Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

By this time, news of the divine artifact's appearance had likely already spread.

The Guardians of the Holy Judgment have fallen into the hands of the Astral Consortium. Even if someone is interested, there's nothing that can be done for the time being. I believe that Senator Tass and Byron are also completely baffled when they hear this news.

No one knows how to use the artifact or what terrible things it can do; the unknown is always the most frightening thing.

Importantly, every recent incident seems to be inextricably linked to the Black Knights of Itheran.

Chaos beliefs are beginning to truly enter the world's field of vision.

This not only attracted many high lords from the highest planes, but also drew the attention of the mad Chaos Apostles to their less "chaotic" kind.

Everything is being pulled by an unknowable, invisible black hole...

Through this cross-border trip, the two ministers of the Nightingale gained a profound understanding of their own poverty and the exaggerated spending habits of the Holy Alliance.

As everyone stepped into the school gate, the Black-Winged Angel stretched and offered some very constructive suggestions.

"An alliance?"

Messiah glanced at Nolan, then at the beautiful and charming Senior Lily, somewhat surprised.

“That’s right. If we stick together, I believe we can challenge for more bounties. We’ll split the other bounties equally, but the lord’s position will depend on our individual abilities. What do you think?”

Mengmeng raised her index finger, seemingly not on a whim, but rather after a long period of planning.

Was their meeting in Lieyang City a mere coincidence?

A big question mark appeared in Zinora's mind.

Nightingale's strength is far beyond what the Throne of Chaos can match, and she wouldn't be afraid to challenge the Saints of Honor head-on.

Why would such a powerful organization need to form an alliance with the Buster Call and the new students?

Nolan didn't feel anything was wrong, but it was very abrupt and surprising. His older sister's old friend seemed to be looking out for him.

Who wouldn't be happy to get a good deal?

Lily smiled and said, "The last time the Joestar family allied with Nightingale, they took over Heimton together. That original plane still belongs to the Glorious Saints, and it produces 1.32 million gold coins every year as the club's fund."

This refers to Alicia's glorious deeds when she was still a Saint of Glory.

Nolan had already made up his mind, but he asked aloud, "Is this Professor Janna's suggestion?"

The succubus homeroom teacher is Nightingale's advisor and mentor. As a "capable" demon secretary, she seems to have a lot of complaints about her boss lately.

The two beautiful senior students blinked, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Lockrayne saw a miracle in Nolan, and now they see it too.

If the next era is about to begin, then wise people will surely choose the most reliable allies to welcome the new era together.

"make a deal!"

Nolan readily shook hands with the black-winged girl, officially establishing an alliance.

He also hugged the two female seniors and gave each of them a sweet kiss, planting a big kiss on their cheeks.

Lily and Mengmeng blinked, their smiles strange.

"Uh?"

What kind of etiquette is this?

I wish us a pleasant cooperation!

This caused Zenora and Messiah to stare wide-eyed, giving the troublesome little imp a resentful look on their way back to the dormitory.

They brought back not only legendary artifacts, but also a burden worth 100 million.

The war maiden, now a commoner, lies unconscious with a persistent high fever, yet she keeps murmuring the name she hates to the core.

Invincible!

Chinara had no choice but to take her back to Saint Rensa; the poor former saint really had nowhere to go.

The past glory and prestige now only bring Fenrir humiliation and torment. The Sixth War Maiden used to belong to the Azure King's camp, so it is easy to imagine why she came to Iseran and who guided her to come here to judge the Black Knight.

The weak have no value, and even Dalton betrayed his useless ally, trying to get a share of the spoils. Naturally, many people want to enjoy the desecration of the saintess.

Catherine carried Fenrir on her back, taking the frail little princess directly to the medical station at the Silver Campus.

Physical wounds can heal, but the tears in one's heart are difficult to heal.

For the temple saintesses of other sub-planes, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as a position for a battle maiden had become vacant.

Yero must be very conflicted right now. It's impossible for her not to be tempted, but she has no advantage whatsoever in terms of strength or soul.

Nolan could almost guess the little cutie's complicated feelings of wanting to ask for help but not daring to speak up. After all, going to the Clock Tower of Avalon to serve the elemental goddess and licking Asteria's smelly feet for the rest of her life was her lofty dream.

Having an obedient and sensible Holy War Maiden stationed within the Holy See seems like a good idea...

Nolan licked his lips, deciding to have a good chat with the purple-haired old woman from the Temple of Light, hoping to gain more benefits for the Throne of Chaos.

192. A Paradise for Corporate Slaves

While Nolan was philandering, the Black Knight's puppet armor remained untouched in the Grand Tutor's villa.

When I have time, I can take it out and cross dimensions, tearing apart spatial barriers for fun. When I don't have time, I just leave it to gather dust and wander around aimlessly, making myself known to all the teachers and students in the school.

Attendance must be maximized; you can't miss out on free wages.

Speaking of that armor that has been destroyed countless times, even the silly principal feels sorry for it. It has almost become invincible, since no one has ever seen the real thing.

