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What had she been doing while things reached this state?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion sought answers at the Round Table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those answers had to be found by himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Goddess of Light had sealed her lips shut, and the Goddess of War was in a position where she could not help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ll do what I can.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the world turned into hell or not,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion had to fulfill his duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the conclusion he reached when he briefly sighed and looked up at the night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twinkling stars seemed to guide him like Achille showing the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I will go now, my Goddess.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The early winter chill froze the land of Elim. Sion walked along the path, stepping on the withering grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the designated meeting place, they were already waiting for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue cloaks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon them, the image of a scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Scales Knight Order, proud of the Wisdom Cult, along with the Apostle of Wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had briefly lived as refugees in Elim now stood inside the city gates, greeting him with cold eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve come, Sion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, arriving alone, revealed a calm, composed gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hoo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Antarius couldn’t help but express admiration at Sion’s aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was genuine praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I can’t believe someone so young possesses such presence.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selana and Antarius—both veteran Scales Knights who had served for countless years. They had the discerning eye to instantly recognize who was a ‘true’ knight at a single glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion clearly wasn’t an ordinary swordsman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even considering his age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even factoring in that he was a young warrior of the War Cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘He’s different. What is he?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond those determined eyes, they faintly sensed the unique aura of a true master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion, indifferent to their inner turmoil, spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still, for people who sneaked into Elim and tried to kidnap a child, you seem quite relaxed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Antarius’s eyebrows shot up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re picking a fight about that? Now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An aggressive reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His personality was as fiery as his massive frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then. Did you really think I’d just let you walk away unharmed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion’s anger was even greater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Antarius’s eyes widened in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the sacred territory of the Goddess of War. It’s not so weak that outsiders from other cultts can enter with sinister intentions and leave with all limbs intact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuuung!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city gate, previously open, suddenly slammed shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiiing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A razor-sharp saber was drawn, slicing through the cold night air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadows began to rise one by one behind Sion. On the still-drying city walls, sentries appeared and stared down at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……The Order of the War Knight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan, the commander of the Order of the War Knight, roared from atop the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“An—ta—ri—us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How dare you raise your voice here? Do you even know where you are?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha, ha! That madman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Antarius muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two knew each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, they were bitter rivals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their operational zones overlapped, leading to several past clashes. They were well aware of each other’s strength. Antarius clearly didn’t welcome Kegan’s interference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In any case, Arwen and the two Scales Knights were now trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the belly of the sacred land of War.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had boldly challenged, confidently maintaining superiority, acting with arrogance until the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, they were gradually being overwhelmed by an unknown force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Cult had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no longer the place that had lost its glory and barely clung to survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Sion’s leadership, it had grown stronger, rapidly evolving into a formidable cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though still small in size, their hope and courage were clearly worth a hundred men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if unseen, they believed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed the Goddess of War was with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you entered so freely, you’ll have to pay the price.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Antarius clenched his fists in fury, trembling. Selana calmly waited for Arwen’s orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen looked up at the city wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face was deep in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Selena also thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Apostle is most terrifying when silent.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something huge was about to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know what, but she had to prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would perfectly support the Apostle, letting the situation unfold exactly as she intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen turned her head back toward Sion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her skin, white like glass, shimmered with a smooth luster. Under the moonlight, Arwen’s appearance drained all color from the surrounding scenery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this… Sion’s answer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. After much contemplation, this is my conclusion. I seriously considered the will of the Goddess of Wisdom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And yet, it still disappoints me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My thoughts from earlier today remain unchanged. Removing emotions is worse than death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tear sparkled as it ran down Arwen’s cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…How sad. To be treated worse than an Evil God.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s tears did not cease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lustrous silver hair fluttered in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought… we might at least be able to talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a lie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I had hope.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Greed, then. Senior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aa. Foolish junior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response to Sion’s firm reply,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen wiped her tears, and said, “So be it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand reached for her scabbard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve forced me to draw my sword.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling, flame-like haze began to rise around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sssss, sssss—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ancestral blade of judgment used by generations of Wisdom Apostles slowly emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Judgment Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A treasure of Menesia that placed sinners on the scale and passed sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From all directions, killing intent surged like blades cutting through the night air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The War Knights on the wall instinctively flinched at the sheer lethality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as if sharp weapons floated in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wuuung, wuuung!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rising divine power was no less extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere itself seemed to scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The concentration of divine power was so thick it felt as if a blue film had been laid over their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This… is the Apostle of Wisdom…!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion trembled inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This presence felt more threatening than any madman or demon he had ever encountered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Apostle of Blood in poor condition or the relatively weaker Apostle of Decay paled in comparison to this monster before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least in Sion’s experience, only one person possessed such power and pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Master. What kind of monster did you raise?