0111b0dc187827ed7d5a45b32939db8c3b6b4fd55d7aebbccb8f14","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-47","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-45",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]