Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Invincible only cares about keeping Yelu alive and preventing her from dying suddenly; how much she can digest is up to her.

This torment lasted for several days. Yelu was listless, and every time she was about to enter that insane little dark room, she would cry and burrow into her master's arms. Her whole body was almost turning into an invincible, brutal shape!

But the changes are also obvious. The girl's fiery spirit grows stronger every day, and she is completely different. Her skin is smooth and fair, her temperament changes drastically, and she becomes more and more alluring.

The indigestible flames leaked from her pores and flowed onto her surface, making Yero look like an elemental spirit herself.

That was exactly the saintess that the Rainbow Archbishop and his followers loved to see most—a future battle maiden blessed by the elemental goddess!

Leveling up every day, what kind of treatment is that?

210. The Weakest Saint is Born

Over time, Yero's view of the Black Knight shifted from worship to awe, which made Lin Dichen so jealous he was practically tearing his own limbs apart!

The young saintess remained at the sixteenth level for several days. The final step was too big, requiring an exceptionally profound spiritual impact, which originally required a lot of time to accumulate.

But the beautiful goddess king tirelessly forced more elemental spirits onto the two apostles, feeding them until they were full every day, never stopping until they rolled their eyes and fainted.

To do something like this without incurring divine punishment, aside from the elemental goddess, there is probably only the beautiful girl god-king.

Finally, one day quietly arrived, and Yero opened her eyes in the dark room, her pupils burning brightly.

boom!

A strong heat wave burst forth, lifting the ceiling off its surface.

The surging torrent of energy was blocked by the barrier, concealing the newly ascended saint of the present world.

"Oh my god, is this really... me?"

Yero opened her arms, an incredible power surging around her, as if she could summon a meteorite with just a word.

"I am already... a saint?"

The Black Knight nodded, and Lin breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was grateful, she still rolled her eyes at Wudi. At least she didn't have to endure being "pregnant" every day to kiss her disciple in front of this madman.

"Yes, but it's the weakest. Your secret technique specialization is still at the thirteenth level, and you need some time to improve."

"I will!"

Yero suddenly hugged the Black Knight, bursting into tears of joy.

Who else but this incredible man could create a saint in just a few days?

Invincible stared at the red-haired girl for a long time, seemingly lost in thought, before finally managing to utter, "Has your bust size gotten bigger?"

Yero clutched her chest, her face flushing red.

"I have no idea about that!"

The little saintess of the Iselan plane, obscure and unassuming, clutched her chest, her heart pounding, and asked uncertainly, "So, am I qualified now...?"

It goes without saying what Yero wants to do.

Invincible immediately rejected the idea, saying, "Not yet. You know, the main characters always make their grand entrance at the end. We can't make it seem too deliberate, nor can we easily reveal our motives, making people think that you've been planning this for a long time."

Yero tilted her head, not understanding.

"We must make sure you're accidentally discovered. Lin will create a 'coincidence' to accompany you to Avalon, where you'll be unexpectedly discovered by the bishops during the selection process at the Land of Faith. The day of your coronation will be the day you are promoted to War Maiden. Hmph, everything is part of my plan!"

The Black Knight was full of confidence.

The Silver Guardian closed his eyes, covered his ears, and silently prayed, pretending not to hear this blasphemous act. Although he didn't quite agree with this approach, he had no better way to help Yero.

In any case, as long as the result is good, it's not a bad thing. This child will definitely not let down the Goddess of Elements.

Yero pouted and asked doubtfully, "But I've been planning this for a long time! I've always dreamed of becoming a great Holy War Maiden, the supreme apostle of the Elemental Goddess!"

At least Jeroen was more honest than Fernrille, but how long could she remain pure in that filthy mire?

Invincible tapped the girl on the head, "You won't last long in the Holy Alliance with such naive ideas. Remember, don't trust anyone there!"

"I understand, I only trust you."

Yero covered her head and squatted down, feeling wronged.

She was already a saint, though the weakest, and didn't even have a proper name. She was just as weak as before in front of her invincible teacher.

Invincible thought for a moment, then gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Don't trust me too much. I don't have any good intentions towards you, you understand?"

“I know, but you have helped me fulfill my long-cherished wish. No matter what happens, I will be grateful for the rest of my life. Even if I fail in the end, I will still grant all your requests.”

Yero smiled, gazing sincerely into the deep black hole beneath the helmet.

"Really?"

"real!"

Yero nodded emphatically, her face displaying the simple, honest sincerity that the allied nobles might have perceived as that of a country bumpkin.

Invincible lowered his head, suddenly realizing that this might have been a mistake—pushing such a rare believer with pure faith into Asteria's arms instead of taking her in.

"Then try kissing me first."

"Uh."

Yero shrank her neck, bit her lip, and looked slightly awkward.

She had just closed her eyes and stood on tiptoe when the puppet armor dissipated into black mist.

"Just kidding, go kiss Nolan. Remember to kiss him on the lips, not anywhere else. Everything I do is for my supreme master, the Lord of Chaos..."

This left the puzzled master and apprentice somewhat bewildered; Wudi and Nolan seemed more like master and servant.