Now that the Dragon Spear is lost, the only remaining impression people have of the [End] Saint is that dark, gloomy thing.

Despite the constant repairs and maintenance, the beautiful goddess king was still using it, even though her external magical armor was long damaged and her defense was practically zero.

On this day, Invincible was still wandering around at home, sometimes taking a bath with his armor wrapped in a towel, sometimes squatting on the toilet reading the newspaper. Although he had no physical form, he did not neglect himself at all.

The Black Knight wasn't lonely; in fact, he was a bit annoyed because there were still quite a few unexpected visitors to his home.

For example, Yherlo, the little saint of Iselan.

The head of the student union's publicity department has already completed all his credits. When he has nothing to do, he fools the believers of St. Lenza, who come to be tortured every day.

By all accounts, Yero has stayed in the barrier for quite some time, and each time she rushes into the gate with great excitement.

"Today, today we can definitely do it, believe me, invincible teacher!"

"come on."

"Ok!"

Then, a day passed, and the starving red-haired girl collapsed inside. Invincible picked up her body and threw her out to wash her face.

Another day passed without a single successful attempt to draw the Flame Rune. The little saintess returned to her dormitory dejectedly to sleep.

At least for now, her mental strength is enough to sustain her until she walks back to the girls' dormitory.

At first, Yero became so engrossed in rune construction that she spent all her time at Invincible's house except when she was on duty or attending classes.

As a result, their relationship became the subject of bizarre rumors in various colleges and universities, and she was viewed with strange eyes by her teacher, the Silver Guardian.

After that, Yero didn't dare stay any longer; others wanted to move in but didn't even have a chance.

After a period of mutual torment, Invincible and Yero reached a certain consensus.

She has absolutely no talent for mastering the language of the gods!

However, Yero remained undeterred and persistent. Whether Asteria herself possessed this spirit is unknown, but writing it in the divine canon would certainly deceive many believers.

The headmaster of St. Lenza was also a frequent visitor to the villa, and he was the kind who would barge in and cause a drunken ruckus without knocking.

That night, Skadi vaguely heard that the school was going to be demolished. At the time of the incident, she was lying in the Starry Obelisk with a bottle of liquor, having a wonderful dream, punching the Abyss Demon King and kicking the Obsidian Emperor.

The little angel was suddenly awakened by a loud noise. Peeking out groggily, he saw a rainbow cannon blasting directly from the Starry Sanctuary to the Golden Avenue, smashing down many school buildings.

"It must be a dream..."

Skuld wiped the drool from her mouth, folded her wings, and fell down again.

When she woke up again, the secretary-general was standing in front of her, looking furious. There were two handprints on her pretty face. He had slapped her twice before shaking her awake.

"What? Invincible killed the Papacy's envoy and used him as a human model for a physiology and health course, dissecting him on the spot?"

"Luckily, it wasn't anyone important. Quickly bury the body and pretend nothing happened... What did you say? Caught red-handed? Invincible fought with Holy War Maiden again? Wait, did he win or lose?"

"Oh, that's good... What? Even though you won, the school was almost demolished?"

"Thank goodness it was almost... What? The Vatican's forces could storm into St. Lenza School at any moment? If it weren't for the miracle, the divine punishment wouldn't have fallen on our own people?"

"Okay, thankfully the goddess was blind and let that kid go, so the situation is fine now for various reasons?"

Skuld, still shaken, breathed a sigh of relief, scratched the back of her head, and said, "Then why did you wake me up?"

?o3o?

“@#￥%&…”

At that moment, Janna even felt like killing that birdman.

"That scared me to death! It wasn't a dream after all. Luckily, these henchmen weren't kept for nothing; they took care of everything without me even having to lift a finger. Star Protection Federation! Hiccup~~~"

"I'm afraid it's Xingyou, who's disabled!"

Then, our great and wise principal was so shocked by the news that he couldn't sleep. He then went into a small tavern outside the school with his arm around the secretary-general and had a few drinks, ostensibly to calm his nerves.

Thus, Scotti survived the crisis that threatened the very existence of San Lenta while completely drunk.

From then on, the silly angel would come over every few days with fine wine, kicking down the door, opening the bottle, and sprawling on the sofa in one smooth motion, as naturally as if she were back in her own home.

The black hole has evolved again, becoming an after-get off work paradise for desperate office workers, a dumping ground for negative energy, specifically designed to release work stress.

What's worse is that these two bastards finished having their fun, pulled up their pants, and left, leaving behind bottles and vomit all over the place.

This made the [End] Saint feel like he, a top-tier mentor, was a gigolo, and one who didn't even get a tip!

This shows just how busy the puppet armor is every day.

Not only do they have to train mentally challenged saintesses and deal with overly enthusiastic female teachers, but they also have to clean for their superiors and subordinates.

"I am back!"

Wudi sighed. Every night, as he finished get off work, he would hear this terrible news.