Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Allen's face was grim; he was powerless to stop it.

It seems that Pentos has a plan in place and is willing to invest heavily. Even if someone reaches the fortress walls, even a saint, they will be blasted to dust by the magic crystal cannons in an instant!

What's going on?!

Saluhaus, who was closest, also stared wide-eyed, startled.

Who can withstand this?

With his hands crossed, the King of the Sky unleashed the reversed law, instantly transforming the space above and below. A torrent of distorted cannonballs streaked across the sky like fireworks, soaring upwards in the opposite direction.

Boom!

The torrent, like a meteor, pierced through the lingering storm above, directly damaging the glass birdcage atop the Wind Whisper Royal Court, smashing it into ruins and destroying a small portion of the palace with flying rocks.

Zinora's face turned pale as she hid in Nolan's arms, never expecting that Pentos would actually dare to kill her.

They've gone mad, they've all gone mad...

The blood-haired girl raised an eyebrow. This was good news; without the interference of the wind magic array, she could also distort space and leave this place.

Pentos continued to roar wildly, seemingly terrified of Nolan. The others, relieved, would not allow him to go crazy any longer.

Nolan was the quickest to react, because the beautiful girl god-king, whose physical body was fragile, was most afraid of dying.

"Call to Heaven, Stone Heart, Twelve, hold me, sever the void!"

An obscure incantation, never before heard, came from the girl's mouth. The bloody aura of the palace transformed into a seven-colored rainbow of light that burst forth from her fingertips, instantly destroying the expensive magic crystal cannon with the Seven Luminaries Law.

She said that she could do everything Asteria could do, and she could also do things that Asteria couldn't do.

"high tide!"

Alinda stomped her foot on the ground and called out to Shui Ling.

The abundant water element converged from all directions like raindrops, and the resulting waves surged towards the outer city, growing stronger and stronger until they formed a tsunami that submerged the outer walls of the fortress.

This unexpected turn of events was something Saluhaus hadn't anticipated, but since he had come, he didn't intend to leave empty-handed.

Kong Wang flipped his hands over, his thumbs and forefingers intersecting to form a rectangle that enclosed the three girls, with wisps of barely perceptible soul threads emerging from it. Displacement was his specialty.

"Don't think about it!"

Allen also sensed something first: the halo of the sun spread, causing layers of folds in space, instantly increasing the difficulty of manipulating spatial displacement.

Saluhaus gritted his teeth, about to sketch the runes, when the three members of the Chinora appeared in his field of vision, squeezing out and then disappearing into the blood-stained street.

Damn it!

Allen gritted his teeth, glaring at the dumbfounded Saluhaus, never expecting his spatial magic to be so powerful.

"I will remember this debt. You will not escape the judgment of the Privy Council, King of the Sky Rift!"

The purple-haired elf scratched the back of his head, looking completely bewildered.

Damn it, he hasn't even drawn the spatial runes yet, what's going on...?

But the hermaphrodite was never one to lose a verbal battle. Saluhaus snorted and his figure merged into the air, breaking free from the halo's restraints. It turned out that he had been in the mirror space all along, protecting his physical body.

“Same to you, Lord of Light. You should have expected this day when you accused Her Majesty the Queen. This is not the behavior of a pretty girl at all. So, I’m looking forward to seeing who will have the last laugh.”

"I don't understand why you did this."

Alinda looked around but could no longer find the young and spirited queen, and her face fell.

Now, apart from Saluhaus, nobody knows where Chinola is.

In fact, even the Sky-Splitting Elf King didn't know; it really wasn't him who did it...

Saluhaus didn't mind; he longed to see beautiful girls but didn't want to imprison them and cause them to lose their vitality.

"Tsk tsk, you seem to have gained weight, but I like it."

The strange king cupped his left hand into a hole, closed his right eye, and observed Alinda's plump and delicate body through it, as if he could see more 18+ scenes through the gorgeous silk. At this moment, he still did not forget to observe the amazing size of the Water Spirit King's chest.

"Instead of handing His Majesty over to you, we should start the game anew and let the gods decide the future of the royal court, just like the day the war of the gods began."

You'll regret this.

"Would I? Maybe, no, I wouldn't! Hahahaha!"

Allen and Alinda exchanged a glance, filled with regret, and disappeared into the night on the foam.

Having lost Chinora's trust and the rightful Empress, the consequences of allowing the little princess to return to Leiri's hands at the Sunlit Royal Court would be unimaginable.

They need to return to the Water Spirit Royal Court to plan their next move and mobilize all their resources to bring back Her Majesty the Empress!

Pentos, however, remained suspicious, gripping his Storm Spear and warily observing the surrounding darkness, seemingly locked in a standoff with the air.

"You can't kill me! This is my kingdom, my territory! Hmph, the Hunter God Clan, nothing more than that..."

