Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Invincible nodded to Ekaterina, the crystal dragon licked the wound on its claw, understood, and lowered its proud head slightly as it lay on the ground.

Nolan flipped himself onto the dragon's back, gently stroking his dragon wife's chin. Catherine let out a joyful whistle, creating a gust of wind as she soared into the sky.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a writhing chunk of flesh crept along the black blood and into the sewer...

141. The Ant and the Elephant

Freed from the constraints of the Heart-Eating Array, the Chaos Knight rode his dragon soaring through the night sky, heading straight for the northern city wall at the edge of the White Tower Shield.

The streets below were engulfed in flames, two-thirds of the city-state had been occupied, and low-level demons roamed everywhere, gnawing on the corpses of civilians and soldiers.

Ghouls, those ferocious monsters with skin of copper and bones of iron, are simply a nightmare for ordinary soul warriors, and the elemental magic resistance of floating ghosts also makes it impossible for sorcerers to deal with them.

Low-level demons have no reason whatsoever; they are as brutal as wild beasts, knowing only how to kill and devour.

These low-level demons are usually used by the Evil Slaughter Army to break up enemy formations. Even if you kill a thousand or ten thousand of them, they will still charge forward fearlessly.

Ekaterina glanced at them with disgust, then opened her mouth and unleashed a powerful breath, the dazzling crystal dragon flames instantly incinerating a large number of demons on the street.

The soldiers looked up and saw the Chaos Dragon Knight in the sky, which instantly boosted their prestige.

Lin Dichen and Yelu, who were helping at the front line, breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Wudi's invincible figure.

The real Abyss army was yet to come; densely packed high-ranking Dark Demon soldiers, clad in standard armor, marched forward in orderly formation, while skeletal siege engines and magic crystal cannons advanced slowly.

They are entering the fourth central hub from the northwest and are about to cross the magic crystal tower and collide with the first line of defense.

Nolan frowned slightly, and at a glance he realized that the Holy Alliance's defeat was not without reason.

The elite troops of the Evil Slaughter Army are on average level seven soul spirits, including many high-ranking officers of level ten or above, making them even more powerful than described in textbooks.

This was only a portion of the million-strong army that had traversed the wormhole. With the Liberty Wings Legion's strength and the stamina they had just recovered from the massive formation, the Third Central Command wouldn't last long.

We must cut off the Abyss's support as soon as possible!

Can one person be strong enough to defeat an army?

The answer is yes, but there are two very important questions to clarify.

First, it's about what kind of army we're fighting against; it's not a bunch of rabble that can just form a squad and call it a legion.

Secondly, just how strong are you? A thousand rookie recruits with only third-tier soul spirits could kill a level ten soul warrior if they weren't afraid of death.

Without considering the commander's strategy and legion planning, the Abyss Evil Army is ranked second only to the Obsidian Empire and the Orc Horde in terms of overall strength by the scholars of Saint Lenza.

The Dark Elves are incredibly brave, evil, and insane; their only weakness is their outdated military and technology.

Therefore, only a god could defeat the Evil Army single-handedly.

This time, before Catherine's dragon breath could even wash over the ground, the demon legion, under command, raised their magical shields in defense, and the protected sorcerers chanted protective spells.

Hundreds of level seven or eight elemental barriers instantly coalesced and formed, which even the peak level fifteen high-level dragon language secret technique could not break through.

This is a qualitative change caused by quantitative change, comparable to a saint-level spell.

Individual heroism doesn't apply in dimensional warfare, unless you're as powerful as the Fallen Dragon Knight Obsidian Emperor.

The Evil Slayer Army was well-trained, locking onto the dragon in the air in an instant, launching spears and crossbows in formation, and using secret energy to create a barrage of firepower that covered the sky.

Catherine deftly dodged and flew high into the sky; they couldn't stay here and play around with a bunch of lackeys.

.......

At the base of the silver-plated watchtower, a dark mass of abyss soldiers lurked menacingly, surrounding the seven stubbornly resisting powerhouses.

This is the largest and last wormhole in the northern city wall; the other spatial tunnels were destroyed by the Star Priests.

Looking around, all that could be seen was a scene of carnage, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and countless demon soldiers lying dead on the road.

Vivian and her remaining comrades could not advance another step and could only watch helplessly as the abyssal demons emerged one after another from the wormhole.

Blocking their path was an army of hundreds of thousands of tyrannical slayers, whose numbers were steadily increasing.

Their own side suffered heavy losses, having lost two guardians from Ceylon and Saint Lunsa, as well as several Star Priests, and the rest were all wounded.

Facing the elite forces of the Evil Slayer Army, the twelve saints were undoubtedly embarking on a suicidal defensive mission, and everyone was mentally prepared before setting off.

In the battles of different planes, human life is as insignificant as grass, even for saints.

Vivian's hair was disheveled, and her dark blue robe was torn in several places. She slowly squatted down, closed the eyes of the Bronze Guardian, and silently recited a prayer of rest.

"Star Protection Federation..."

This valiant mentor from Iserland was also personally crowned by her. His chest was charred black and riddled with dents and severe injuries. He had been blasted by dozens of magic crystal cannons and died protecting the priest by tearing open a wormhole.

There was no time for mourning; others threw themselves back into the fight.

