Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"enough!"

At this moment, a soldier bravely stepped forward, raised his twin swords, and his eyes under his helmet flashed with a cold light.

Sariel could no longer tolerate the people she had sworn to protect for life falling before her. As fellow beings of the element of ice and snow, her power could be unleashed to its fullest extent here.

Nolan grabbed Sariel and shook his head. Before she could struggle, the escaped saintess sensed something and her eyes lit up with surprise.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The footsteps sounded like those of a colossal creature, followed by a tremendous roar. What had seemed so far away was now right in front of them.

The crowd numbly turned around, only to see a huge mountain "running" towards them. The mountain was moving at high speed, each step covering hundreds of meters, easily overturning the snow people's encirclement. The demon bear and the barbarians were trampled to death like ants.

The giants of Veler have bodies as thick as mountains and mostly live in the rocky strata of uninhabited mountain ranges. It is rare for them to grow to this size, but this guy is very familiar to the people of the Holy Alliance.

Panini waved wildly at the mountains, and the little girl almost cried out of anxiety, as unreliable as ever.

"Praise be to the goddess, the holy maiden!"

"Reinforcements from the White Front have come to our rescue!"

Someone heard the soldiers' prayers, but it wasn't the Seven Luminaries Goddess. Saint War Maiden Halenaar arrived just in time, bringing with her two other saintesses. The War Maidens of the Seven Luminaries Temple, dressed in magnificent divine robes, stood on the shoulder of the mountain.

Halennar lacked a saintly aura and a captivating appearance, but in the eyes of the recruits, this mountain was more exciting than a naked beauty.

boom!

The giant leaped up and crashed into the snow, curling up to give the soldiers cover.

The strong stone body became a natural shelter, protecting the front of the legion. Those unlucky ones who were too slow to react on the flanks were swept away by the avalanche, with zero chance of survival.

"Humph!"

The witch in the sky let out an unhappy roar. She hadn't expected the Holy War Maiden to be so perceptive, but the main force of the Holy Alliance could not possibly have arrived here so quickly.

"Endless north wind, destroy my enemy!"

Matilda gently touched her chest, and a cold spell invoked the elements of the vast area, the immense fluctuations of spirit energy pushing the snowfield to freezing point.

731. The Women's Perilous Battlefield

Several claws emerged from the avalanche wave, their ice blades and snow shards slamming into Halennar's massive body, leaving deep wounds on the rocks with astonishing power.

Da Shan groaned, her steps trembling slightly, but she couldn't retaliate; if she fell, no one would survive.

The avalanche restricted the Holy Alliance but also halted the barbarian army. Fortunately, Harrenal brought with him the only sage on the White Front who could rival Matilda.

"Witch, I will be your opponent!"

A gray shadowy figure leaped into the sky from behind the boulder. It was a tall and valiant gray-haired woman, dressed in a magnificent divine robe and silver helmet, wielding an exaggerated battle axe as she charged straight toward the eye of the storm.

"Curtis is here too..."

Sariel breathed a sigh of relief, but also lowered his helmet, his sharp eyes piercing through the snowflakes as he observed the actions of both sides.

Curtis brandished his massive battle axe, his aura blending with the earth and the raging wind. The thick haze instantly overshadowed the blizzard, and his aura was even more refined than when they met in the abyss.

"drink!"

With a single axe strike, the Berserker Maiden cleaved the heavens, splitting open a vortex of frost. Her elemental combat skills were fierce and powerful, truly deserving of the title of the strongest saintess.

Matilda raised an eyebrow, and countless ice spears burst forth from her fingertips. However, the ice binding curse she had cast could not stop the opponent's valiant figure. She then put on a cloak, and her delicate body froze into an ice sculpture, turning into millions of ice shards that condensed into ice rings in the air, attempting to trap Curtis.

"Mere witchcraft!"

Curtis roared, and the ice shards covering his muscular body scattered. He gathered strength in his arms, revealing clearly defined muscle lines, and swung his great axe wildly around himself, driving away the ice rings like a windmill.

