[{"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-83":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},394441,657,"Chapter 83","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-83",83,"\u003Cp>Ch.83 Apostle of the Goddess of War\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“War… you said war is coming…? What do you mean by that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fedebrenis stuttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already a life-threatening act to dare speak to the Goddess of Decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess’s reaction was so unusual that he had no choice but to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[War. Achille is coming.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Achille!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apostle’s face filled with bewilderment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, who had been listening, could not suppress his shock either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Who did she say is coming?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain was so intense he thought he must have misheard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time was running short. Sion struggled with all his might, accelerating his sacred loop to push back against the Evil deity’s aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[It’s been a very long time since I last saw Achille.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice of the Goddess of Decay spoke slowly, strangely thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory of Achille’s wrath, etched deep into her soul, remained vivid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even sensing her presence made her entire body ache as if being sliced open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“T-then what should we—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Fedebrinis could finish speaking, the Goddess of Decay clenched her fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The decaying magical energy that had penetrated Sion’s body tightened around his sacred loop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Khh— Khaaaak!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion screamed in excruciating pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not a pain a human could endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was agony as if his very soul were rotting away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Finish it and leave. Cutting down the seed of the Apostle of War is enough.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power of the Goddess of Decay reached its peak, on the verge of taking Sion’s life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a faint sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the Goddess of Decay, the head of Fedebrinis, who had been kneeling, dropped into the swamp. His eyes remained wide open as his head sank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The severed body part neither decayed nor regenerated. The cut surface of his neck remained exactly as it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An apostle serving an evil deity met his end without even realizing he had died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The murky air in the distorted space gradually cleared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magical energy receded, and shafts of light fell down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black mirages, perhaps illusions, danced all around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time itself seemed to freeze across the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the silent Temple of Decay, an overwhelmingly dominant sacred energy stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You wretched thing.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pure, crystalline voice rang out from the air, as if driving away a foul stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You laid hands on my child?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next words were filled with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[How dare you.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black energy fluttered like flowing fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Decay lifted her head. Her expression, normally emotionless, was now twisted beyond composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Achille…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I don’t even know your name. Filth.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uuung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black energy gathered in the hand of the Goddess of War who had descended in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, that sacred energy took shape, becoming the Goddess of War’s beloved weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[War Sword!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Decay involuntarily groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body trembled instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword said to be forged by cutting the night sky for its blade and grinding stars for its edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it entered her vision, the Goddess of Decay recoiled from the terrifying aura that threatened to slice open her eyeballs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was while the Goddess had already lost much of her power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was impossible to even imagine how overwhelming she had been in her prime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, she drove the Goddess of Death to the brink of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She subdued Chaos and brought order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She chased the Goddess of Darkness beyond the darkness itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Conqueror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess most feared by evil deities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The countless epithets attached to Achille bore witness to her power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why the Goddess of Decay had tried to kill Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had come in person, no matter the cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been an agreement among the evil deities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It should have ended in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had almost succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the Goddess of War descended personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…An unimaginably massive variable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hadn’t Achille been absolutely unable to manifest?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Did you make a deal with Eru? How precious she must be to you.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I have no words for a sinful wretch like you.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Piiing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long crack was carved into the temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the trail left when Achille swung her arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword aura that had sliced past the Goddess of Decay’s neck split the entire temple in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwa, ang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scale of the clash was incomprehensible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no other way to describe it—entirely different dimensions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green hair was severed and fell, her beautiful tresses dropping down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The severed hair melted away as it fell, dissolving into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I’ve seen your will clearly. Don’t think this is the end, Achille.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The evil Goddess of Decay vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temple was destroyed, her apostle lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had nothing left, and did not even dream of revenge or resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille’s wrath was simply too overwhelming to bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The master of the battlefield turned her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze settled on the boy she had named her next apostle. Her eyes radiated an overwhelming presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sion, my child.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had already lost consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, he was still breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Achille not arrived in time and dispelled the dark energy, his soul would have rotted away completely, and he would have died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a regrettable thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To witness the manifestation of the Goddess one served was no common occurrence. It was a rare event, occurring only a handful of times over centuries, a historic moment destined to be remembered for ages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took her place before Sion. Her hair gently fell along her slightly tilted jawline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille’s hand touched Sion’s cheek. Her gaze was gentle, as if looking upon a beloved child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence hung in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess quietly observed Sion’s physical condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haaat—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion finally exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though unconscious, his breathing had returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With rest, he would awaken again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the end of the healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By merely focusing on the life and healing power she had received from the Goddess of Wildflower, she transferred it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess’s transcendence settled upon this space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[…Well done, my child. You’ve defeated the apostle as intended. Truly.