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Just one man was ravaging an entire massive horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t combat. It was one-sided slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overwhelming enemy force that had just moments ago crushed them with despair now crumbled like autumn leaves before Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goblins fleeing in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goblins attempting to fight back, only to be horrifically butchered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goblins shooting poison darts, only to be struck themselves and poisoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it unfolded like an unreal, surreal painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is… is that a human?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-What I’ve been training for all this time… was just child’s play.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The members mumbled in dazed voices. Their words carried not only awe, but deep, crushing feelings of helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That… that’s Sir Sion’s true strength. He’s become even stronger than when I first saw him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tier clenched his fists tightly, his body frozen stiff. He didn’t even feel the pain of his fingernails digging into his palms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Go back. That’s an order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s final words echoed in Tier’s ears. That voice was cold. It felt like his heart was being slashed apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he couldn’t resent Sion or feel sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tier understood the meaning behind those words better than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t criticism. It was Sion’s own way of showing consideration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warm sentiment telling them not to risk their lives in a battle they couldn’t handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that very kindness gouged into Tier’s heart like sharp shards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m ashamed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Set disappeared, he, as their leader, had failed to make the right decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had vacillated between rescue and retreat, wasting precious time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiding behind the seemingly reasonable excuse of ‘rational judgment’, he had turned a blind eye to his own fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Sion hadn’t appeared, he would have ultimately chosen to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Set would have died in despair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Set, whom he had trained with and regarded like a younger brother. The memory of himself begging Sion to save his own younger sister flashed before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What… have I… done?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t a time for rational judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even launching a suicidal charge would have been insufficient. At the very least, he should have tried to devise a rescue plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had seen through his weakness and cowardice completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he didn’t scold him. He only said he had done well, even blaming himself for the failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made it even more miserable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had trained hard to become like Sion, and had become a War Knight, even if only temporarily. He had taken on leadership, his pride soaring to the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Tier’s true self was arrogant, foolish, cowardly, and fearful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Stupid fool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning his head, he saw the faces of his comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all wore the same expression as him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awe at Sion’s overwhelming power, relief at having survived, helplessness, and…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guilt.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Order of the War Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People who served the Goddess of War, who had gathered under the oath to never flee from any battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had recited and sworn the doctrine that one who only chooses battles they can win is not a true War Cult believer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So what shameful act had they just committed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t they inwardly feel relieved at Tier’s decision to retreat, hiding behind the excuse of ‘rational judgment’?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had carried the title of War Knights, yet failed to achieve anything, reduced to mere spectators receiving an order to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Returning unscathed, he wouldn’t have the face to look his family in the eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never have the courage to wield a sword again. He’d be lucky if he wasn’t driven out of Elim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Ghh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A suppressed groan burst from Tier’s lips. He tightly gripped the dirt beneath him. Mud pressed under his fingernails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he going to run away like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Follow the order, turn his back on Set who was dying, and return safely to Elim?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would such a preserved life hold any pride?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he ever proudly claim the titles of War Knight or War Cult believer again? Wouldn’t he be ashamed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. If he did that, the rest of his life would be days of disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be humiliation worse than a knight’s death—a dishonorable, shameful existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black flame reignited in Tier’s eyes. It wasn’t born from overwhelming power like Sion’s, but from a small spark of courage ignited by one who had realized his own limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[My warrior. It’s okay to do shameful things. It’s okay to fall. It’s okay to feel miserable.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quietly, the Goddess of War comforted her young knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[It’s okay to flee from the battlefield. Victory and defeat are common in war. You can win again later. But—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You must never flee from yourself.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Die standing. That is my warrior.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess’s will quietly reached them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Go and fight bravely. I will protect you.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like pouring wine into an empty glass, courage began to fill them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed Alt’s shoulder beside him. Alt turned in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“C-Commander?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tier’s voice still trembled, but it now carried a weight different from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We won’t run away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you asking if I intend to disobey Sir Sion’s order? Yes. I will disobey. He told us not to be a burden, but returning like this would only bring shame.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tier rose to his feet. Every member’s gaze turned to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry, everyone. Because of my decision, you all became cowardly and shameful too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tier deeply bowed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to correct my mistake. Let’s go save Set. Please help me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s shameful, but! I can’t do it alone! But if we combine our strength, we can achieve something! Let’s not leave Sir Sion to fight alone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alt responded to his sincere confession and plea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not the only one thinking this, Commander. Right? Everyone… everyone wanted to run away…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alt lowered his head bitterly. The others felt the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could bring themselves to blame Tier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had wanted to flee. The idea of going to save Set wasn’t genuine. They didn’t want to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they realized that choice would plunge them into a hell worse than survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having become ‘War Knights’, they now personally understood that honor and justice must be valued more than life itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“L-Let’s go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! Let’s go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How scared must that young kid Set be right now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Ghh. A cowardly bastard like me deserves to die fighting. Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go, Commander! What’s the plan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Courage spread like wildfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tier sniffled, holding back tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“G-Good… thank you, everyone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, stop crying. Let’s focus on the fight now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“L-Let’s pay for our sins later, after everything’s over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had tried to abandon their comrade. They had committed an unforgivable sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better late than never, they would atone. The Order of the War Knight smiled as one, a bitter smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Sir Sion, please don’t forgive me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tier stopped crying and raised his head. He pointed to a spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood a watchtower, boldly obstructing Sion, annoyingly showering arrows down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s capture that watchtower first. Blocking that arrow storm will make things easier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiiing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tier drew his sword. The other knights followed, drawing their blades and raising them high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Goddess of War is with us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Goddess of War is with us―!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Goddess of War is with us―!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mighty cry swept across the swamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, the true war of the rookie knight unit had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiiieek―!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goblin shaman collapsed, shrieking a single scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cursed flames burning in his hands vanished into nothingness, ownerless and futile. Without hesitation, Sion launched himself toward his next target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were as agile as a black panther, his blade as merciless as a predator’s claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He enveloped his entire body in divine power, forming a fine barrier to defend against ambushes, and heightened his hearing to extreme sensitivity to detect the enemies’ positions and numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His priority was the most threatening targets—the commanders or shamans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His path was the shortest distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His effort was minimized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black blade danced gracefully, scattering death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[My warrior, channel your rage into the tip of your blade.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille’s voice echoed from her throne, continuously blessing Sion and amplifying his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwa-aaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s sword beam flew forth, ruthlessly slaughtering the goblin nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The goblins fell into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A black demon, appearing from nowhere, was sweeping through their horde.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rough shouts of hobgoblins, the arrows raining from watchtowers—none could hinder his advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead of dodging arrows, Sion used charging goblins as shields, plowing straight through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked a goblin writhing in pain from embedded arrows, sending it flying into others. It was cruel, but the fastest way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s no time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The evil aura emanating from the altar was growing stronger. The Death priestess was clearly rushing the ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waaaaa―!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Goddess of War is with us―!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the western entrance of the horde, a familiar yet utterly inappropriate shout rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s feet momentarily froze. His gaze turned toward the source of the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Those fools.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had disobeyed his order to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was reckless and foolish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a faint smile appeared on Sion’s lips. A small warmth bloomed in a cold corner of his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t run away. They had chosen their own battlefield. It was undoubtedly a brave decision, one that deserved respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that brief moment, Sion precisely understood the knights’ intention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A diversion tactic? They’re buying me time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an amateurish plan, but decent enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His progress toward the altar had been slow, constantly hindered by endless waves of goblins and interference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with the War Knights’ arrival, some of the goblins heading toward the central altar began hesitating and turning westward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure on Sion noticeably lessened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion murmured softly, then accelerated again. He treasured the precious time his comrades had bought him like gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kehek!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cutting through goblins as he advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closer he got to the altar, the colder and more oppressive the air became. A chilling aura of death, suppressing the breath of the living, seeped into his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he arrived at the ominous altar, built from animal bones and black stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he looked up at it, Sion’s heart ached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Set!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His younger brother lay collapsed on the altar, unconscious, wearing only tattered rags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pale face, tightly closed eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His motionless form resembled a lifeless wax doll. Around him, eerie patterns drawn in a red liquid like blood were incomprehensible and chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside Set, a woman was chanting incantations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long, black robes, pathologically pale skin, and blank, colorless white eyes glowing emptily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Death Priestess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if uttering the final verse of the spell, she brought her hand to Set’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Set’s chest swelled, and a cold breath, like the sigh of a corpse, rose from his open mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s far enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Sion’s voice, cold as ice, the Death priestess slowly turned her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her white eyes fixed on Sion. There was no emotion in them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze was indifferent, as if looking at a pebble on the roadside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Sion and said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Interloper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice of the death-worshipping woman was unpleasant, like metal scraping against metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1966,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","b624982ae5c7e6756f6f1a4035d9b2773df24ed09247590421c5f55a97ac4472","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-60","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-58",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]