Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Clearly, the poor slave war princess played her greatest role under the invincible hand, becoming the number one security guard of the Chaotic Throne.

Where there is chaos, there are believers in chaos.

Fenrir glared at Mario with annoyance, then lazily stroked her warhorse.

"Go back to where you came from. This is now the territory of the Throne of Chaos."

Throne of Chaos?

Feller's eyes darted around, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

West Germany gritted his teeth and spurred the white horse back a little, but his cherry-like lips, which had made Heloise's heart flutter with delight, were just as imposing.

"Ridiculous! You? Don't even mention that you're no longer the Holy War Maiden, but a lowly and despised slave abandoned by the gods. Even in the past, no subject of the Azure King had the right to stop the Crimson Lotus King from enforcing the law!"

"slave?"

The jarring words made Fenruier raise an eyebrow. She slashed through the air with her slender right hand, took out a purplish-black chain blade, and a joyful smile spread across her face.

The power of the void granted the Holy Maiden another mysterious power, an experience completely different from the light of the seven luminaries.

To be honest, she enjoyed it.

[White Lotus] The Saint glanced at Ferrer and received an affirmative answer. Saint Lunsa Academy had witnessed it firsthand and even remembered the price that this voluptuous body had fetched.

However, Fernail's current appearance seemed quite different from her former glorious and majestic image, reminding Ferrer of something terrifying...

A disturbance began to rise among the soldiers.

"It really is the Sixth Saint War Maiden, Fenrir. I saw her at the coronation ceremony. Her left breast is slightly larger than her right, **with only a slight flaw, possessing enormous potential for development!**"

"...You can recognize him from this distance, even through his armor?"

"Of course! I'll take advantage of any gaps in the crowd!"

"Have you heard? Lady Fenrir led her former troops to reclaim all her former territories, showing no mercy to anyone who refused to submit."

"That can't be right. I heard she's been expelled from the Papacy and turned into a helpless woman?"

"Shh, shut up, she's no longer the Holy War Maiden!"

Still putting on an act!

West Germany raised his lightsaber high and solemnly prayed, "In the name of the Crimson Lotus King, I will deliver judgment upon the sinners who have rebelled against the Seven Luminaries Goddess!"

Fenrui pouted, having lost her patience. She was always enjoying the admiring and awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, not their blasphemy.

The chain blade swept across the white snow like a long whip, stirring up a fierce wind. West Germany's expression changed slightly, and he covered his head in fright.

Damn it, this is clearly a Holy Domain soul!

Buzz.......

A magnificent wall of light rose in the icy snow, blocking the way for the Knights. Even if Fenrir were still the Holy War Maiden, she couldn't possibly withstand a thousand well-trained high-ranking Crimson Lotus Guards by herself!

The barrier, constructed by the combined chanting of hundreds of sorcerers, was so strong that even a saint could not break through it quickly. Yet, the chain blade, like a viper's tongue, meandered and disappeared from everyone's sight, piercing through the air.

Fenrir didn't have time to play with them. As the number one fighter of the Chaos Throne and the dimensional city management officer in the void, she was very busy.

If we just kill that slick-haired kid, the others will naturally run away, right?

The next second, the vanished chain blade reappeared from behind the boy in the center of the array, piercing through the spatial barrier and striking his heart!

puff!

The blade, carrying the devastating power of annihilation, pierced Sid's chest, instantly creating several bloody holes, binding and constricting the pale-faced saint's frail body.

"Varied......."

West Germany coughed up blood, his face changed drastically, and before he could finish speaking, the chain blades snapped shut, tearing him apart and strangling him. His body was torn to pieces and fell from his horse.

The commander of the Crimson Knights died a violent death right before his guards' eyes, cut into seven or eight pieces, beyond any hope of survival.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the white snow red. The allied soldiers in the snowstorm were silent, watching helplessly as the chain blade slowly retracted and returned to Fenrui'er's hand. Everyone was terrified, and no longer had the will to fight.

[Heroic] The saint has not only not become weaker, but seems to be even more terrifying than before!

Feller covered his mouth, his fear compounded by worry about how to explain things to his aunt.

Heloise couldn't bear to let West Germany go to the front lines and be left alone in an empty house. To put it bluntly, they were just here to make an appearance at the round table and achieve some results.

Now that Lord Crimson Lotus's male favorite is dead, how am I supposed to go back and explain?

The fearful and awe-inspiring gaze pleased Fenruier greatly, and she became intoxicated by it, accepting her true self.

Fenrui no longer needed to conceal her purpose or pretend her intentions. She nakedly pursued absolute power that surpassed everything and openly loved her own ugliness.

If piety and loyalty cannot buy the power desired by the goddess of the lake, then only a more frank and direct deity is worthy of her offering of faith.

247. Cross-channel chat

As everyone knows, the invincible teacher's house is home to many strange and wonderful creatures.