The Pajama King muttered to himself, as if his most terrifying memories from the depths of his mind had been unearthed, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

This amused Saluhaus, who watched the King of Wind act like a clown, crashing through the high walls of several mansions before collapsing to the ground, completely disoriented.

No one paid any attention to the rebellious Sky-Splitter King, not because the three of them were indifferent, but because no one could catch up with Saruhaus.

No one understands the mysteries of spatial elements better than him, let alone anyone who wants to trap him.

The four kings, each with their own ulterior motives, parted on bad terms, and Nolan, along with Zenola and Messiah, fled far away from that group of lunatics.

The three of them fell from the sky into the icy stream, shivered, looked at each other in their disheveled state, and couldn't help but laugh.

Where is this?

"Who knows..."

Messiah was too tired to ask why she was here; as long as she wasn't with that bunch of lunatics, that was fine.

It was getting cold by then, and the surrounding area was roughly a river valley with many farms and mills belonging to the Water Spirits. It should be located at the border between the Water Spirit Royal Court and the Wind Whisper Royal Court.

The three of them took a bath by the stream, changed into simple clothes, and found a stable next to a waterwheel to rest.

Messiah, who hadn't slept all night, was so tired that he hugged Nolan's leg and fell asleep immediately, having suffered quite a bit.

The two noble ladies didn't care about the lack of a soft bed; they were just grateful to have a place to stay while fleeing.

230. A thirst for justice

"I'm sorry you witnessed this embarrassing scene."

Zinora sighed, feeling a pang of guilt; homelessness was not the way she wanted to entertain her two friends.

At least, they did not suffer such humiliation in the Galactic Dimension of the Astral Consortium or in the capital city of Avalon of the Holy Alliance.

"You only see the disaster, but not the opportunity. I'm actually quite pleased about that."

Nolan rolled over and scratched her feet. A little crab with a peculiar habit was pulling on her little toe from the stream.

The game was getting interesting; the name she learned from the corrupted commander was on this continent.

That traitor from the Lawful Light faction is lurking in the shadows, waiting for the six Elven Kings to break apart, and will never allow Zenora to regain control.

Taking advantage of the chaos is exactly what the beautiful goddess king is hoping for.

What will the empress on the throne, whose motives are unclear, do next?

Chinara gently hugged the silver-haired girl from behind, her wet underwear lying beside her, leaving her completely naked underneath her short-sleeved shirt, their skin touching with only a thin line separating them.

The little princess was growing up in every way, and a thrilling sensation came from behind, instantly waking Nolan from sleep and making her body hot.

After all, lying behind her was a beautiful and charming elven queen.

What should I do?

Chinara's voice was soft, aggrieved, and somewhat tired, making one want to tease her a little.

Nolan turned around and kissed the little princess. "You already had a plan for where you were going when you rejected them, didn't you?"

That's right, all that's left is the Blazing Royal Court.

There's no point in returning to the Royal Court of the Sun now, alone.

Chinara hugged Nolan even tighter, letting out alluring, rapid breaths. The only person she trusted now was the girl in her arms, her incredible "divine" lover.

"You really did choose the most troublesome path, or as Saluhaus would say, I like it~"

"puff."

Zinora couldn't help but chuckle. That eccentric elf king who fought for the sake of beautiful girls was probably the only one with the purest motives.

"You're saying there's an accomplice from the Abyss here, is it Pentos or Allen?"

"None of them. They all have their own ulterior motives and want to use you to achieve some goal, but they all hope that you can inherit the throne of the empress."

The real enemy is plotting to take its place and overthrow the entire Void Trace Continent.

"Could it be Saluhaus and Alinda?"

"It might have been possible, but now it doesn't seem like complicity. Speculators don't put all their eggs in one basket. I don't really like that woman whose breasts are bigger than her head."

Nolan nodded, then shook his head.

The Water Spirit King's breasts always bounce and sway in a way that's hard to look away from, like water-filled balloons; you wonder if poking them will cause them to burst!

"hiss......"

Zinora gasped, abruptly stood up, and finally eliminated the correct answer.

"That's Sistarmir! How dare he?"

Nolan nodded. That's the name. The famous Saint of the Furnace, the Fire Elemental King of the Flame Court.

His unspoken thoughts, which had been difficult to fathom before, are now clearly visible.

The opponent is waiting for the right opportunity to summon the Abyss army to support their ascension to the throne and completely end the era of the Sun King's bloodline ruling over the High Elves.

Zinora pinched Nolan's slender waist, her face flushed, and said, "Why didn't you say so sooner! And you let me go to him?"

"Ouch!"

Nolan rolled over in pain, then pounced on her fiercely, ruthlessly pushing the Queen down. He grabbed her two little hands and held her in his arms, doting on her affectionately.

"Going there is a signal to him. It doesn't matter whether he pretends to be reluctant to agree to deceive you or he is really willing to accept the conditions and join."