Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

In the eyes of the citizens of the Holy Alliance and the believers of the goddess, this woman who deceived the world in the name of purity must have done something to betray the will of the Seven Luminaries Goddess, otherwise why would she be stripped of her right to control the elements?

"Alright, alright, everyone calm down. I've already seen someone bidding. Don't rush, we still have plenty of time to play with the Holy Maiden. Let's decide on the War Maiden's first opponent first. Please note that Fenrui'er has had all her souls taken away and is extremely vulnerable. Please be sure to protect her well!"

The mocking, sarcastic tone only amplified the cruelty.

178. Time for Rich Kids to Chat

Before she is sold, what awaits Fenrir in the arena is endless teasing and torment. Nothing is more exciting or thrilling than torturing a high-ranking saintess.

As long as Fenruier has a breath left, the Trident can save her.

Speaking of which, the nobles who were really looking forward to it should thank the invincible sinner~

Messiah opened his mouth, but then stopped himself from speaking.

It seems that Fernail did not suffer any torment in the Inquisition, but it's hard to say what will happen next.

Even as the screen reflected the needs and votes of each guest, the price continued to soar, quickly reaching 70 million, an unprecedented figure in the arena area.

"Oh dear, it seems everyone is more eager to see Lady Fenrir's heroic figure fighting against the monsters. Well then, I have some cute little ones here. Is it an army of slimes, or abyssal tentacle demons? Acidic worms are also a good choice."

The host decided the fighter's opponent in a few words, and a battle between humans and monsters ensued. What followed was going to be very interesting.

"hateful......"

Fenruier struggled to lift her head, her jaw clenched, but she could no longer feel her soul anywhere in her body, and had no strength at all.

They were treated like commodities, pointed at and judged, and had never suffered such humiliation in decades.

Fenrui had heard of this place, the back garden of the powerful and wealthy, the burial ground of slaves, but she never imagined that she would become one of them, to be defiled and entertained by others.

Thanks to His Holiness the Pope, she was spared physical pain in the Inquisition, but her spirit was repeatedly tormented, and she endured countless interrogations within the barrier.

They could not find Fenrir's sin, nor could they question the existence of the miracle.

Regardless, the valiant Holy War Maiden is no more, and can never return to her former power.

Then a dark hand emerged from the shadows, reaching for the Inquisition, and threw this forsaken one, who was no longer of any value to the Septian Temple, into the Trident Club.

Despair filled Fenrui's heart.

In just a few days, she underwent a dramatic transformation and fully experienced the bitterness of being unjustly accused.

At this moment, the former apostle of the earth element could not even commit suicide.

His sword-wielding hands trembled slightly; if he disobeyed orders even slightly, the runic shackles would bind his mind.

These damned slave traders even branded themselves with slave marks!

Sometimes, the saintess, on the verge of collapse, would fall into deep thought.

If I hadn't volunteered to arrest the criminal that day, would the outcome have been different?

What exactly did Invincible say to the goddess in the rainbow...?

click!

The iron gates of the opposite cell opened, leaving no time for the poor girl to repent.

A sharp hiss came from the cave entrance, and Fenrui'er's pupils contracted slightly, and she took two steps back.

Her opponent was not a single magical beast, but a whole group of them. All the low-level magical beasts mentioned in the previous scene were released from their cages and pounced on the only outlier in the arena.

The colorful slime slowly wriggled, and swarms of sour, putrid larvae swarmed towards it. Before Fenrir could react, her feet were entangled by several wet tentacles, and her thighs were covered in sticky liquid.

"Oh no, I think I accidentally released all the monsters. What will our weak Saintess do now?"

The host chuckled softly, clearly intentionally, which made the numbers jump faster, making the nobles even more excited.

Fenrir's armor slowly melted in the acid, and her hands and feet were being pulled by tentacles, making it difficult for her to stretch them out.

She was so slow that even when the slime jumped onto her body, it gradually enveloped her slender waist and lower buttocks. She couldn't shake it off no matter what she did.

In the past, these monsters, which averaged less than level five, would never have been a match for her!

These magical beasts were not ferocious or bloodthirsty, but once tamed, they were adept at toying with their prey. They did not harm Fenrir, but rather humiliated the saintess's last shred of dignity step by step.

The tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally couldn't be held back and slid down her cheeks.

Is this the sacred alliance she swore allegiance to and vowed to defend to the death?

Seeing this, Zenora inside the disc was heartbroken. She grabbed Nolan's arm and pleaded, "Please save her, please, she's not a bad person."

"Cause and effect have never been related to good or evil. Good people don't necessarily live to be a hundred years old, and bad people don't necessarily die a horrible death. Besides, I'm not the one who has the ability to save her now."

Nolan rubbed Zinora's face and gestured towards the magic crystal screen.

The little princess calmed herself down, looked at the astronomical figures that were rising steadily, and came to her senses.

It seems there's only one way to end this cruel game.

