Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Yero clasped her hands tightly, oblivious to the surrounding sandstorm, and continued to pray with her eyes closed to Asteria, the goddess of the seven luminaries.

"Lovely Lord, please grant me the courage to face adversity, and forgive me for resorting to violence to express God's grace..."

"The enemy is already at her doorstep, what is she doing?!"

Chick shook his head, somewhat annoyed. As a fellow member of the Holy Alliance, he instantly felt disgusted with this brainless saintess.

The student council members, including the host Edgar, were all cheering for Yero, but this scene made them anxious and very confused.

In the blink of an eye, Grand Knight Commander Beren had charged forward, his spear raised high, gathering his soul power. With just a simple Fang Thrust technique, he could pierce Yero's delicate body.

There was no time for the Arbitration Saintess to chant, and even the Lava Shield was not summoned, leaving them completely undefended.

The outcome is decided.

Selani, standing on the platform, burst into laughter, patted Lin on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Your disciple is indeed as devout as you. This boy is too honest; he's destined to be alone for life. He rushed in before the girl even finished praying. How can this be allowed? Pfft, hahahahaha!"

The Silver Guardian ignored the hermaphrodite and simply smiled slightly.

At this moment, Yero opened her eyes, her pupils burning brightly.

"Triumphant Return in Flames!"

With a gentle call, the temperature in the scorching desert suddenly rose, and even the surrounding Nebula venue felt a terrifying heat.

Beren's expression changed drastically. A blazing pillar of fire erupted from beneath Yero's feet, and the powerful fire elemental spirit pierced through the surrounding defensive air barrier, rising into the night sky of Saint Lenza.

"This is!"

The students in the stands couldn't sit still any longer. They stood up abruptly, exclaiming in shock, "A Saint-level Soul Spirit!?"

The entire arena was deathly silent. The last time Yero appeared in everyone's sight was when she was at the peak of the fifteenth level of soul spirit. In just a few months, she has become a saint and is just waiting to be crowned with a title.

The Arbitration Saintess, who had seemed frail just moments before, now hovered high above the towering pillar of fire, looking down at the dumbfounded Templar Knights below.

Yeluyan's hair fluttered in the wind, her delicate body entwined with rolling flames, bathed in the fire unharmed, her true strength evident.

"What!?"

Lin Dichen, who had just left the field, stared at the battlefield in shock.

He thought his advancement speed was fast enough, but he didn't expect this slutty and shameless woman to be even better.

It must be because the invincible teacher is giving them private lessons!

The village girl from Iselan undoubtedly amazed the entire Nebula venue, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Saintly students are the highest honor of the Star Alliance School. Even the Rhine Holy Martial Academy, which is known as the cradle of geniuses, has very few of them. And the second one after Ekaterina has appeared in the weakest region, making a magnificent appearance here.

Edgar rubbed his eyes, paused for a while before continuing his explanation, spittle flying everywhere.

The Templar Knight plopped down on the ground, on the verge of tears, so frightened that he immediately hung his shield on his spear, signifying his surrender.

*Slap!* A Saint has appeared. How am I supposed to fight him?

If you'd told him earlier, he wouldn't even need to wear armor!

This is bullying!

Inside the luxurious private room on the dais, the mentor, Saint Lenza, cheered and laughed.

With a Saint in charge, even the weakest Saint is enough to secure a top-three honor for Skadi, and might even be able to compete for the top spot.

The Silver Guardians and Yero really kept it a secret, only giving them a surprise now.

"What...what...what!"

Selani's lips twitched; she didn't need to look to guess how alluring Lynn's smile was beside her.

From looks to figure, from talent to popularity, these two beautiful and charming celebrity mentors have been competing head-to-head for decades, and the result is still neck and neck.

However, this time, Serani suffered a crushing defeat. The difference between a Quasi-Saint and a Saint is not as simple as just being at the first level.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Serani's pretty face flushed red, her little fists clenched tightly, she gritted her teeth from the soreness, and just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Lin remained silent, only clapping for her adorable little disciple. Each clap seemed to slap Serani's beautiful face, a face more beautiful than a flower.

The silence speaks.

322. The Unlucky Parkinson's

Yero's appearance broke the record for the highest number of wins in the preliminary rounds of this year's Starry Sky Martial Arts Tournament, ending the battle in less than thirty seconds.

Of course, this doesn't include the various bizarre cases of players abstaining or being absent.

But the working saintess received the most cheers and applause; nothing was more exciting than the academy gaining another saint.

With the headmaster absent, the Silver Guardian, who was Saint Lenza's second-in-command, raised his hand to quell the commotion in the Nebula Venue.

"continue."

Lin's face was flushed, and the expression on Serani's face, as if she had eaten shit, made the High Priest of the Holy Temple extremely happy, but the image of a certain idiot appeared in his mind.

It was worth it for the two masters and disciples to be locked in a dark room and forced to "conceive" for a week!

If Invincible is truly a dwarf, or even a short dwarf, he can't possibly wear that piece of junk when making the contract. How is he supposed to lift her wedding dress for her?

The older single woman, worried about getting married, has already started fantasizing about the comical scene of the two walking down the aisle, at least getting married before that old maid, Serani!