The Holy War Maiden and the Ice Witch are locked in a fierce battle atop the snowy peak, and the Allied Forces' troubles are far from over.

The accumulated snow waves poured down from the mountaintop and piled up on Halennar's back. Even the giant Viller's massive body was struggling to withstand it, and its feet kept slipping and it was forced to retreat.

Harennar stomped his foot, causing the hill to tremble. Several thick stone slabs emerged from the ground to support his lower body, and the power of the earth firmly stabilized him.

"Exploding fire spirits, sing your triumphant song, and send the eternally frozen cold-blooded to eternal slumber!"

A fiery incantation echoed above the stone giant's head, and blazing holy spirits soared into the sky. A pillar of fire around the legion stood on the battlefield, melting the wind and snow and greatly relieving the pressure on their comrades.

Accompanying Curtis was the newly ordained saint of the Papacy, Yero, whose beautiful figure, dressed in a fiery robe and holding a scorched vine staff, shone brightly on the white front and was admired by the soldiers.

Panini's spirits lifted, and he and Yero nodded to each other. The magic carpet flew into the sky to aid Curtis, as the flame-wielding sorcerer was the most reliable fighting force on the white front.

The addition of three Saint War Maidens to the battlefield made it impossible for Matilda to cope easily. The ice ring was calmed by a sudden rain of fire and a storm of flames, and even the cold weather was reversed by the Saints, which was extremely disadvantageous.

"Got you!"

Curtis gave a sharp rebuke, urging the laws to force the witch's true form out of the cold wind, which was then cleaved from the sky by the windmill, which carried with it a thick haze.

The white figure plunged into the snow mountain, and the next second it quickly returned to the battlefield. Large cracks appeared on the Snow Maiden's arms, and the frost shield had cracked. Her lifeless eyes grew colder and colder, and her small mouth opened slightly, but what she exhaled was a chilling current.

The icy breath contained a cruel law, instantly stripping all life from everything!

"Well!"

Panini and Yero's energy shields dissipated instantly. Before they could even chant, they were thrown hundreds of meters away by the impact of the spirit. Their eyes were filled with horror, and half of their bodies were frozen.

Curtis, who was closest to the cold front, was frozen in blue crystal ice, his arms crossed in a defensive posture, his fiery body and resolute expression frozen in time.

"No way, even Curtis..."

Sariel was nervous and worried, but then wisps of gray smoke rose from the ice block and exploded with a bang. Curtis, who had broken free of the ice prison, was panting and stood silently facing Matilda.

The two young saintesses were far less powerful than the Berserker Princess and were unable to intervene in the battle between the extraordinary saints. They were seriously injured by the cold current and could only slowly circulate their soul circuits to melt the ice and snow.

This wasn't the first time such a showdown had taken place. Curtis and Matilda represented the strongest fighting force of the Holy Alliance and the Polar Snowfield, respectively. Both of them, from the White Front, looked rather grim, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

The Snow Woman took a deep breath, and Curtis felt a chill in his heart, thinking that the strange law was about to strike again, and gathered his spirit to form a shield to resist it.

The weather changed drastically during the day, with thick clouds looming overhead and a cold wind howling.

"hail."

Matilda extended her right hand, and a flash of blue light appeared on her crystal-clear index finger as she cast a winter spell.

This was the second time Nolan had heard the barbarian rich woman's voice; it was ethereal and clear, like a spring in winter, cool from head to toe.

Ice crystals the size of stones fell from the sky, and if you weren't careful, you would be hit on the head, bleeding profusely and frozen in place.

Panini frantically directed the new recruits to tighten their defenses, while Halenaar spread his arms to shield the allies from the hail. The four Saint War Maidens easily dealt with the wide-area spell.

Fortunately, Matilda didn't waste too many souls. Her purpose seemed to be just to cover the retreat of the Snowfield Knights. When everyone looked up again, the army of the Midnight Snowfield had already disappeared, and the Ice Witch was nowhere to be seen. Only the white mountains remained, and all was silent.

