Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

After traversing the wormhole, Nolan once again arrived at the Allied Army's transit station, the Madrid Plane Airport.

The autumn wind was bleak, and thick clouds filled the sky, as if pressing down on everyone's hearts. The mighty Holy Legion was neatly lined up on the golden plain, and Nolan's temporary reorganized army was the last unit.

The hundreds of thousands of human troops had assembled, and the camp was eerily quiet, not because of discipline, but because an indescribable despair permeated the air.

It was like a farewell with no hope of survival; the eyes beneath the helmets were dull and lifeless, devoid of any fighting spirit.

"Has it really come to this...?"

Nolan muttered to himself as he joined a group of zombies in the formation. They had already sentenced themselves to death in their hearts and held no hope of victory.

A faint smell of blood lingered on the plains, and many wounded soldiers were thrown back into battle before they had had a chance to recover, which showed how intense the fighting was on the front lines.

The offensive launched by the polar day snowfield this time was unprecedentedly strong, and it had a strong sense of taking advantage of the situation, wanting to destroy the Holy Alliance in one fell swoop.

The commander's passionate speech at the front line went unheard. After a brief mobilization, the petite legion commander sighed and waved her hand to communicate with a spatial spell.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this will be the last wormhole leading to the White Front. Regardless of victory or defeat, the Holy Alliance can no longer sustain such massive expenditures, and the continuous battles have nearly driven humanity to the brink of extinction.

"Hey, are we really going to the Northern Frontier Military Region? What if...?"

Sariel felt a chill run down her spine. Curtis knew her very well, and once she released her spirit, it would be almost impossible to hide it from the other Holy War Maidens.

"Don't worry, the new recruits transferred to the Twelfth Holy Legion are all nobles. They're just there to put on a show. They won't be of any use in a real battle. Basically, if the vanguard is routed, we can turn around and run away before we even get on the field."

Nolan gestured towards the petite and adorable legion commander. The twelfth Saint War Maiden Panini stood out among the group of officers, her little red hat and holy crown still magnificent.

Aside from exceptionally capable battle maidens like Curtis and Nagulan, the other saintesses, despite being nominal legion commanders, were merely figureheads with little real power in the eyes of the nobles.

"Huh? Are you... even speaking human language? The other soldiers are living, breathing human beings too!"

Sariel gritted her teeth; she resisted the war, yet she couldn't bear to see the people suffer.

"Don't you think that fighting a bloody battle is the best way for you to clear your name?"

Nolan yawned and casually stepped into the wormhole, still looking like a scruffy middle-aged man, so no one would recognize him.

Looking at the distorted, hollow vortex, Sariel's gaze hardened considerably. If this mission was destined to end, she would rather die honorably on the battlefield than become a slave because of a fabricated crime.

Whether or not anyone believes it, she is still an apostle of the Seven Luminaries Goddess!

All legions heading to the White Front are headed for Taldaror, a frozen tundra in the Middle Plane, rich in rare metals, and even more remote than the icy lands of Bandari.

The long wormhole journey is like a tornado sweeping through, the weightlessness and distortion are nauseating, and the experience is terrible.

Nolan's eyes lit up, his vision blurred, and the blinding white light made it impossible to see anything.

"hiss!"

Sariel, standing beside him, instinctively shivered and exhaled a puff of white mist; his heavy armor was utterly ineffective against the onslaught of winter.

The snow-covered landscape of the White Front unfolded before the reinforcements; the vast expanse of white sky and earth had no boundary, a beauty that was exceptionally harsh.

The sub-zero temperatures destroyed all life. The cold air kept spreading from the soles of the feet throughout the body. A noble young man was still vomiting, and he accidentally sank into the snow. The snow piled up to a depth that was unfathomable, directly covering his neck.

The squad leaders of each formation had assembled and ordered everyone to release their spirits and envelop their bodies in flames, otherwise they would soon find that what they emerged from the snow was a severed leg.

The Northern Frontier is the last war zone established by the Holy Alliance on the White Front. In the past few days, we have been able to send direct support to the base through the teleportation portal. However, if we lose again, things may change.