Kidnapping a Holy War Maiden and returning one of his own to the Holy Seven Luminaries Goddess—that's the Chaos God King's way of being fair.

Asteria definitely wouldn't mind, and even if she did, it wouldn't matter. If she's so capable, she can come down and decide who's the top and who's the bottom herself!

Currently, the only thing that can restrict the beautiful girl god-king from doing whatever she wants is the body of Josephine.

The slow progress of Nolan's physical enhancement greatly limited his plans; even with his powers, there were things he couldn't do.

The little witch seems to be fading from view. She attends classes during the day and immerses herself in the void at night to temper her immortal divine body.

Until one day, a golden hole appeared in the sky. Someone had opened a spatial tunnel in Iselan and traveled thousands of miles to a remote corner of the Holy Alliance.

Next to appear was a magic crystal airship. The huge flying object was intricately carved and gleaming with gold all over, like an extravagant work of art, noble and extraordinary, which aroused the amazement and discussion of countless students.

"That is?"

Messiah paused for a moment, then looked at Nolan.

Even the Star Realm Consortium couldn't afford such a large sum.

Zinora let out a strange cry and took off running, fleeing towards dormitory 516.

The two exchanged a knowing smile, realizing what was coming; what was bound to happen would eventually happen.

The fact that Skuld and the four Guardians did not stop it indicates that this dimensional jump was under the dual legitimate protection of the Free Federation's territory and the Holy Alliance's Isheran domain.

A golden staircase descended from the sky, leading directly to the Golden Avenue, and people slowly walked down from it.

The blond-haired, golden-eyed man was slender and handsome, with fair skin, pointed ears, and a magnificent robe trimmed with gold thread, which clearly indicated his identity.

What brings the high elves of the Sunlit Royal Court here?

After the initial shock, everyone realized that the stunning image of the Eclipse Witch, Zenora, was so deeply ingrained in their minds that they almost forgot that the Chaos Witch was also a princess of the High Elves.

The Silver Guardian personally greeted them, and breaths of holy light echoed through the central square accompanied by hymns.

Allen waved to disperse the two squads of high-ranking guards behind him, took Lin's hand, smiled slightly, and gave the Silver Guardian's hand a gentle kiss with great gentlemanly manners.

"High Priest of the Holy Temple, the last time we met was in the Milky Way, it must have been... fifty years?"

Elves are second only to dragons in longevity; even without entering the sacred realm, they can easily live past two hundred years old.

The two seemed to have known each other for many years. Lin pouted and teased, "Are you mocking me for being old, Sun Elf King, Your Excellency Allen?"

211. Grown up

Such a distant form of address made Allen feel a little uncomfortable, and he said with a wry smile, "Of course not, you are still as charming as ever, and you still make my heart flutter after all these years. It's just a pity that I can never get into your heart. Let's skip the formalities, Principal... are you drunk again?"

Allen's actual age is not much younger than Lynn's, but he looks as young as a young man.

"No, not today, I'm just too ashamed to face anyone."

Lin glanced at the Starry Obelisk; that silly little girl was also peeking at it.

Allen raised an eyebrow, laughing in exasperation, and said with a troubled expression, "I knew it was Skuld who suppressed the eighteen solar decrees! Her Majesty the Queen is furious, which is why I came here personally to take Zinora back."

Lin responded with a wry smile; anyone could guess what King Allen had come for.

In pursuit of enrollment goals for San Rensa, Skuld has resorted to any means necessary, constantly teetering on the edge of legality.

The visitor was the third in line to the throne of the Sunlit Royal Court, a devout believer of the Temple of Light, an honorary high priest, the Elf King of the Sunlit Elves, the younger brother entrusted with important responsibilities by Her Majesty the Queen, and the uncle of Zinora.

However, there is a special existence among them: the invincible Saint of the End.

This is really a headache~

The ancient elves were originally the original supporters of the elemental goddesses. The seven main elements correspond to the seven races of high elves, each led by its respective elven king.

Later, the gospel spread to the insignificant human race, and the Holy Alliance was born. To this day, the two remain strong allies, and the Sun Court has also contributed significantly to the Abyss counterattack.

Allen had no interest in small talk and headed straight for the girls' dormitory with Lin. This time, no one had the right to stop him from taking away the royal princess.

The Elf King opened his palm, and specks of light lifted the two of them, making them float in the sky. They moved gracefully along a dazzling golden path of light. Allen himself was clearly a powerful light elemental sorcerer.

"It's pitiful for children to be unable to go to school. A few years of further study shouldn't be much for high elves, right? Or does Her Majesty the Queen not trust us, the protectors of the Star Alliance School?"

The Silver Guardian subtly probed the Light Elf King's intentions, making harmless jokes.

Allen rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile, "How could that be? The Free Federation is a friend of the Sunlit Royal Court forever. I can't even begin to compare with Lady Vivian's strength. Zinora has never had any friends since she was a child. It's not a big deal if she acts willfully once. It would be fine under normal circumstances, but now is a time of crisis for the Royal Court. We can't allow her to act recklessly."

Lin's expression showed surprise, which left no room for negotiation.

"Is it that serious?"

Allen shut his mouth, saying nothing more, his attitude resolute.