Apostle of the Goddess of War

Chapter 154

Ch.154Apostle of the Goddess of War

Crash!

The Apostle of Chaos lunged like a dragon’s fireball.  

His blazing fist tore through the air with blinding speed—too fast for the eye to follow.  

‘Trust my senses.’  

Sion focused, staring into the flames—but relied not on sight, but intuition, timing the perfect moment.  

‘Now!’  

Clang!

Just before the exploding fist struck his face, Sion swung his Yogeo.  

The demon-power-devouring blade greedily consumed Chaos energy—cleaving the apostle’s fist in two.  

Rip!

The gap between his middle and ring fingers split limply. But the Evil God’s apostle instantly regenerated—blood mist rising as flesh fused back together.  

In that split-second distraction, the apostle’s kick slammed into Sion.  

Boom! 

Flames erupted from Sion’s side.  

Had he not angled his blade to deflect, his ribs would’ve shattered—and his guts spilled out.  

‘That was close.’  

Sion quickly created distance, spinning his blade to reset his grip.  

Through towering infernos, the Apostle of Chaos charged again like a hornet.  

Whoom!

Too fast to react.  

A brutal flurry—fitting for a deputy of the Chaos deity—utterly disorienting.  

Midair, the apostle raised his leg at a right angle—like an executioner’s blade aimed at the neck—now wreathed in fire.  

Lethality doubled instantly; follow-ups would be even deadlier.  

Even evading wouldn’t prevent accumulated damage.  

Whoosh!

His leg descended like a guillotine.  

Trails of fire flickered like lightning.  

Sion wrapped his Yogeo in divine power and met the strike head-on.  

KA-BOOM!

When the fire-guillotine met Yogeo, the floor beneath cracked as though struck by a meteor—collapsing into a basin-like crater.  

The entire training hall sank.  

They fell—yet their battle never ceased.  

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Clash! Clang!

Leaping across falling debris, shattering stone midair—they fought in the void.  

After dozens of exchanges, Sion finally severed the apostle’s leg—  

a wound inflicted just before landing. Sion touched down safely, but the apostle did not.  

He crashed into the ground—a bloody pulp.  

“Huh… huh…”  

Sion panted heavily.  

A formidable foe.  

The fight had been so fierce he couldn’t even steady his breath—and the swirling inferno made breathing nearly impossible.  

[Sion, this isn’t over. In fact, this is only the beginning. I sense Chaos drawing near.]  

‘Will the Evil God intervene?’  

[Without question. With Eru gone, they’ll stop at nothing.]  

Sion’s eyes sharpened. He heightened his senses further.  

Achille restored some of his stamina and added:  

[You and I must become capable enough to take Eru and Naru’s place. Do you understand what that means?]  

‘We need power sufficient to restrain the Evil Gods.’  

[Exactly. Even unstable peace is precious now. We must reign through fear by mere existence alone.]  

Screeee.

[Overwhelm them, my apostle.]  

Sion lifted his sword to his cheek. The Apostle of Chaos swiftly regenerated his leg and rose.  

This enemy couldn’t be killed by simply severing limbs.  

Wiping blood from his cheek, the apostle grinned.  

“Strong.”  

“…”  

“My Goddess sent me to kill you. She promised me this land’s throne if I offer her your heart.”  

Sion held his breath, listening.  

“So. I’ll slay you… and become emperor.”  

“You’re an elf.”  

“Once, I was removed from the imperial family.”  

Only now did Sion examine his opponent closely. Despite the Chaos aura, the elf’s noble features—akin to Marquishinu’s—were unmistakable.  

Abandoned royalty…

Likely in the same plight as Marquishinu. He knew little of the imperial family—but surely their history wasn’t all bright.  

“If you resent the royal house, take it up with them—not me.”  

The Apostle of Chaos twisted his mouth like a fearsome mask.  

“I’ll kill you first—then do exactly that. The royal bloodline, Eru’s very symbol, will soon be exterminated. Our Goddesses have decreed it.”  

“What?”  

“No symbol of Light shall remain on this land.”  

Whoosh!

Flames erupted once more from the apostle’s hands.  

“But of course—eliminating you, the biggest obstacle, comes first.”  

Fwooom!

An even greater explosion erupted.  

Fire and Chaos fused into dizzying, chaotic power.  

On contact, fire detonated instantly—an arcane sorcery even Sion struggled to counter.  

Bam!

Even blocking the fiery fist with his blade sent him crashing into a debris wall.  

As he hit the wall and fell, the apostle charged again—landing a blazing kick that sent Sion flying.  

Ka-Ka-Ka-Ka!

Watching Sion vanish in the blast, the apostle smiled—then froze.  

“When…?”  

His leg had been severed.  

Had Sion cut it the moment he struck his abdomen?  

“In that instant…?”  

Eyes wide with disbelief, the apostle whirled around—  

—but it was too late. He couldn’t even scream.  

Before him stood the Apostle of War, blood streaming from his forehead, eyes wide—his limbs locked in terror.  

He never even realized when Sion had gotten behind him.  

‘He definitely launched me away…’

…No.  

‘He dodged from the start!’

The realization came too late.  

Sion had already swung his Yogeo, wreathed in sword energy.  

Whoosh!

Like the apostle wielding fire, black flames now blazed along the Apostle of War’s blade.  

Fierce fire reflected vividly in Sion’s eyes.  

Shiiink!