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the level Sion had to reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to go there, and surpass it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he must possess overwhelming strength—so great that no demon would dare raise a hand against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Achille’s wish, and Sion’s goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Violence is barbaric. But when necessary, it can become an efficient means of communication.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A distant voice echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll teach you a lesson, junior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pale jade-colored flames rose in Sion’s eyes. The cold divine power of reason began to envelop Arwen like armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was impossible to even imagine breaking through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An overwhelmingly supreme state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The awe lasted only a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s blue cloak, fluttering like a fairy of moonlight, left afterimages. At the same time as her elf-like light footsteps, her blade flashed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She attacked, as if folding space to close the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kiiing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion swung his sword to deflect the attack. Had he hesitated even slightly, his head would have been severed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen glanced back, her lips twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Retreat. Selena, Antarius.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Selena and Antarius turned their bodies at the firm command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might seem like a lack of loyalty, but for the Scales Knights, this was the correct choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They thoroughly excluded unnecessary personal emotions from mission execution, judging only by objective facts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Arwen would buy time, while the remaining two opened an escape route—that was their decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion realized this and shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Block their escape! I’ll deal with the Apostle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think you can?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A streak of blue sword energy slashed at Sion’s chin. Sion barely tilted his head back to evade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each sword movement chilled their very bones. This was high-level swordsmanship—so refined that even Sion marveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged blows repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every clash between the two knights erupted in dark blue flashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of their battle echoed onto the city walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elite of the Scales Knight Order lived up to their reputation—their breakthrough speed was exceptional, their momentum nearly impossible to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Kegan or Jena not been present, such a tactic wouldn’t even have been imaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kwaa, aang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Sion parried Arwen’s clean sword strikes, he thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This wasn’t a plan devised with the expectation of success.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their strength wasn’t quite at that level yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kegan had assessed that the forces Arwen brought were incomparably strong—second only to the Light Cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Antarius and Selena represented that level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, they had to demonstrate the might of the War Cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not a place they could enter and leave as they pleased. Not anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would use this crisis as a stepping stone to elevate the prestige of the War Cult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’ll leave the others to Senior Kegan—’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion bit his lip and focused back on the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blocking Arwen’s attacks, her eyes cold and sharp, was already a struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chachacha-chang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cha, chachachachaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speed of their sword exchanges grew faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their arms were no longer visible, only afterimages remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to follow with the eyes would only lead to defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had to block by instinct, cut, and stab into the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh! Kaaang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were pushed backward by the force of their blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hwaaaah!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tudududu……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air exploded, sending surrounding objects flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion looked up into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of Wisdom floated in midair. Her levitation time was long. She showed no sign of descending, calm as if lying on clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Impossible.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A human flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did Apostles of the Round Table possess such techniques?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply gazed down at Sion. Moonlight shattered along her delicate jawline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief silence passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Arwen spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want to see blood, Sion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then give up. Apologize, and I’ll let it go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you won’t do that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of Wisdom spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sion. Do you truly believe your way is right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you really believe that building overwhelming force will suppress war and lead the world to peace?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hwaaak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion raised his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He activated his divine ring. Divine energy sprouted from his meridians and filled his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s something I won’t know unless I try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your faith is weak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And yours is pointlessly rigid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their divine powers exploded, engaging in a tug-of-war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belief clashed with belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They unleashed blazing divine energy charged with their wills at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue tendrils stretched like tentacles, entangling Sion’s divine power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arwen’s divine manipulation was as free and precise as that of the Apostle of Blood. A dazzling skill, worthy of being Garfenn’s former disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Can I really stand against her?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could he last even a few seconds?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a battle to uphold their beliefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were entering the realm of mental domain combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kugugugugugu—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The divine clash intensified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from the point of collision, the scenery began to change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sion. Show me. What is your path?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Arwen, floating in the sky, a blue sky unfolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night sky folded away, revealing a vast sky as if they were in the middle of an ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the world inverted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>———!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is your faith heavier than mine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, everyone except Sion was placed upon a scale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Judgment of the Scales.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sion murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Arwen’s mental world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The domain of the Scales, constructed by the Apostle of Wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, every time your belief weakens, the scale will tip.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outcome was obvious, even without seeing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A merciless judgment had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schedule: Every mon, wed, fri and sun\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Review at\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NovelUpdate\u003C\u002Fp>",2016,"2026-05-30T06:48:22.319Z","2026-06-01T04:30:34.110Z",1,"novelbin.me","1bd0e0a824f63ad341adca5e48107ee2c820bf203ec50725b4657a42e7badb2b","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-96","apostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-chapter-94",174,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapostle-of-the-goddess-of-war-cover.jpg"]