"Wait, how did we get here?!"

Panini, sitting on the magic carpet floating high in the air, suddenly shouted loudly. The other legions also noticed the strangeness. The endpoint of the coordinates should be the war zone military camp.

Snowflakes were falling heavily, obscuring visibility, when a snowball came hurtling from afar.

As they drew closer, the snowball, originally the size of a fist, grew larger and larger, as if it could absorb snowflakes to grow stronger. Panini immediately activated his secret shield.

boom!

The snowball crashed to the ground, landing in the center of the crowd, and the hidden magical energy within exploded into countless ice spikes.

The screams startled the stunned recruits. Hundreds of human soldiers fell instantly, crushed into a bloody pulp by the snowballs. The surrounding square formations, caught off guard, were also torn apart by ice spikes, their limbs flying everywhere.

"......"

Many people were still bewildered, unaware of what had happened, and watched helplessly as hundreds of lives vanished before their eyes.

The bright red blood splattered on the snow was extremely glaring, reminding everyone that they had arrived at the battlefield!

"There's an ambush! The enemy has disrupted the teleportation beacon!"

Panini's youthful voice warned the army to form ranks, but the various formations were made up of conscripted nobles and commoners. Their souls were weak, and they had not yet experienced actual combat training. Some of the unfit recruits were so frightened that they turned and ran away.

On the mountain opposite the snowfield, a group of wriggling white objects caught Nolan's attention. Upon closer inspection, he realized they were giant white bears.

"It's the Snow Demon Bear Knight!"

Sariel clenched his fist. He was experienced on the battlefield and wanted to help Panini, but he was also worried about the fate that would follow.

The harsh environment bred terrifying monsters, and the barbarians of the polar regions tamed these frigid beasts thousands of years ago; rolling snowballs is their masterpiece.

"Charge! Charge!"

The lead bear knight wore a crude steel helmet, his hair was tied into dozens of braids, and he was strong but short. He and the war bear rammed into the shield bears and knocked over the shield bears.

The polar day snowfield worships the goddess of ice and snow. Their cold spirits make them immune to frost, and their ice-sealing martial arts are even more terrifying in the snowfield, causing the front-line defensive formations to collapse at the slightest touch.

The Demon Bear Knights numbered only ten thousand, but the northerners were incredibly brave and fierce, all of them high-ranking warriors serving the Ice and Snow Temple. Ordinary Soul Warriors had no chance of resisting them.

"Exploding musket!"

Panini finished chanting and fired a scorching cannonball, melting dozens of demonic bears. But this speed was no match for the barbarians' harvesting of new recruits.

A Papal knight stepped forward with a shield, shouting "Seven Stars Immortal!" and bravely challenged the Demon Knight Commander. The next second, his shield was smashed into ice shards, and his chest was deeply caved in.

The burly man in the steel helmet was also a saint. He looked at the loli war princess on the flying carpet, ripped off the head of the divine servant, and made a provocative gesture.

Panini was furious and hurled fireballs one after another, like a human-shaped artillery platform. But the demonic bear was unusually agile, its heavy body gliding and flying across the snow, targeting high-ranking human officers.

"how so!"

Sariel was anxious and wished she could join the battle immediately, but she was injured and her identity would be exposed, and she feared she would soon be escorted back by her other sisters.

Nolan scratched his head. Most of the Holy Alliance knights were born in the southern summer and were not good at fighting in the snow. It was obvious what would happen.

730. Yuki-onna

After the Shield Guard phalanx fell, the recruits of the Eleven Holy Legions quickly scattered. No matter how the commander shouted, it was to no avail. The barbarians rampaged and slaughtered the sorcerer troops.

The allied reinforcements were numerous, but only a handful of high-ranking officers were actually useful, while the opposing forces were all battle-hardened temple elites, resulting in a significant disparity in combat strength.

The various formations were ruthlessly slaughtered by the Demon Bear Knights, and human soldiers fell in droves, staining the snow hills red.

The weak noble screamed and tried to crawl back into the wormhole, but the space tunnel had long been closed, which was not what was supposed to be like joining the atmosphere group.

"Please save them!"