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille softly smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a radiant, comet-like curve of her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Knights watched this overwhelming moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without exception, everyone knelt in a composed posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None dared to lift their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer magnitude and sacredness they felt crushed even their curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Achille turned and took a step toward the War Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a soft step, like flower petals gently descending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan gasped. The Goddess’s foot appeared before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could only shut his eyes tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if his filthy eyes were unworthy to gaze upon her sacred form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Lift your head.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clearly heard it. A voice so distinct it made his ears perk up on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan’s eyes trembled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was definitely calling him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he could not believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It should not be happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Lift your head. Kegan. Look at me.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of War called my name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an undeniable fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if his breath had stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I, I have the honor of seeing you, my Goddess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Responding with breath nearly failing, Kegan answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a reply barely forced out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Our agreement ends here. It must have been painful. You’ve worked hard.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-what…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I will return your memories. Suffer through them. Reflect on them deeply. And then return to me, to my embrace.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the end of Achille’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An instant later, the shattered fragments of the ruined Temple of Decay simultaneously fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if time had frozen and then resumed flowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sacred presence could not be felt anywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a trace remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had she even come at all? Doubt crept in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the lingering sensation of having dreamed a surreal dream remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Kegan had no time to dwell on such thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the flood of memories—long-vacant gaps now refilled—rushed back into him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he could do nothing but burst into tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A, aaaah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan clutched his head in despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wiped his face dry, then smeared tears across his dirty sleeves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His memories had returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrible nightmares and guilt that had tormented him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized now that even the loss of his memories had been a warm act of consideration by Lady Goddess Achille.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former War Knight understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tak, tak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the quiet darkness, the sound of burning firewood tickled his ears. Along with the acrid smell of smoke, the scent of earth and grass filled his nostrils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion slowly lifted his eyelids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing entering his blurred vision was the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he tried to sit up, he felt muscle pain throughout his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Am I alive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His last memory was of horrifying pain, as if his soul were being squeezed dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just before the Goddess of Decay took his life, everything had gone black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, the oppressive decaying magical energy was completely gone. Instead, he could feel a clear, warm sacred energy quietly flowing within his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re awake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning his head at the familiar voice, he saw Jena sitting by the campfire, polishing her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze, usually sharp and feisty, now carried an undercurrent of reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sion fully sat up, the eyes of the War Knights nearby turned toward him in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes were no different from Jena’s. Clearly distinct from before, filled with respect and awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This place… what happened? What about the Goddess of Decay…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Sion asked, someone else answered instead of Jena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerging from the shadows of the campfire was Kegan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was surprisingly calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no trace of the emptiness or guilt that had weighed him down before. His eyes were clear and serene, like someone who had just awakened from deep contemplation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion was confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t even begin to guess how he had survived the brink of death, or what had become of that overwhelmingly powerful evil deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Sion himself had believed there was no hope at the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did I…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Goddess saved you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he uttered the word ‘Goddess’, the surrounding knights held their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their expressions were a mixture of absolute faith and rapture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had just witnessed a miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like being reborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even those who had turned their backs on the Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had lived their entire lives unaware of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who secretly believed in another Goddess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, all prayed with one heart and one mind to the Goddess of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the day they truly became War Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only natural that they felt gratitude and many other emotions toward Sion, who had led them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Achille… personally descended.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion momentarily forgot how to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Achille personally descended?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You probably can’t believe it. We saw it with our own eyes and still couldn’t believe it. Even now, it feels like a dream.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jena quietly added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other knights silently nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan looked at Sion and murmured quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When you were about to die, the Goddess appeared, killed the Apostle of Decay. She exchanged a few words with the Goddess in a language we couldn’t understand, then swung her sword and erased her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion was amazed, yet inwardly regretful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How wonderful it would have been to see the Goddess of War’s sword strike with his own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would have shaken his mind to its core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His swordsmanship might have advanced by two entire levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then she placed her hand on your cheek.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion numbly touched his own cheek. He felt an indescribable warmth. It was a power that naturally made him feel good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s how you recovered. It was a miracle. I burst into tears.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s truly astonishing. The Goddess descending in person…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt guilty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s expression wasn’t entirely bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For her to physically manifest in the mortal world, she must have exerted herself tremendously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he didn’t know the cost, concern overwhelmed Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And she saw me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean Senior Kegan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, Kegan—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. She returned my memories.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He confessed with difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was true. 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