[{"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-82":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},394440,657,"Chapter 82","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-82",82,"\u003Cp>Ch.82 Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you ever heard of a Sword Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fedebrenis paused briefly, then burst into laughter mixed with contempt and scorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah! Have you lost your mind? Why should I care about some measly standard created by insignificant humans? Within this sacred domain of decay, whether you’re a Sword Master or anything else, you’re equal—nothing more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of Decay was utterly confident in his absolute superiority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This space was saturated with the blessings granted by the Goddess of Decay. Within the Temple of Decay, he was immortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know exactly what that means.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignorance breeds carelessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Garfenn, an ordinary apostle should possess at least the skill level of a Sword Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There might be variations among them, but generally speaking, that was the standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This demon too must be on the level of a Sword Master.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, he was underestimating Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He perceived him as threatening, but only that far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Merely a potential threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not an immediate one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To suppress the power of Decay, Sion would need to manifest strength at that level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to instantly elevate his cultivation realm and finish this before the enemy could react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion didn’t reply any further. Slowly, he closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the middle of a fierce battle, closing one’s eyes with the enemy right in front of you was tantamount to suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“S-Sion!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan shouted in alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he look like he had lost his will to fight and given up?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Focus. There’s no time. Right now, I must borrow my master’s world.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sion blocked out every distraction, diving endlessly into his inner self, into the deep, dark abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His concentration rose to its peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time stretched, elongated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to find it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sensation he had accidentally brushed against during previous training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fleeting moment when his will eroded reality, and the scenery in his mind unfolded before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The supreme domain where the mental landscape itself became his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You foolish fool! You’re inviting death upon yourself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fedebrenis interpreted Sion’s strange behavior as arrogance-born carelessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t let this opportunity slip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gathering all remaining magical power, he prepared a final strike to etch the curse of Decay into this insolent knight forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his grip, dark, viscous destructive energy began to condense—as if sucking in all the surrounding swamps and corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right at that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something unexpected happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uuung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The space around Sion began to tremble faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air rippled like a mirage, and invisible waves spread outward in concentric circles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Temple of Decay, once filled with sticky marshes and clumps of rotting flesh, began transforming into a different landscape—like fresh paint layered over an old, filthy painting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The muddy swamp on the floor lost its moisture, cracked and dried into a parched, ashen wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chunks of flesh dripping viscous liquid from the ceiling lost their form, replaced by a dark sky where black iron clouds hung ominously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……And then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless swords appeared all around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rusted and broken swords, swords abandoned after their owners perished, greatswords larger than a dragon’s bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a massive graveyard where the history of countless wars lay dormant, swords stood like tombstones, forming an endless plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>―It was a battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the mental realm of the Apostle of War, the Graveyard of Swords,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inheriting the will of the Goddess Achille.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remnants left behind after all wars, evil, and enemies were led to their end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The endless path walked by the Goddess of War and their apostles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it overlaid the Temple of Decay and descended into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t entirely Sion’s own creation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mental realm he had observed wasn’t exactly like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, time was too short. He had desperately tried to understand and recreate his master’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a kind of copy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since there wasn’t enough time to complete his own realm, Sion had recreated it by tracing the life and path of his master, which he had watched and guarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though imperfect, he had managed to reproduce it closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Sion himself was amazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[This is utterly ridiculous.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How much more so Achille?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What… what is this…!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fedebrenis couldn’t suppress his shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The endless flow of infinite magical energy that had poured into his body suddenly stopped, as if a dam had been erected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swamp he stood on vanished. Beneath his feet, he felt only the unfamiliar, dry texture of barren land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancient swords planted all around emitted a sharp, deadly aura merely by existing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of the Goddess of Decay, the very source of his strength, had completely disappeared. He was now trapped in a space intensely hostile to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cycle of decay and regeneration happening within his body visibly weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This unfamiliar space was no longer the domain ruled by the Goddess of Decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other hand, the black sacred energy surrounding the War Knights flared up far more intensely and fiercely than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was their Goddess’s domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The territory ruled by Achille, the Goddess of War, and her next apostle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They felt a comfort as if returning home, and an endless surge of power rising within them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fighting spirit caused the countless blades planted across the plain to faintly resonate and hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corrupted cultists, flailing in confusion, couldn’t handle this sudden change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lost the power of Decay and fell to mere ordinary humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Sion slowly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blue irises shone even deeper and colder than before, as if piercing through everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was no longer a weakling cast into this space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had transformed the space itself into a domain of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tide of battle had turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion infused a strand of black divine power into his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eerie aura resonated with the power of the Goddess of War, beginning to draw out true strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In this place, neither your cycle nor your decay holds any power. Everything exists under the dominion of Goddess Achille.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the words ended than Sion’s will stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, a massive greatsword planted beside him rose from the ground with a creaking sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—Uuung!