Taking care of students demonstrates a strong sense of responsibility; being short, weak, and sexually apathetic disqualifies one from having affairs; and most importantly, the Black Knight is invincible and omnipotent in housekeeping.

Is there a more suitable and loyal partner than this?

Lin smiled gently as she fiddled with her fingers, rearranging the venue's defensive barrier and reinforcing it with an extra layer, even though no one would be able to break through the simulated battlefield anymore.

The appearance of the saint made the rest of the competition dull. No matter how gorgeous and dazzling the martial arts and secret techniques were, they could not compare to the shock of that world-burning pillar of fire that shot straight into the sky.

The main expedition teams of top-tier guilds such as Silverwing and Frozen Valley easily passed the test, and Nightingale's Water Spirit Army also added a beautiful scene to the Nebula venue.

Nearly half of the contestants in St. Lenza were adorable young women, making the elite visitors from other academies feel as if they were watching a beautiful beauty pageant.

Although the average strength is not great, Saint Lensa, with its abundance of beautiful women, truly lives up to its reputation!

The peak of the fifteenth-tier Soul Spirit is a strength that ordinary students can only dream of. Baihe and Mengmeng, who will graduate this year, both advanced and returned to the audience, chatting and laughing with Messiah and Nolan.

Because the city of Lense had taken in many demons who were ostracized among the free people, it caused many Holy Alliance students to protest and leave the school early.

The motley crew of Glorious Saints had already fled back to Avalon for refuge under the minister's leadership, fearing that they would be ambushed by demons if they were too late.

Dalton himself is a guest at the Sunlit Royal Court. Today's Queen Chinora is not the same as the naive little princess of the past. Moreover, there is still a considerable rift between them. Clearly, making good relations with the high elves is more important than showing off at the Star Tournament.

If the future Azure King were to participate, Nolan wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson on behalf of the God of War, though it would be a shame to miss out on some fun.

This means that Nolan's last reason for advancing has also disappeared.

What is the Starry Sky Martial Arts Tournament? Is it edible?

Tonight's preliminary rounds did not disappoint anyone, bringing honor to San Lent.

As the tournament neared its end, only the thirty-second round of competition remained, with only the contestants representing Saint-Lença left to compete.

The two contestants vying for the final spot were also quite interesting; their names, once announced on the big screen, piqued everyone's interest.

"Parkinson, the reckless young warrior from the polar snowfields, versus Nolan, the Chaos Witch of the Holy Alliance!"

The president's arbitrarily added nonsensical title drew constant boos from the audience, as everyone knows Nolan is a comical "boy".

At this moment, the silver-haired beauty in the front row of the audience was still staring blankly with her chin in her hand, completely unaware of the surprised looks around her.

"Uh, Nolan signed up too?"

Justin was a little surprised, but Messiah nodded happily and waved her little fist to cheer on her wife.

"Then we'll have to enjoy it properly, good luck!"

The little fox twitched its white ears and smiled sweetly.

How strong can such a pretty girl, who is also a freshman, be?

This is the prevailing opinion; after all, self-torturing, hardworking monsters like Chick are still a minority.

The freshmen at Starry Sky Academy are all geniuses with elemental affinity of B level or above, and their soul spirits are generally below level nine. After all, even geniuses need time to study.

However, in the final round of the preliminary rounds, two players from San Lensee actually made it to the end, which is quite remarkable.

If they knew how Nolan had advanced all the way up, they probably wouldn't think that way.

The key question is... why are the contestants still sitting here so calmly bragging?!

"Nolan? Nolan! Please assemble in the players' hall immediately!"

Edgar's anxious voice came over the loudspeaker, clearly ignoring the commotion in the audience.

More and more strange gazes were cast at the beautiful figure from behind. Confused, Nolan remained seated, ignoring Messiah's screams as if it were none of her business, unmoved no matter how much Mengmeng rubbed her face.

“emmmmm.......”

Nolan was still thinking about how to successfully abstain, looking extremely distressed.

That's not a problem that can be solved simply by raising your hand, because there are three bitches who don't want her to miss this grand event.

The specific reason is unknown.

The student council president on the podium suddenly raised the microphone and said solemnly, "We have an emergency news briefing. It seems that both of our contestants have encountered accidents! The contestant with Parkinson's disease suddenly had a Parkinson's syndrome attack. His hands were uncontrollably rubbing rasengans, and his body was contorted and unable to take care of himself. Medical personnel have rushed to the scene. Does this mean that the St. Lenza competition area will be missing a contestant? This is the first time this has ever happened!"

"Again?"

The audience rolled their eyes repeatedly, almost on the verge of a breakdown.

This has happened countless times. Nolan insisted on representing Saint Lenza in the Star Martial Arts Tournament without even fighting a single battle.

Why shouldn't they get such a good opportunity!

It's too late to select a new contestant now. If we just randomly assign the strongest, defeated contestant, the others won't agree.

If Parkinson's were to die on the spot, due to fairness and the rule against skipping a turn, the shy little witch would still be promoted, since luck is also a part of strength.

look!

Nolan shrugged helplessly; she was destined to win whether she played or not.

On the podium, Lei Ruiyi smiled broadly, sensing something amiss; she wasn't the only one eyeing the beautiful young goddess king.