Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

At least, let the little princess leave this world cleanly and with some dignity; this is her final mission.

Pentos laughed loudly after hearing this, and sneered, "My little queen, you've finally seen the true colors of that madwoman, haven't you? What expectations do you still have for your insane mother? I'm sure she was ordered to kill you at all costs!"

Chinara's eyes trembled slightly, a hint of unspeakable pain flashing across them.

So, Allen's airship is also...

"is this real?"

Even so, the little princess still couldn't help but want to confirm it one more time.

"Do your best to save the princess, or kill her. I'm sorry, I have no other choice."

The dancer nodded slightly, and the dagger gradually approached Zenora's heart.

The blonde girl's face showed neither surprise nor joy, only an indescribable, faint weariness. She was no longer the naive little princess who was easily startled.

An unusual silence signaled the end of the first round of the game; what followed was no longer the stage for wind and night, but for the true master of darkness.

Nolan squeezed Messiah's shoulder, opened his palm, and the steel greatsword fell into his hand.

At the same time, a gentle breeze swept through the majestic fortress, and the temperature in the cool night of the Wind Whispering Court suddenly rose. The Wind Knights' magical eagles began to circle restlessly, becoming unruly.

"Ok?"

The nameless dancer, who was closest to the eclipse and was the first to notice something amiss, moved her skillful hand to precisely end the princess's disastrous night.

"you dare!"

The dancer holds the future of the Wind King in her hands; no one can crush it!

The spiral spear hurtled forward with incredible speed, whistling as it came, carrying the arrogant power of the Wind King, attempting to pierce the assassin. He was absolutely confident that he would pierce the dancer's head first!

Chi!

However, the barbed blade in the assassin's hand slowly melted away. The dancer was shocked and clutched her aching hand as she was forced back several meters by the dark sun wheel.

That's a level 10 magic weapon!

At the same time, the Elf King's Storm Spiral also dissolved.

"what?"

Pentos's expression gradually turned serious as he stared in astonishment at the black sun.

A Saint?

How can it be!

Chinara slowly turned around, staring at the bewildered Dark Dancer with a cold and arrogant expression.

"I don't need anyone's protection, nor do I need anyone's interference!"

The sun, devoid of light, hung like a crown above the eclipse witch's head. Chaos was branded on Zenora's towering chest, baring its fangs and claws, spewing out hazy flames of the void, devouring the surrounding dim light, and stealing the city's flames.

"My God!"

The surrounding Wind Breath Legion looked on with awe and retreated in obeisance, for that was their Empress.

Nolan, his blood-red hair flaring wildly, slung his greatsword over his shoulder and walked to Zenora's side. In a knightly manner, he gently kissed the young empress's cold hand, anticipating an even more exciting chapter to come.

Since the little princess has no intention of subduing the Wind Whisper Royal Court in a simple way, let's continue according to her wishes.

"Get up! Idiots, what are you doing!?"

Pentos rolled his eyes and once again rallied the Wind Knights to surround the three girls whose auras had suddenly changed under the moonlight.

However, the heatwave struck relentlessly, making it impossible for anyone to get close to Chinara, while the sun wheel grew ever larger, its ripples spreading and emitting a terrifying halo.

The little princess's growth was so astonishing that it brought a mysterious and unknown power back to the royal court, something no one had expected, including other schemers lurking in the shadows.

With the legion useless, Pentos panicked. How could he watch the crown that was within his grasp escape from the Whispering Court? Even if it meant wielding his sword in front of the soldiers and offending the Queen, he would keep the three of them here!

225. Plans have changed.

The Wind Spirit King gritted his teeth, not unaware of the other night visitors with ulterior motives.

Pentos suddenly roared at the sky, no longer insisting on keeping the little princess under one person's control.

"Allen, you've been here for a while, what are you waiting for!?"

"Humph!"

A cold shout came from the sky.

Another glorious sun broke through the clouds, and a handsome, aloof sun elf, like a sun god fallen to earth, stood on the city wall, blocking the way.

Allen radiated a fiery light that illuminated the fortress, clearly expressing his dissatisfaction with his ally's concealment and dictatorship.

But at this moment, they are still on the same side, determined to keep Chinora here!

Zenora curled her lips into a smile, her cold gaze falling on the King of Light. Allen's eyes darkened, unable to look directly into those eclipse-like eyes.

Now, the girl should understand everything.

“Zinora, I have no intention of hurting you or your friends. None of this was part of my plan. You shouldn’t have gotten involved.”

"Yes, your plan is to use me against Mother. What a glorious act."

The little princess's smile was exceptionally sweet, and her aura was still rising.

The eclipse halo, which had just been suppressed, was showing signs of challenging Allen's dominance. As the witch embraced chaos more deeply, the void energy she could draw from the planes became even more immense.

Surprisingly, the eclipse did not harm any of the kneeling soldiers or civilian homes; the oppressive atmosphere was directed only at the stubborn wind knights and the two high elf kings.

"You don't understand. My sister has gone mad. She wants to destroy the elven kingdom with her own hands. Give me some time, and I will tell you the whole truth!"

