Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Even the little followers of the goddess of fate noticed something unusual, and it goes without saying that the two Qiaos were currently being enveloped by the halo of the goddess of fortune.

Not only now, but perhaps from the moment she was born, the beautiful goddess king was already being targeted by the three sisters of fate.

He was lucky to find Princess Zinora, lucky to meet the thief star Messiah, and lucky to live in the dragon's lair. The god-king's agent, who only eats the grass near his own nest, has had a smooth journey all the way. But violence alone is not enough.

"God's help" is exactly what it sounds like.

Being favored by Lady Luck is certainly great, but the only unpleasant part is probably being treated like a puppet.

Luck is a word from the lower realms, not from the Supreme Divine Court. Every cause has its effect, and all coincidences in the world are merely powers beyond the comprehension of mortals. The threads of fate are in the hands of the bitch who plays the zither in the Supreme Divine Court.

The three Fates do not only wield the power of good fortune; calamities and mysteries may also arrive unexpectedly.

As the protagonist, the motto "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens" is a must-shout. The "clever" and beautiful goddess king decides to rebel against fate!

320. The Demon Man and the Saintess

clang!

The countdown on the big screen ended, and a new round of competition began after a bell rang.

The two students were teleported to a corner of the simulated battlefield; they were Lin Dichen and another blue-haired girl.

The Nebula venue is enormous, with the inner area being half the size of the campus. Once the battle begins, the first thing to do is to assess one's own situation and find the only enemy without revealing oneself.

Lin Dichen was also a seasoned veteran who had experienced countless battles. His choice was to patrol around the invisible air wall at the edge of the swamp, releasing sharp and sensitive wind whispers as he ran. Dark winds drifted like silk threads to every corner of the simulated battlefield, creating a net to search for enemies.

The contestants knew their opponents assigned by the system in advance. The petite girl unfortunately encountered a strong enemy, but she was not nervous. She immediately chanted the Water Spirit Secret Technique to summon illusory water curtains on all sides, and waited in place with stillness. The swamp was the best camouflage for her.

Both trainees made shrewd starting choices, and the Nebula Arena gradually quieted down as the audience stared intently at the big screen, anticipating the battle that was about to begin.

The swamp below was shrouded in mist, with extremely low visibility, and occasionally one could catch a glimpse of the contestants.

The handsome young man with black hair and black eyes was extremely fast, like a black flash, and covered the edge in less than a minute.

Lin Dichen paused, closed his eyes, and quietly felt the wind in the air.

The time outside of the battles was not boring either. Edgar's hoarse voice was still enthusiastically explaining from the podium, allowing more people to understand the expertise of the two contestants.

Lin Dichen is the ace of the Black Iron Campus. Her martial arts originated from the Far East and are characterized by their clean and efficient style. She excels in one-on-one combat and is nicknamed "Campus Beauty". She is a member of the Chaotic Throne Club.

Upon hearing this, most of the students and instructors burst out laughing; the child's face was even prettier than most girls'.

Lin Dichen possesses a dual-elemental soul combining darkness and wind, and is one of the survivors of the Paradise Island project with an extremely high mortality rate. After returning, his soul has become even more powerful, and he has just advanced to the sixteenth-level Quasi-Saint, which makes the freshmen present admire him greatly.

To possess such talent at such a young age, his future is limitless, and most importantly, he's a cute boy!

Wuhu!

Messiah cheered, encouraging the poster girl of the Throne of Chaos.

The blue-haired girl on the other side is from a nomadic tribe in the Free Federation. Her name is Raya, and she has a clear water elemental soul with an elemental affinity of A-level.

Her soul level is thirteen, and she has mastered two high-level secret techniques, winning numerous expedition honors for the Frozen Valley Guild.

Such a resume pales in comparison to Lin Dichen's, but it is still a very strong student.

As for the outcome, everyone knows what it will be like; once the soul spirits are more than two levels higher, the outcome of the battle is basically a foregone conclusion.

Losing to Lin Dichen is not shameful; the key is how Laya can lose in a way that is not too embarrassing.

"He moved! He moved!"

Ed shouted, and Lin Dichen in the scene suddenly looked in the direction of Raya. The dark wind was blocked there by an unknown wall, unable to enter. That was where the enemy was.

hum!

The black sword was drawn, transforming into a storm that swept through the swamp, dispersing the thick fog and slicing horizontally!

Raya hadn't expected Lin Dichen to arrive so quickly. She gritted her teeth, but the high-level ice crystal technique she was chanting only had one section left. She had no choice but to hastily cut it off and release it towards the storm with half its power.

"Water Dragon Wave!"

A dragon-shaped wave rose from the mud, its massive jaws wide open, carrying extremely cold ice crystals, and crashed violently into the storm!

This is an eleventh-level secret technique that Raya acquired at a high price from the galactic plane. It has a long incantation time and is equally powerful. Even if it is interrupted abruptly, its momentum is still overwhelming.

The water dragon wave and the black storm were locked in a stalemate for a few seconds, then exploded into a cloud of water mist, blurring the view but also dissipating the sudden attack of the strong wind, revealing the boy's slender figure.

Raya was still urging her spirit to propel the dragon head forward, attempting to freeze Lin Dichen into the tide.

"Breaking the waves!"

Lin Dichen held his longsword horizontally in front of his chest, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he unleashed several swirling slashes!

The razor-sharp black blade sliced ​​through the air, dismembering the dragon's head into ice crystals and splashes of water. The final strike even grazed the earlobe, severing the girl's silver earring.

Raya's heart skipped a beat, and she raised her hand with a wry smile.

"I lost."

A deafening cheer erupted from the stands. The "senior" was as cool as ever, and no opponent had been able to withstand a single move so far.