Succubi, angels, elves, and orc students are frequent visitors seeking advice on life, while giants, being too large and likely to damage the building, are not accepted.

Unfortunately, none of them came to ask about physiological health knowledge.

The most tragic thing is that, as a respected top-level instructor, the Black Knight's main activities every day are cooking, cleaning, and washing clothes, rather than teaching classes.

On this day, Wudi was still hanging clothes to dry in the garden. The basin was full of colorful and sexy lingerie. Now, you could tell who had left it in the bathroom just by looking at the size.

For example, this bear-patterned triangular panty, small and tight, could only belong to Principal Skadi.

As for this black lace bra, both the succubus homeroom teacher and the silver guardian have broad chests, but their shapes and scents are completely different.

"It's Lin, there's no mistake."

Invincible lowered his head and sniffed it, quite certain, then clapped his hands, tied on his apron, and called it a day.

The future looks bright for the Chaotic Throne. Every time Nolan's eyes light up, it means he's gained another new follower, which makes him incredibly happy.

Now, all that's left is to wait for all the seeds that have been sown to bear sweet fruit.

But the Black Knight had a bad feeling lately, as if something was stuck. Was it a conspiracy by the Supreme God Court, or some other forces secretly watching?

The beautiful goddess king is increasingly feeling that she has been tricked into a trap by the cunning bitch Asteria!

But we've already run down here, and we can't go back anytime soon, so we can't just give up.

There's no way I'll admit defeat. I'll never admit defeat in this lifetime. Besides, what is the Goddess? Can you even ride her?

Then, Wudi noticed a dazzling light shining above his head. A star in broad daylight was inexplicably shining, and the light was getting brighter and brighter.

It's like...

That's right, it was just like a star falling straight down from the sky!

call out!

"Oh my god!"

Invincible slapped his forehead, took two steps back, and the meteorite fell straight in front of him, as if it would raze the unfortunate Saint Lensa Academy to the ground in the next second.

However, the meteor suddenly stopped on the lawn, and as the light faded, a slender figure landed lightly.

Falling with the meteor was a dark-skinned elf with gentle green eyes, a serene face, and smooth white hair styled into an intricate bun. Her blue brocade robe was embroidered with a six-sided star map.

"Vivian?"

Invincible was stunned.

The person who had graced us with their presence was none other than the Dean of the Academy. She patted her skirt, her smile reserved and gentle. Her face was not particularly exquisite or beautiful, but she possessed a unique and mysterious aura that made people want to get closer and explore.

"We meet again."

Vivian bowed gracefully, her fingers nervously clenched together, shy and bashful.

Unlike his poised and dignified demeanor when presiding over rituals in the sanctuary, and completely different from the holy mage who could annihilate thousands of troops on the battlefield, he was inexplicably somewhat reserved, serene and transcendent, with a unique charm.

"What do you mean, 'we meet again'? It's like it's a coincidence. Didn't you come all this way on purpose?"

The Black Knight scratched the back of his head. His appearance wasn't much better. He was wearing a suit of armor, an apron, and carrying a washbasin. He didn't look like the Saint of the End at all.

"Goo!"

Vivian was easily exposed. She turned her pretty face away, and her dull skin gradually turned red, like chocolate with a touch of strawberry jam, which was quite interesting.

Invincible was stunned for a moment, then laughed and asked, "What brings you here?"

As the Supreme Apostle of the Sanctuary of Stars and the Dean of the Star Alliance School, Vivian should be very busy, certainly not as shameless and lazy as Skadi, that absentee manager.

"It's not really about your business, it's just... well... it's nothing really."

"Oh."

Vivian bit her lip, glanced cautiously at the Black Knight, and asked in a low voice, "If there's nothing else, can't I come to see you specifically?"

"It's not that it's impossible."

Vivian was somewhat frustrated by the indifferent tone. She rarely had time to rest, and now that she finally had some free time, she couldn't wait to find the future marriage predicted by the stars, just like a cute young girl in love.

Who knew I'd end up with such a jerk...

Invincible shook his head, rested his chin on his hand, and chuckled dryly: "Anyway, this place is already a public toilet."

"Huh?"

"Those guys come and go every day, rubbing against each other, barging in without knocking, finishing up, putting on their panties, and leaving without even a word of thanks. Sometimes they even leave behind some vomit. Well, one more or one less won't make a difference. If you have any troubles, just dump them all into your **."

Vivian blushed, tapped her finger, and said, "What...what a wonderful metaphor! Although I don't know what you're talking about, can I understand that...you also welcome me?"

"of course."

Very good!

The dean secretly clenched his fist.

Invincible yawned and walked into the house. "Make yourself at home here. Do whatever you like."

Treat it like your own home!?

"W-Is it okay?!"

Vivian's eyes lit up, she cupped her face in her hands, her heart pounding wildly.