The apostle’s vision spun wildly through the air.  

Thud… plop…

His head rolled across the floor—eyes still rolling despite decapitation.  

The Apostle of War, clinging to the wall, approached.  

“M—my head’s been cut off?”  

“Yes. But you’re not dying? No signs of dissipation… What is this?”  

As Sion, covered in soot and flame, raised his sword for the finishing blow—  

a primal survival instinct surged from his spine, yanking his legs back violently.  

Whoosh!

Before he could even register it, he’d leapt several meters away—staring ahead in shock.  

“What… is that?”  

[Chaos has appeared.]  

But this form differed greatly from what Sion had seen in Mago’s realm.  

Limbless like a spider, with countless eyes—  

less a spider, more a mythic horror.  

‘So Evil Gods always take such grotesque forms when manifesting?’

[Because of Eru’s curse—the punishment inflicted upon the Goddesses exiled from heaven. That’s also why they seek to reclaim the heavens.]  

Sion swallowed hard, staring straight ahead.  

Chaos slowly began devouring its apostle’s head.  

“Agh! Goddess! Just—just one more chance! I was careless!”  

Crunch. Crunch.

But the Evil God of Chaos chewed mindlessly—inhumanly indifferent—as it consumed the rest of its apostle’s body.  

The Apostle had been powerful—defeated Sion only narrowly, one of the few to push him to the brink.  

Yet his end was this pitiful: devoured alive by the very Goddess he served.  

Had he known this fate, would he still have served her?  

‘…’  

Sion watched, feeling both fear and emptiness, as his once-formidable foe met his end.  

Finally, Chaos finished its meal—and acknowledged Sion’s presence.  

[Sion. Do not look into its eyes. It’ll drive you mad—even pierce through my divine protection.]  

‘Understood.’  

Sion lowered his gaze, relying only on spiritual sense—shutting out all variables. The Goddess’s voice alone was his beacon.  

Soon, Achille’s divine voice resonated through the blazing temple—  

not telepathy, but actual speech, brimming with sacred power.  

::Reveal yourself, Agnia.::  

So holy was her voice that ordinary humans couldn’t hear it clearly—  

only a distant, rumbling echo, yet its spiritual pressure alone would normally render them unconscious.  

Only Sion could endure it.  

Yet—  

::Hello, Achille.::  

The moment a third Goddess occupied the same space, blood began trickling from Sion’s ears—unstoppable.  

Whoosh!

Achille waved her arm, casting a barrier over Sion.  

Now the two Goddesses’ voices filtered through, sounding almost ordinary.  

“Agnia. I’m restraining my fury by mortal will alone. So speak plainly—”  

Her whole body trembled with suppressed rage—though her fingertips betrayed the slightest quiver.  

“Why? You—my own sister—have you truly allied with Chaos?”  

All human emotions originated from Goddesses.  

Achille, too, was merely one of the most emotionally vivid among them.  

The Goddess of Fire glided forward, red dress trailing—her presence suffocating. Even molten lava would freeze before her.  

Without Achille’s barrier, Sion’s skin would’ve melted long ago.  

‘Good—the others escaped safely.’  

Even after battle, Sion kept sensing the War Knights’ presence.  

Their numbers hadn’t significantly dropped—they must’ve retreated swiftly once danger was confirmed.  

Sion refocused on Agnia. She stood before Achille, smiling hotly like fire itself.  

“Achille. It seems you’ve held one long-standing misconception. I’ll correct it now.”  

“What?”  

Achille dipped her chin slightly, eyes narrowing—black bangs partially veiling her gaze.  

“Speak.”  

“I haven’t allied with the Evil God.”  

“…?”  

“I’m merely using another form of evil to capture the Evil God.”  

Achille stared, utterly bewildered.  

“Explain properly.”  

“Heh.”  

Agnia smirked mockingly.  

“You truly know nothing, Achille.  

You know nothing of what’s happened since your exile under false accusations—because you’re still bound by that curse.”  

Ahahah!

Suddenly, all flames snuffed out—as if blown away by a tempest. Agnia’s laughter manifested her power.  

All warmth vanished instantly.  

Her expression turned icy.  

“It’s not a curse, Achille!”  

“Then what is it?”  

“You yourself are evil! Can’t you see?”  

Agnia’s voice rose steadily.  

“War… War, War… Doesn’t that sound absurd?”  

The Goddess of Fire laughed brilliantly, like flickering flames—her crimson mirth filling the ruined temple.  

“Do you truly believe ‘War’—which brings death to mortals—can be a Goddess’s true epithet?”  

“…!”  

Achille’s brow furrowed deeply.  

Even Sion, who’d been silently listening, was stunned.  

“War is a concept of evil, Achille.”  

Agnia pointed a finger straight at Achille’s chest.  

“You are an Evil God.”  

“That’s absurd—”  

“Didn’t Eru tell you? To seek your true name!”  

Achille lost her words.  

She could say nothing.  

“The most malevolent, vile Evil God is regaining strength. Our alliance of goddesses has decided: to choose the lesser evil over the greater—and annihilate you.”  

Flames flickered at Agnia’s fingertip.  

A hole burned through the fabric covering Achille’s chest.  

Her expression went blank—as if her heart had been pierced.  

“Prepare yourself, Evil God Achille.”  

Then—  

Whoosh!

Her crimson eyes snapped toward Sion.  

“And you too—the Apostle of War who will bring ruin to this world.”

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