The combination of the Black Iron Guardian and the Gold Guardian, a dwarf and a giant, was quite ferocious. With a flick of their wrists, their two battle axes, one black and one white, created a double whirlwind, turning into a battlefield meat grinder, slaughtering the vicious soldiers like cutting grass.

Countless corpses surrounded them, their bodies stained black by demon blood, but no matter how many they killed, more enemies kept coming in from the wormhole.

Heroic, yet meaningless—this is the most genuine thought deep in everyone's heart.

The soul... is about to be exhausted.

And the demons keep surging up endlessly.

It could be said that they are bearing most of the pressure for this ravaged city; if they fall, no innocent civilian in the inner city will be spared.

How many demons have been killed? 100,000? Or 200,000?

No one remembers clearly how their hands were covered in blood.

Apart from a few high-ranking officers, no one in the Evil Slaughter Army could withstand a single move from a Saint of the Temple. A Saint-level martial arts and spells could take away hundreds of lives with a single strike.

But how long can they keep fighting?

Too many ants can indeed kill an elephant, let alone the fact that they are at best just cows.

The true elephant is the extraordinary sage among the two armies, a monster that surpasses even saints and worries about disrupting the balance of war.

The two surviving Star Priests bit their lips, looked at the Night Elves floating in the sky, and stood guard, awaiting orders.

They had already destroyed three wormholes and were now completely exhausted, unable to continue to the West City.

Most likely... they will remain forever in the silver-plated watchtower, becoming food for demons.

Vivian stood on a planet, sixteen brilliant stars arranged in the constellation Aquarius, radiating dazzling light, silently confronting the man deep within the army of evil.

The Holy Archmage stared intently at the Evil Commander, having already buried countless high-ranking demons who had tried to seize the credit for their war effort amidst the countless shooting stars.

Among the thousands of great demons, a black-haired man stood out from the crowd, his identity extraordinary.

He stood atop a skeletal pegasus, his long hair flowing freely, without a helmet. His mount was actually a winged, cursed, resurrected evil unicorn.

The man had pale skin, a handsome face with a solemn expression, one of his horns broken in half, and instead of fleshy wings, a huge armored spike on his back. His long tail was like a whip, sharp and segmented.

High-ranking dark demons are very close to human form, like Meru and Janna.

142. Starry Sky Forbidden Spell

Wow.......

A strange fluctuation in the inner city's Dharma form attracted the attention of both sides, and the Heart-Devouring Array in the sky slowly dissipated.

"What!?"

The man looked surprised. The attack on the galaxy hadn't even been a moment long before the astral portal was disrupted. Even if other planes wanted to provide support and open a tunnel to the main plane, it would take them some time.

Thus, everything proceeded perfectly according to the Black Lich's plan.

However, the great formation was broken so quickly?

"Useless thing!"

The Evil Commander squinted at Vivian and said, "Your people are quite capable. They so decisively abandoned the Holy Land and the Council headquarters. They must be a terrifying group of people without faith."

Not a group, but one.

Vivian's smile was eerie, her green eyes gleaming, and her aura was in no way inferior.

"Uncle, you only sent three legions into the city. Aren't you underestimating the Wings of Liberty?"

Sion shook his head, speaking fluent Common Tongue of the Federation, and said in a deep voice, "I never underestimate any enemy. No matter how strong the Wings of Freedom Legion is, it is not as terrifying as you in my mind. As long as we protect the wormhole from the Eternal Apostles, the galaxy will surely fall today!"

"You flatter me, Commander Xi, but don't speak too soon."

"As expected of the Saints of the Planet, your reaction speed is indeed commendable. The destroyed wormhole has indeed delayed the army's assembly speed, but does the Sanctuary still have the power to resist?"

"Oh?"

Vivian responded with a cold laugh, her slender fingers gleaming with a starlight-like light. She hadn't gone all out yet, and neither had Xi Weng.

"Give up the resistance, Holy Magisters. You could have left on your own and not perished with the galaxy, but you chose to stand firm. This will is worthy of respect."

Sion paused, then said, "The Demon King can simultaneously promote the faith of the Time Guardians and the Demon God. The galaxy still welcomes every believer among the stars, and even accepts free people!"

Vivian chuckled wryly. "The filthy devil coexists with our Lord, the Eternal Time Dragon?"

Delusion!

"There's no need for that. Where is faith under a dictatorship?"

"It's a pity we couldn't reach a consensus."

Xi Weng's eyes grew cold, and the legion behind him exuded murderous intent.

Vivian shouted in front of everyone, "Sion, let's settle this right here and now, and let the outcome determine the success or failure of the Federation and the Abyss!"

The Hall Saint hesitated for a moment. The challenge from the Academy Headmaster was risky, but it was also a glimmer of hope. After all, no one had ever witnessed the true abilities of the Evil Ruler Commander. All that was known was that he had been undefeated for a hundred years.

Mr. Xi laughed, "I didn't expect you to be so naive."

"What, the great [Unforgivable] Saint Sion doesn't dare to confront me?"

Vivian raised an eyebrow.

"Don't provoke me. I have the pride and dignity of a demon warrior, but before that, I am first and foremost a commander. I will not let any impulse or emotion cloud my judgment. I don't know if I can defeat you, but I know that the Evil Army will surely defeat the Wings of Freedom!"

Sion wiped the white bone spear in his hand, seemingly equally regretful that he had not been able to compete fairly with a top-tier saint.