On the podium, Serani crossed her legs, her figure graceful, and couldn't help but clap her hands in praise: "This child would definitely have made it to the top eight last year, and she's a match for Luna. But there are even more little monsters this year. It's a pity that Princess Longji doesn't intend to fight for glory for Saint Lenza, otherwise it would be hard to say who will win this year's championship."

[Hundred Flowers] The saint seemed to be praising Lin Dichen, but in reality he was showing off his disciple, the highly sought-after Flower of Ceylon.

"Is that so?"

Lin Mei smiled without saying a word, her beautiful eyes sparkling, waiting for her old rival's astonished expression. Saint Lenza has more than just Ekaterina as a Saint student.

None of the students who survived from Paradise Island are kind-hearted; I believe Yero will give everyone a big surprise later...

"I appreciate your concession."

Lin Dichen sheathed his sword, nodded to Raya, and then smiled at Nolan in the audience, making a victory V with his index and middle fingers to show that he hadn't let the club down.

Nolan rolled her eyes at him, but this time she didn't hold back her sweet smile.

This child is getting more and more alluring. If she joins an idol group and receives focused training, and then changes her profession, she'll be the next perverted witch!

Cuteness is justice, penis doesn't matter at all~

Hmm, it seems there's a pretty good teacher candidate...

The two students teleported away one after another, and the next map was presented to everyone.

The vast desert radiates heat; with no cover or shelter, it looks like a head-on confrontation that's worth looking forward to.

This was the fastest battle tonight, the difference in skill level was too great, but the visual effects were still very enjoyable.

Edgar, spitting as he congratulated Lin Dichen on qualifying for the competition, then announced the names of the next two contestants.

The envoy of the Seven Luminaries Temple stationed in Iselan, the Arbitration Saintess Yero, and the elemental messenger who controls the fifteenth-tier Flame Soul.

And Seth, the Templar Knight of the Temple of Light, a steadfast guardian of the fifteenth-tier Light element.

Many students secretly exclaimed in surprise that although Lin Dichen had a strong faith, he had not yet found a home and had not gained the recognition of the gods; he was still a Soul Warrior.

But the identities of the next two are different. Both Boren and Yero are high-ranking individuals who have been blessed by the gods and have undergone a job change. Their elements have been imbued with additional characteristics, and they are entitled to study hall-level secret arts and martial arts.

"Ye Luo? Never even heard of her."

Chick shook his head; given his noble status, he was very familiar with the twelve War Maidens of the Septian Temple.

As for the saintess in the remote countryside of a different dimension, she knew nothing about it.

This kid is the only Rhine Holy Warrior student who stayed in Saint Lensa to recuperate after losing his mobility. After all, the secondary plane Iselan is still Holy Alliance territory, so returning to Avalon would be faster.

321. Silence speaks louder than words.

Messiah rested her chin on her hand, suddenly feeling a little envious of these contestants. Why didn't her class have any offensive arcane arts?

Who do you think will win?

"Do I even need to ask? If I can lose like this, I might as well be dead."

"That's true."

Nolan played with the little fox's tail, reconsidering Cantimieus's suggestion.

With the will of the gods descending upon the world, it seems that every deity wants a piece of the pie, and the game balance is starting to get a little out of control.

Without an immortal divine body, her powers are greatly limited; if she accidentally goes too far, she could become a beautiful young goddess empress.

"Oh."

Justin smiled, seemingly amused by the two naive freshmen's cuteness.

"How could that be? I've fought with Beren before. It's only a matter of time before he becomes a Quasi-Saint. Knights have a variety of fighting methods that are the best way to counter magic-based classes. Moreover, the Light element has extremely strong endurance. If they don't leave after one wave of attacks, we'll fall into their rhythm."

This analysis makes a lot of sense and is recognized by most Denton students.

The Knight class is notorious for its ruthlessness in one-on-one combat; it can fight, defend, and cast spells, and can even engage in prolonged battles against opponents a level higher than itself.

The audience outside the venue were discussing it and had their own opinions. This environment greatly interfered with the water elemental messenger, but it enhanced the light and flame elements.

The scorching desert heat won't affect either athlete; this is going to be interesting.

As the bells rang, a knight descended upon the northern desert.

Beren was a half-orc leopard, with a slender build and a cold face. His gleaming magical armor made him look imposing, except that the fur on his chest was a bit too thick and bulged out from under the armor.

A powerful aura of light enveloped Beren, forming a second layer of defense, with the holy flames of light clinging to his spear and shield.

Unfortunately, mounts cannot be counted as combat power, otherwise a peak level 15 Templar Knight would be invincible in the desert.

On the other side, the flame-haired girl was rather unremarkable. Yero wore a white priest's robe, her scorching vine staff looked rather shabby, and her expression was calm and solemn.

The poor village girl working odd jobs didn't have a single piece of rune-enchanted armor worth praising; what attracted the most attention was her pure and pretty face and flat chest.

Nolan shook his head repeatedly. The silly girl and her simple-minded mentor had absolutely no idea how to promote themselves. He had to dress her up properly from head to toe on the way home.

How can someone with this kind of demeanor stand out from the many saintesses and compete for the title of War Maiden?

The match had already begun. Standing atop the sand dune, Beren could see the tiny girl at the edge of the simulated battlefield in the distance. He shouted and immediately sprinted over.

The holy flames of light cleared a path for the Grand Knight, stirring up surging dust. The speed wasn't exaggerated, but the impact of his imposing figure was undoubtedly terrifying.

The strategy for warriors against magic-based classes is simple: just charge in. As long as the knight gets close, even if you cover her mouth to interrupt her spellcasting, you can still declare victory.