[{"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-7":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},394465,657,"Chapter 7","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-7",7,"\u003Cp>Ch.7 Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The annex where Garfenn had washed up was quiet, with no servants coming or going. The outside was no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moonlit lord’s mansion was eerily silent, as if no one lived there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ruina.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn, who had been munching on the cookies meant for guests, suddenly spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina, who had been putting the younger children to sleep, stiffened at his voice—she still found Garfenn awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take the kids and hide in the bathroom. Don’t come out until I say so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Okay, got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Garfenn was still intimidating, Ruina was sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know why he was saying this, but she wasn’t about to argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kids, wake up. Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina took the children and hid in the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, the window of the annex where Sion’s group was staying slid open. Under the moonlight, a shadowy humanoid figure appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the shadow stepped into the room, cold crimson eyes flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Came straight for me, huh? Can’t hold back that boiling blood, young demon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Garfenn. You’re a man who sits heavy on his ass.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No reason to walk into an obvious trap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uninvited guest was the pale man Sion had glared at earlier. Now that night had fallen, he made no effort to hide his demonic nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sinister, unsettling aura oozed from him, flaunting his lethality as if daring anyone to challenge him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve heard of your reputation for a long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reputation? What an honor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monster hunter. The Apostle who has slain the most demons. The Black Wolf.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Embarrassing. If you’re gonna keep praising me, at least throw in some money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kik!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon let out a gleeful laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To think I’d kill such a legendary warrior with my own hands today! What a joyous occasion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn chuckled silently at the demon’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So. Baron Flandre decided to become a demon, huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kekeke. There’s no shortage of humans who crave immortality by drinking demon blood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even the Age of Light is corrupt. Tch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn clicked his tongue, then asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the Baron up to? Did my disciple go there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kehehe. By now, he’s probably had his heart ripped out by the newly demonized Baron.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One question. How strong is the Baron after drinking your blood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon stretched his lips wide and smirked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Worried?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t worried about Sion—he was just curious about his current strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted a benchmark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At the very least, he should be able to match my fangs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn cut him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it. Cut the barbaric demon metaphors and give me a number. Got it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon, amused by the question, pondered sincerely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At best, the Baron’s at… 20% of my strength?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see. Got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not worried? Once a human drinks demon blood, they surpass humanity by leaps and bounds. Your disciple is as good as dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn, now bored, rattled his sword provocatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worried about Sion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were worried, he wouldn’t have sent him in the first place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just wanted to gauge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How strong Sion was right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by this demon’s analogy, Baron Flandre wasn’t even worth considering as a challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless he was strong enough to overwhelm Sion, he’d just be a good training dummy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn, having dismissed any concern for Sion, spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough talk. Come at me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Confident, are we? Garfenn. No matter how strong you are, you’re just an old—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schlick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn’s shoulder blurred. The sound came a moment later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon clutched his throat, gurgling. In an instant, his head was severed, blood gushing out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old, what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ghk—what…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is why young demons are so annoying. Boiling blood makes you forget your place… Tch. You charge in without even gauging your opponent’s strength, and this is what happens.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon, unable to regenerate his severed head, slowly died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Garfenn wiped his blade on the bedsheet, then suddenly jolted in alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ah, damn! The kids!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ruina and the others were still waiting in the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t let them see the blood-soaked room, so Garfenn hastily threw a blanket over the mess and started scrubbing the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baron Flandre bared his teeth in a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sharp, protruding fangs looked beastly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill him. We need to finish the ritual quickly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers swung their swords simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion ducked under the attacks, then slashed at a soldier’s instep with his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shoving the pained soldier aside, he created an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slipping through the gap, Sion pressed his back against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he didn’t have to worry about enemies behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This way, I can take them all on at once.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinctively, Sion grasped how to fight multiple opponents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thrust his sword forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold edge lingered on Sion’s blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Attack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion swung his sword calmly—yet powerfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron’s seasoned soldiers fell one by one to Sion’s unpredictable acrobatics. Even against fully armored foes, Sion fought brilliantly, instinctively exploiting gaps in their armor to deliver fatal strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As time passed, only corpses piled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion suffered only minor scratches, never once in real danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A combat sense so sharp even the Goddess of War held her breath in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more experience he gained, the steeper his growth curve became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘20 seconds? 21? Took longer than I thought. Did I waste movements?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After downing the last soldier, Sion stopped his mental replay and lifted his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No, focus on the task at hand.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other thoughts were a luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A mere disciple took down all my soldiers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron’s fists trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How dare this brat…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore off his cumbersome outer robe, revealing thick forearms hidden beneath the ornate clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veins bulged grotesquely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll kill you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion steadied his breathing and advanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no soldiers in the way, movement was much easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re skilled, but do you really think you can beat me after I’ve drunk demon blood? Foolish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baron Flandre grinned, his teeth stained with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your arrogance is insufferable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron summoned his power—the strength granted in exchange for offering his daughter’s heart and soul to the Evil God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me teach you the fate of a lowborn who doesn’t know his place!