Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"Giving him a signal is tantamount to telling the Demon King..."

Zinora blushed and nestled in Nolan's arms, smiling sweetly.

“That’s right! The more helpless you are, the weaker Leiri becomes, and the more Sistamir feels that the time has come. If we go to him now, it’s like we’re naked and standing shyly in front of the enemy, shouting, ‘I’m so weak, come and get me!’”

The silly god-king wiped his nose, his soft little hands getting restless, and confidently groped the future empress in the stable.

"vulgar!"

Zinora spat, but then tilted her head back and kissed Nolan with a coquettish smile.

Their lips and teeth were intertwined, lingering for a long time, the taste of their affair indescribably sweet.

"Ugh... Gulp..."

Although the language was crude, it was a very cunning explanation of the internal strife among the high elves.

This battle must be fought; we cannot afford not to. If we fail to catch the real traitor, we will lose the opportunity to win the hearts and minds of the people and their faith.

In other words, this is another stage prepared by the beautiful goddess king for the eclipse witch. The Night Elf is a clown, Leiri is a supporting singer, and the six kings who are deeply involved in the mystery are extras who think they are the main characters. They must force out the real villain behind the scenes!

The High Elf Royal Court is a tempting piece of meat, far more alluring than the Holy Alliance and the Free Federation. Not to mention the Demon King Serantia, even the beautiful young goddess king is tempted, and right now he's drooling over the virginity of the little queen in his arms!

If it weren't for the mental suggestion from Saya, no one would have guessed that the real battlefield was actually in the home of the Holy Alliance, the solid backer of the Lawful Light faction, where they could stab the Holy Alliance in the back at any moment.

The little princess, panting heavily, sneered, "Use this opportunity to reunite the five royal courts and have them join the anti-demon camp?"

Zinora was very confident about this. Compared to the Night Elves who had been exiled for thousands of years, the Six Kingdoms hated demons and treacherous traitors even more!

Nolan nibbled on Chinora's pink earlobe, listening to the enchanting moans coming from her cherry lips, and whispered in his beloved witch's ear.

"When the Void Continent faces an even more severe and devastating threat, it is often the irrational rioters in the midst of internal strife who abandon all prejudices and show unprecedented unity. Isn't that ironic?"

"This is what mortals are like."

Zinora breathed heavily, her chest heaving and her body burning with desire. Her nameless lust was aroused to an extreme degree, yet her eyes remained clear.

"That's right. So, to stand above mortals and become king, one must be more greedy, more cruel, and more cunning than them. This is the true face of your beloved mother. Are you willing to become such an empress?"

Nolan lay on Zinora's chest, her clothes barely concealing her alluring body, the scene in the dark, amidst the thatched roof was exceptionally erotic.

The silver-haired girl gazed longingly at the young emperor, tempting her to madness and fall into the depths of the black hole while simultaneously reminding her to guard the original source of order in the universe, testing whether the Chaos Apostle possessed further spirituality.

Most Chaos Apostles stop at this stage, becoming what the world calls heretical madmen, misinterpreting the true meaning of nothingness.

"Guess what?"

Chinara gave a sly smile, her alluring face both pleased and reserved. She lifted Nolan's chin and licked the girl's lips, taking a light bite without getting too attached.

Nolan smiled with satisfaction. This child could bear more, carry more of the truths she had bestowed upon him.

"Chaos is the beginning of rebirth, and my justice is thirsting for more."

231. The Resurrected Evil Spirit

The next day, the three of them escaped from the stable early in the morning, washed up briefly by the waterwheel, and avoided being discovered by the civilians on the farm, thus avoiding unnecessary trouble.

By this time, the three royal courts under Allen's command should have mobilized all their forces to intercept any suspicious girls attempting to return to the Sun Palace along the southern Queen's Road, searching for Her Majesty the Queen at all costs.

But no one could have imagined that Chinora would do the opposite, setting off for the Red Sand River in the northeast of the Void Continent to seek the protection of the Fire King Sistamir, thus "walking into the trap" of the Abyss traitor.

The most dangerous place may now be the safest place.

The three changed into stolen farm clothes, and Messiah cast a water spirit illusion on them, transforming them into long-haired elves with mottled blue-gray hair.

Low-ranking elves with heterochromatic eyes and hair are everywhere, and they look no different from farm girls in the valley.

Chinara was in high spirits and looked somewhat different from last night. The series of blows had failed to defeat the sentimental little princess; instead, they had emboldened some mysterious forces.

Messiah was suspicious. He squeezed between the two of them and sniffed around, and he sensed something fishy!

Along with the three, a corpse was also teleported out of the Wind Whispering Court. Although the Night Elf Dancer Death Soldier brought Queen Leiri's kill order, she ultimately died for the three.

At least, bury her in her homeland...

Zinora still retains a kind heart, and her resentment towards her mother's collusion with the Night Elves has lessened slightly; she is more concerned about their motives.

In any case, the body must not be left to rot by the stream and be discovered.

The dancer is the Queen's woman, and perhaps she still has some clues on her. Last night it was pitch black, so it wasn't convenient for the three of them to carry the corpse around.

But when the three returned to the stream, they could not find the body in the grass.