The price of Saint War Maidens has skyrocketed, now comparable to the most profitable secondary planes, causing most nobles to regretfully back out.

Fewer and fewer people are participating in the competition, but none of them are easy to mess with.

The number jumped to 80 million in an instant, then jumped again to 90 million.

The host shuddered. "Ten million, ten million at a time," he added, "a big fish has taken the bait." He then added a thought-provoking remark.

"As far as I know, Fenrir is still a virgin!"

The saintess in the arena was still suffering. Fenrir struggled against the combined attack of the monsters, refusing to let out a mournful cry, determined not to let those vile villains who wanted to see her in such a wretched state succeed.

The guest who was so generous was of course Zinora; she wouldn't stand by and watch Fernail fall into the hands of the beasts of the Holy Alliance.

The number paused for a moment, then rose again. Another dignitary seemed to have gotten carried away and jumped from ten million to one hundred million, all for the chance to be the first to enjoy the saint's virtue.

Zinora's face remained ashen, and without hesitation, he added another ten million, making Lily and Mengmeng stick out their tongues in admiration.

The future empress of the Sunlit Royal Court is indeed very confident.

At this moment, many customers at the round table were already secretly glancing this way, wondering who the bold member behind the number was.

The one that has always been competing with Zinora is the purple-gold disc that is closest to the arena. Every time it flashes in the VIP room, it means a paddle is raised, and Fenrir's value increases accordingly.

Most of the other guests knew the identity of the lavish regular, but Zinora didn't care or what kind of trouble she might get into.

"Wow!"

The guests in the surrounding seats were all excitedly watching the center of the arena as the War Maiden's armor gradually disappeared, revealing her fair and voluptuous body.

The numbers on the screen changed several more times, and Zinora gradually began to feel the pressure, desperately wanting to end this humiliation.

This exorbitant price was the limit for the tall young man inside the purple-gold disc; any more and he would be scolded by his father. Therefore, he was full of curiosity about the identity of the rare fellow enthusiast and seemed quite surprised that someone dared to oppose him.

I never imagined that besides him, there would be anyone else willing to spend so much money on women.

The young man, with two stunningly beautiful servants of the Temple of War in his arms, stood before the transparent barrier, smiling as he raised a toast across the neon lights to the room where the girls were.

He expressed his willingness to befriend this person and to give up this precious gift.

He was a notorious lecher, always accompanied by beautiful women, and made no attempt to hide his true nature.

The heir to the Tafors dynasty, son of the Azure King.

"Dalton?"

Messiah laughed in anger; who else could that disgusting scum be but the minister of the Glorious Saints?

179. If I had the money, I'd play like that too!

The sinner, Fernail, was finally sold for a hefty price of 170 million to a guest in VIP room No. 173.

A god-forsaken warrior stripped of his elements broke the record for the highest price ever paid for an arena fighter with a price nearly six times higher, greatly exceeding the host's expectations, who had thought that breaking 100 million was the limit.

The current "Heroic" Saint is now just a name, unable to even defeat a few tentacle monsters and slimes.

Selling it for such a price is very satisfying, and it can be considered a final contribution to the Holy Alliance.

"call."

Chinara breathed a sigh of relief; she didn't know what she would do if Dalton continued to make things difficult for her.

Messiah asked suspiciously, "Do you have that much money on you?"

"No."

Chinara shook her head.

"Huh? Then how come..."

"Yes, I have it. I'll return it to you when I get home!"

The princess stretched out her hand and made a "freebie" sound.

"I'm ￥%*&@!"

Messiah rolled his eyes and almost vomited blood.

Her impressive black card had long been frozen by her uncle, and now all she had left was this little bit of cash in her wallet—about the same amount of Star Diamonds she had accumulated, and she'd already spent it all!

Mengmeng clicked her tongue slightly. If she were to squander this money, she would first go to the Beast God Altar to cleanse her soul, and then buy a set of top-tier magic armor from head to toe.

It's no exaggeration to say that with this amount of money, even Ekaterina wouldn't be able to defeat the War Bear Girl for the time being.

The others felt it was a bit of a waste, but they didn't say much. After all, it was a matter of life and death, and even outsiders couldn't stand to see the former Holy War Maiden being humiliated like this.

Following Chinora's strong protests, the monsters were herded back to the iron gates by the staff.

Fenruier lay exhausted on the blood-soaked sand, her delicate body wet and her clothes tattered, covered in a mysterious liquid.

"I'm very sorry, everyone, our guests are already eager to have the saintess all to themselves, so the performance has come to an end!"

Disappointed, the nobles in the many circular rooms left the arena area to find other entertainment elsewhere.

Fenrir was sent back to her cage, while the girls' rooms slowly descended into the arena hall, and the goods would be delivered soon.

At this moment, an invitation popped up on the screen, indicating that the young master of the Azure Palace inside the Purple Gold Disc wanted to have dinner with a mysterious guest.

Messiah and Lily exchanged glances, both sneering.