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron slashed as though clawing the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind blades followed the trajectory of his nails, hurtling toward Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion jerked his head back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cut opened on his cheek, and strands of hair were severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He’s tearing the air itself into blades.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion touched his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Can’t let my guard down. That was dangerous.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His attention kept drifting to Rebecca, lying motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He worried he might be too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distractions slowed his reactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Focus only on killing the Baron now.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Baron Flandre lunged, closing the distance in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion raised his sword to block the axe-like downward slash of the Baron’s claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor beneath Sion’s feet cratered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms and ankles ached from the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Strong.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the Baron, every enemy he’d faced before was child’s play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, Sion felt real tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron’s figure blurred—then reappeared beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too sl—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion reflexively swung his sword sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blocked the attack but was sent flying into the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fraction slower, and his head would’ve rolled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh… too fast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion shook off the shattered debris and stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron strode forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kid, you picked the wrong opponent. Maybe if you’d grown a bit more, you could’ve beaten me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kukuku. The Baron clenched his fists, delivering his verdict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The one who got you killed today is that fool Garfenn. Blame him for sending you alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron swung his arm for the finishing blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lethal claws tore through the wall horizontally as they slashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schlick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lightning-fast strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood splattered across the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the blood wasn’t Sion’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron stared at his own severed hand on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson blood gushed from the stump of his wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion pushed himself up from the wall, breathing heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve got a rough idea now. Your speed, your techniques. You’re strong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron gaped, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion didn’t bother answering further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw no point in talking anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s counterattack began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade flashed toward the Baron’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron barely jerked his head back in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked off the ground, putting distance between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron touched his neck with his remaining hand—blood coated his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘That damned disciple.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze turned murderous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he glared at Sion, the wound on his neck closed, and his severed hand regenerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s eyes widened in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he understood the power of one who had drunk the Evil God’s blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if cut, he regenerated. Unfair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regeneration wasn’t the Baron’s only trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His muscles bulged grotesquely as he widened his stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah! Such power! Die…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack! The Baron flexed his muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He whipped his arm like a lash, creating a shockwave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion barely twisted aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dodging the unnatural attack, he retaliated with a slash of his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My arm’s numb.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t crippling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could still match the Baron’s speed. Sion’s eyes sharpened, reading every move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron’s beastly onslaught continued, blood and fury fueling his strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion blocked them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clash! Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their exchanges grew faster, fiercer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang-clang-clang! CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human eyes could no longer track their movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Naturally, they reached their limits simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Sion and the Baron knew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight would end soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And by the slimmest margin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron’s claw grazed Sion’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion let his sword drop slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the last possible moment, he deflected the Baron’s claws with the flat of his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Deflect—then cut cleanly.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After blocking, Sion twisted his wrist upward, slicing through the Baron’s forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s eyes flashed like a hawk spotting its prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slash that had severed the forearm continued downward in one fluid motion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight through the Baron’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The climax of their lightning-fast duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schlick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron’s arm, tendons severed, dropped like a puppet’s limb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he had no way to block Sion’s next strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion swung his sword wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade carved deep into the Baron’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Baron’s head hit the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was over in seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A high-level duel, decided in mere exchanges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haah… haah…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion panted heavily. This was the hardest fight he’d ever had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could barely remember how he’d fought—how he’d won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the faint awareness that he was still breathing told him he’d survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Rebecca!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belatedly, Sion remembered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staggering, he rushed to her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t even breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Too late?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind went blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold despair welled up from deep within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crushing thought that he’d failed to protect someone precious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘No… not again…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warm presence enveloped his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The divine sensation made Sion’s tears freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I shall take the blood of the Evil God’s worshipper, my Sion. Do not despair.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s hand moved on its own, resting over Rebecca’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An inexplicable warmth flowed from his fingertips into her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her still chest slowly rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breath that had stopped began again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Goddess…?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just witnessed a miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",1896,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.039Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","ac6ae144dd8c4ca8aa7225e531f9ad9a859340e2afa237d75d36e8144ed532c5","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-8","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-6",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]