Sariel pleaded in a low voice, saying that only a witch could save these innocent people.

Nolan shook his head without speaking, and followed the squad to retreat to the defensive barrier constructed by the legion commander.

The fierce fighting on the White Front exceeded her expectations. Numerous powerful soul fluctuations lingered around her, so the fallen saintess, who was barely able to protect herself, didn't need to worry about it at all.

"The fire of anger has turned into a sudden downpour!"

Panini finished a five-verse chant, his hands rapidly turning the pages of the legal code, the heavy, scorching air dispelling the wind and snow, condensing into a sky full of fireballs.

The fiery rain melted the snow on the hills, briefly repelling the bear pack, but what awaited them was the next attack from the polar day snowfield.

Waaaaaah~~~~~

A muffled horn sounded from all directions, and more enemies emerged from the hilltop. Barbarian soldiers pounded their chests and roared, banging their swords against their shields, the deafening noise surrounding the humans.

Most of the new recruits from the south had no combat experience, and many were so frightened that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground, closing their eyes in despair.

"Despicable Snowmen!"

Panini gritted her teeth. Since the enemy had locked onto the spatial coordinates, they certainly wouldn't let them escape easily.

At this moment, the fierce wind and snow suddenly intensified, making it difficult to breathe, and the white blizzard almost buried everyone.

A flash of cold light appeared in the sky, the temperature plummeted, and the snow and ice swirled into a vortex tornado. A graceful figure could be vaguely seen floating within it, with storms roaring around her and snowflakes dancing at her feet. The elements surged unstoppably.

The woman had striking blue hair, a sexy, delicate body as pale as snow, and wore only a thin white velvet cloak. Her lifeless eyes were cold and indifferent.

"It's the witch, Matilda is here!"

The commander's heart sank instantly, his heart and tongue frozen. Saintess Panini alone could not contend with her.

"It's all over, it's all fucking over..."

Several nobles embraced and wept bitterly, their tears freezing into ice crystals as soon as they were squeezed from the corners of their eyes.

That name was like a nightmare on the White Front; just hearing it made people tremble. No one wanted to become an ice sculpture, forever guarding the snowfield.

The barbarians call themselves Snow People, favored by the goddess of ice and snow, and regard divine authority as the only one, accepting no one else's rule.

The people of Xuemin, regardless of age or gender, are united and help each other. It is similar to a divine kingdom but without distinction of rank. Even apostles are required to undertake basic tasks.

The most beloved of them all is the Snow Maiden, the goddess of nature, who is also known as the "Zero Degree" Saint of the Ice and Snow Witch. She is also a member of the Rich Women's Club.

The Ice Witch didn't notice the little king hiding in the crowd, nor did she care about the lives of humans. Outside of the Dream Salon, they were undoubtedly enemies.

Matilda was as beautiful as I remembered, like a snow fairy living in seclusion on the ice plains, her delicate porcelain doll-like face untouched by the hues of the world.

However, the Snow Woman's ruthless methods were exceptionally terrifying. Matilda exposed her arms, her skin as white as ice and jade, and with a gentle tremor, the earth began to shake.

Violent tremors followed one after another, as if the mountains themselves were startled by Matilda, awakened from their dream, and the snow slowly rolled down, the melting snow water accompanied by the flowing dust falling from above.

The barbarians around them did not charge, and even the Demon Bear Knight retreated back to the hilltop, quietly watching the Holy Alliance Army with a cold laugh.

"W-What happened?!"

Panini gripped the Codex tightly, his eyes constantly on Matilda, completely unaware that a greater crisis was approaching.

"Snow...snow..."

Suddenly someone pointed to the ceiling, eyes wide, unable to utter a word for a long time.

A chill ran down everyone's spine as they watched helplessly as the snow continued to slide down the steep peak, gradually growing larger along the mountainside, and in the blink of an eye, it gathered into a torrent, turning into an avalanche that swept in!

The avalanche was incredibly powerful; its size increased several times every second as it moved further away, and its speed was terrifying, leaving no time to dodge or escape.

They then realized that this trap was a graveyard prepared for them by the polar day snowfield!