"Damn it, she actually got away."

Panini clenched her little fists and grumbled, while Yero and Sariel secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone knows that Matilda didn't retreat out of fear, but rather because the ambush plan failed and there was no point in continuing the conflict.

Even the four Saint War Maidens couldn't defeat the Snow Woman. Even with the addition of Sariel, who was hiding in the shadows, she was still a transcendent saint, possessing absolute dominance above the Holy Realm, almost the pinnacle of mortals.

Curtis frowned slightly as she looked at the frozen blood on the ground. They were too late; they had lost a lot of manpower.

"Each formation will conduct a personnel count and depart for the war zone in ten minutes!"

Listening to the Second Holy Legion Commander's practiced orders, Panini asked curiously, "By the way, how did you know we were ambushed?"

"The original war zone teleportation array was not connected to the wormhole, but His Highness sensed spatial fluctuations elsewhere and guessed that someone was causing trouble. Unfortunately, only the three of us were able to arrive in time."

Yero smiled and nodded. Her face had become thinner, but her voice and eyes were exceptionally firm. She had grown into a capable apostle with a unique charm.

"Thank goodness you've come. Praise be to the Seven Luminaries Goddess, praise be to His Highness the Holy Son."

Panini's face flushed slightly. Opening the wormhole without double-checking the destination coordinates was a fatal mistake!

"Hurry up, we don't have time to waste!"

Curtis impatiently urged the recruits on, then suddenly stopped, his gloomy gaze sweeping over the crowd, giving Sariel a meaningful look, even though she was now wearing a human skin.

732. Aurora

"what happened?"

Panini and Yero, puzzled, followed Curtis's gaze and noticed the two composed recruits.

"It's nothing, let's go."

The Second Saint War Maiden leaped onto the stone giant's shoulder, pointing west to clear a path for the legion, but Sariel felt a chill run through her body, her mind filled with only one thought.

She discovered...

Having just escaped the barbarians' trap, the Holy Legion embarked on another journey, with no time to catch its breath.

The long queue, like a snake trapped in the dead of winter, twisted and turned into sixteen columns, moving slowly forward into the white world, accompanied by wind and snow, with no idea of ​​what lay ahead.

The biting wind froze the soldiers' will and bodies. Along the way, new recruits kept falling behind, sitting on snowdrifts, shivering, their faces covered in frozen tears and snot.

No matter how profound the soul is, it cannot withstand the consumption of a few hours. The protective aura of a low-level class has long been exhausted, and the cotton-padded coat wrapped under the armor is no match for the extreme cold.

"You bunch of lazybones and vermin! Get up if you don't want to die!"

The squad leader shouted and waved his whip, reminding everyone again and again that the war zone stronghold was close at hand, but he had been doing this for half a day.

The officers looked worried, only showing relief when they caught a glimpse of Halennar's imposing figure. They all knew that the harsh weather was not the worst thing on the White Front; the cruelty of winter had only just begun to unfold.

I don't know how much time passed, but the snow gradually stopped, the faint sunlight disappeared, and the temperature dropped again, which was a sign that night was coming.

The snowfield under the cover of night will be even more dangerous...

More and more new recruits were exhausted, slowing down the overall pace. Suddenly, someone burst into wild laughter, tearing at his armor as if he was suffering from unbearable heat. His flushed face was exactly what the doctors feared most.

"It's an illusion! Don't grab it!"

Everyone else was frozen and delirious, but that person was waving his arms and legs, seemingly oblivious to the cold.

Immediately, a priest of the Seven Luminaries rushed forward, pinned down the soldier, and rapidly chanted a secret incantation to send down a blessing of fire, pouring a bottle of medicinal wine into his mouth.

Another person was added to the stretcher. The logistics team was no longer able to carry any more wounded. If this continued, everyone would freeze to death.

"call."

The valiant warrior maiden on the stone giant's shoulder breathed a sigh of relief, and the faint light of the distant lighthouse made the saintesses feel much more relaxed.