Allen continued to persuade the slaves, but Zenora would never trust anyone again.

If the Lord of Time had revealed everything upon their initial encounter, things might not have turned out this way.

"Save your energy for explaining to the dead. Now, you want to divide my kingdom and sow discord among my people—this is my answer!"

The Eclipse Witch intertwined her fingers, creating ripples in the air, and thousands of wind knights, clutching their restless bodies, plummeted from the demonic eagle.

The powerful soul impact also shook the two kings, forcing them to retreat repeatedly. Helpless, Allen sighed and had no choice but to mobilize the element of light.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Pentos shouted and rushed forward, intending to capture the frail blue-haired girl as a hostage.

Forcibly stopping Her Majesty the Queen is out of control and could potentially harm Chinora.

The longer it is delayed, the more likely something unexpected will happen. If the people who have been secretly watching are awakened from their dreams and turn their blades against the Empress, it won't sound good.

Allen muttered incantations, and a sword-blade array condensed from the sun disc behind him. He said in a deep voice, "Since you cannot accept the truth, I have no choice but to help you calm down first. Chaos is indeed powerful, but only light can guide our path!"

Chinara confronted the blazing sun on the city wall, while the other two girls stood behind her.

"Giao!"

The giant bird let out another strange cry, and surging winds accompanied Pentos, arriving in an instant!

Nolan yawned, stirred up the blood flames, and transformed the blood flames into a blazing soul to unleash elemental martial arts techniques.

The wind fanned the flames, fueling the crimson blood's aura. A cross-shaped fiery mark rushed towards them, but the mere low-level Flame Cross Slash didn't even give Pentos the chance to dodge.

"ridiculous!"

The Wind King chuckled and aimed his spiral spear at Messiah's heart with incredible speed, showing no intention of holding back.

Perhaps the death of the Star Realm Consortium's heiress will make the foolish empress understand their determination even more; she was just a little girl who hadn't yet taken power!

The fiery cross struck the middle head of the three-headed giant bird, leaving it unharmed, and it burped.

The giant bird shook its head, seemingly enraged, and opened its mouth to gather secret magical energy, spewing a huge smoldering liquid fire towards Nolan!

If this blow were to hit, the Crimson Knight, who had just reached the high rank, would likely be reduced to ashes along with his bones.

Suddenly, a ghostly figure draped in darkness appeared before the two, shielding Messiah with his own body from the fatal blow. The remaining barbed dagger, its black soul growing, cleaved through the liquid fire.

puff!

The Law of Penetration ignored the dark aura of the Saint-level, piercing directly through the dancer's skin and into her abdomen.

"Well!"

The dancer let out a painful cry and immediately retaliated with her sharp blade. A black lotus flower spun on the tip of her dagger. The ancient martial arts unique to the Night Elf were exceptionally powerful, and her chilling spirit was extremely terrifying. Unfortunately, she was restrained by her nailed body and missed her target.

Pentos did not underestimate the saintly assassin's desperate struggle. He drew his spiral spear and skillfully dodged on his giant bird.

The Night Dancer collapsed in Nolan's arms, barely alive. Blood and shattered internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and blood gushed from her mouth. Without Lin's special healing law to reverse the rules of the Wind Thorn, even a saint would not have survived.

Messiah frowned slightly. This powerful dark elf, who had accepted an impossible mission, ultimately gave up his precious life for the sake of Leiriyi.

What are you doing?

The beautiful goddess king scratched the back of her head, looking slightly taken aback.

She held the chaotic runes in her palm, intending to have the first Elf King die in his pajamas first.

What's with this fickle Night Elf suddenly showing up to get himself killed?

The dancer forced a smile and struggled to say, "I remember that mark. The plan changed. The mistress instructed us that if we encountered the Chaos Apostles, we should assist you at all costs. I just didn't expect it to be this way, the last time we meet..."

If the remnants of the World Tree, who are kept out of touch with the news, were like the leisurely old village chief, enjoying good food, reading newspapers, and learning foreign languages, they would know that the Throne of Chaos has risen in the Western multiverse.

Perhaps the outcome will be different?

The dancer's face was ashen. She grabbed Nolan by the collar and, despite her severe injuries, knelt down heavily, tears streaming down her face, looking utterly humiliated.

She pleaded incessantly, "Help us, please! This... is also our home! We just want to lead our people back to our homeland! The Matriarch said that only the Chaos God-King would be willing to ignore the Father's wrath to help the Night Mother's followers!"

"......"

This is clearly no longer a simple matter of internal strife within the royal court.

Nolan didn't speak, but he took in the sorrow and desolation in the Night Elf's eyes.

It's not just the Destroyer of All Realms who is willing, but only the Lord of Chaos has the right to help the Night Mother who was defeated in the War of the Gods a thousand years ago. But is it really necessary for her to fight against the entire victorious group and oppose the Heavenly Father, the Goddess of Elements, and even the Eternal Time Dragon?

???

A series of bewildered question marks appeared in the mind of the beautiful goddess king.