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, like a cannonball, it flew straight toward Fedebrenis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gahh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fedebrenis twisted his body barely in time to dodge, but the heavy blade grazed his shoulder, leaving a deep wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick, moss-like, slimy blood dripped down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wound no longer regenerated quickly as before. It neither decayed nor cycled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It simply faced annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nature of the battle had completely and utterly changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion was no longer fighting alone. Hundreds, thousands of swords planted in the Graveyard of Swords awakened one by one, obeying his will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Psshut!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swords embedded in the ground shot into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blades flying into the air began raining down like a meteor shower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Papapapapap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, like a maestro conducting a grand symphony, or a commander leading a vast army, simply stood and infused his will into the mental realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan, witnessing this unbelievable spectacle, trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trembling voice escaped his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This can’t be… I knew back then he wasn’t ordinary—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“C-commander, what is all this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jena asked, her eyes wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A Sword Master. When an apostle of a Goddess reaches the supreme domain, they manifest a barrier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This scene we’re seeing right now—it’s the inside of that boy’s mind. He’s bringing that inner world into reality to fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swords flew about freely, slaughtering even the priests of decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Knights didn’t need to do anything more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than relief at having survived, they were overwhelmed with shock at this utterly alien sight and at the genius of the knight named Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan’s lips twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a realm he had spent his entire life striving to reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mental realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan had manifested it before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But never to this extent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His manifestation lasted mere seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The area he could project was extremely limited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘But this…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Kegan, who had briefly stepped into the domain of a Sword Master, had never even imagined a level like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s impossible. That kid Sion is far more monstrous than I thought.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His level of talent was so bizarre that calling him merely an apostle of a Goddess didn’t do justice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond mere awe, it felt like witnessing a living myth—a sublime sensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Graaaaaah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fedebrenis desperately thrashed about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He squeezed out every last drop of magical power to create a shield of Decay, struggling to survive amid the storm of falling swords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But having lost his domain and trapped in the heart of the Graveyard of Swords, he was no match for Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens, hundreds of swords pierced through his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His flesh turned into ragged, tattered scraps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His once-immortal body now bore only pitiful wounds, completely losing its regenerative power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gah! Why… why is this happening!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His anguished scream echoed hollowly across the plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion slowly approached him. All the swords that had pointed at the Apostle of Decay tilted to the sides, as if opening a path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion stood before Fedebrenis, who knelt, battered and broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion raised the sword in his hand. Without a shred of hesitation, he thrust it straight into Fedebrenis’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right at that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwadddrrr—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous roar sounded, as if the world itself were being torn apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive crack appeared in the black sky Sion had created. It was as if someone outside were tearing the canvas of the sky with enormous fingernails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion instinctively sensed danger and snapped his head upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the torn sky, something appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A giant eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An indescribable presence locked onto Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he met that endless green eye, a primordial fear, as if freezing his very soul, overwhelmed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It choked off his breath completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mother—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Fedebrenis, on the verge of annihilation, reached his hands toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kneeling, arms spread wide, he cried out with a voice like a hundred choirs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Most merciful Goddess of mine! Mother of decay and cycle! Save this feeble lamb!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kugugung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark sky began turning green. Sion’s glare pierced the Apostle of Decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unfolding situation was strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Has the Goddess of Decay descended personally?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His judgment was swift, his action without delay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion moved with sharper agility than ever before, swinging his sword in a semicircle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He intended to cut off the head before it could scream further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dull thud mixed with the wind. The sword clashed with the corrupt magical energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the unstable space where the domains of Decay and War were chaotically mixed, red blood splattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh, ugh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Sion’s blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Decay herself had descended, blocking Sion’s attack and striking him in defense of her apostle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how strong Sion was, he couldn’t compare to an evil deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Or so it should have been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[…?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Decay silently looked down at her own hand. A wound had appeared on her forearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crack formed on her pale, porcelain-like skin, devoid of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was merely a sword swung by a human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet that sword had damaged the body of an evil deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Evil Deity of Decay thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of War truly was disgusting, terrifying, and annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had made a vow before many other evil deities: today, at this very place, she would eliminate this man named Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, she had descended personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using the spiritual power of this temple and all the accumulated magical energy as an offering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[…I must rip out his heart.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of decay seeped into the wound on Sion’s chest. Sion rapidly lost consciousness. Even he couldn’t resist this magical energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squelch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Decay stepped lightly forward. Swamps formed wherever her feet touched, and new plants sprouted around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her delicate hand reached toward the suffering Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right at that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[…?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Decay’s head slowly turned upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared into the sky, unable to look away for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fedebrenis, unable to bear the silence, prostrated himself and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My Goddess, is there a problem…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Decay remained silent for a moment. Her unrealistically beautiful face was frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[It is coming.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[War is coming.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",2051,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","6a6d6aafeb9800890d314933005ac6d15de48bb39a342024a66f10bf6ea7942d","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-83","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-81",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]