Messiah, who had been hiding behind Nolan and hadn't wanted to be frightened by the dead, was now somewhat surprised.

"Hey, it was clearly hidden right here!"

"Have we been discovered?"

Zinora frowned. If the Night Elf's body were discovered by civilians and handed over to the local governor, their whereabouts would be exposed.

"Lord."

A faint ripple appeared in the air around the three people, and a weak call came from behind them; the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

"Duck, it's a ghost!"

When Messiah turned around, his eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.

As the curtain of darkness was lifted, the slender dancer with a veil covering her face slowly emerged. This "dead person" had been standing by the bushes, waiting for their return.

"You're not dead?"

Chinara covered her mouth, but the dancer leaned against the tree trunk, weak and haggard, the horrifying bloody hole in her waist where Pentos had pierced her was still there, only the bleeding had stopped.

The dancer clutched her head in a daze, her mouth dry and her mind a complete blank.

"I don't know either."

Nolan's eyes widened in disbelief. Few things could frighten the beautiful goddess-king, but this woman should have been dead.

unless......

Messiah blinked. "Zombies? Undead? You won't bite us, will you?"

"This book isn't that kind of subject matter..."

Chinara chuckled and shook her head, greeting the dancers first. She was no longer the little princess she once was, both in terms of courage and spirit.

Messiah stuck out his tongue; after all, he was a saint skilled in assassination and stealth.

"Have you... become an evil spirit?"

Chinara had heard of those bloodless, undead monsters. The alchemists and witches of the World Tree studied dark and evil magic that was not tolerated by the world, so it was not surprising that they were burdened with the voodoo of the Dark Elf King.

"Maybe so."

The dancer's eyes were empty and her gaze was vacant. She could no longer hear her own heartbeat and breathing, which made her very frightened.

But when she thought of the suffering her people were going through, the woman gritted her teeth and knelt down in front of Zinora with great difficulty.

"But since I am still able to stand, it must be that the mission bestowed upon me by the Mistress has not yet ended. Please allow me to serve you!"

With a look of pity in her eyes, Zinora politely declined, saying, "You are very weak right now, and you would only be a burden to us. You should try to return to your master."

"No! Lady Leiri has almost lost everything to help the World Tree. Now, only the Apostle of the Destroyer of All Realms can save us. I am willing to pay any price. Please help us!"

The dancer pressed her forehead to the ground, prostrating herself, pleading desperately. Even Messiah felt a pang of pity.

Is it worth it for the Night Elves to become monsters in order to return to the High Elf Royal Court?

"this......"

Nolan circled the dancer a few times, touching and looking at her, even pinching her chin and sticking out his finger to probe her soft tongue, seemingly unafraid of the forbidden voodoo.

The dancer's body had no life force whatsoever, yet her soul remained within her body and could still circulate.

These immortal warriors have always been quite useful pieces and are worth noting.

"Oh wow, interesting."

Under the dancer's puzzled gaze, Nolan thoroughly searched her entire body, leaving no corner untouched, almost making the two silly girls think that someone had awakened some kind of necrophilia.

The blood from the large, gaping wound had dried, and one could still pull out intestines by reaching inside. But the Night Elf had lost all feeling and had become a flesh puppet.

Only power can break the bond between life and death, and it is not the power of ordinary gods.

Only one of the Supreme Gods possesses this power...

It seems that the Night Mother and the Soul Ferryman have reached some kind of agreement, making her subordinates immortal Oathbinders.

Do they want to reshuffle the deck?

"How to do?"

Messiah and Zenora looked at Nolan. They couldn't fully believe in this evil spirit that had come back from the dead, but they couldn't bear to leave him alone.

The silver-haired girl shrugged nonchalantly, nuzzled Chinora's cheek, and said with a mischievous grin, "You are the queen, aren't you? We all have to obey your orders!"

"You're a hermaphrodite too!"

Chinara glanced at the greasy prince with amusement, sighed, and said, "Alright, you can come with us, but you need to understand your own position. Since you've begged for the throne of chaos, you can no longer be loyal to others. If I find out you have ulterior motives... I'll make you regret not dying!"

The little princess's voice was cold and ruthless, employing both kindness and severity, seemingly already very close to that of her mother on the throne.

This is not a good thing. Two tigers cannot share one mountain, and a monarchy cannot have two wills.

"this......."

The dancer hesitated for a moment, then nodded emphatically.

The Matriarch's command is not to be questioned. The real opportunity lies not in the Sunlit Royal Court, but here. The Chaos Apostle can surely save the Night Elves.

Chinara attempted to repair the evil spirit's body using the Sunlight Mystic Arts, but the dancer let out a painful wail, as if her tainted soul had been pierced and burned.

The pure light element seemed to be very harmful to the evil spirits, so the Messiah had to chant a water spirit spell to heal the blood hole.

Physical wounds can be healed, but blood and vitality cannot be regenerated. It will take some time for the evil spirit to regain its former strength, and the Night Elf's conspicuous appearance is also a problem.

Fortunately, the Night Dancer could hide behind the curtain and follow the three village girls to the market to find merchants traveling to and from Red Sand River.

232. The Parade Circus