Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Now that they were here, they could rest easy. Curtis's worst fears hadn't come true; the cunning barbarian hadn't returned. It seemed the Ice Witch wasn't planning to waste too much time on a reinforcement.

As dusk fell, the Allied troops who had come from afar looked dejected, more like a burden than a source of support.

A faint green light meandered and rose from the horizon, dazzling and eerie, yet no one was in the mood for a sauna. At this moment, the magnificent aurora of the North seemed more like a beacon to the land of the dead, guiding them to the other side.

The world was dark, and all that could be seen in any direction was white snow, making it difficult to judge their situation. Just when Panini thought they had lost their way, a large number of lights appeared in the distance.

The warm glow invigorated the soldiers, who cheered loudly and strode off into the distance.

That's the northern frontier of the main city; they've finally arrived at the war zone!

The fluttering Lilac Royal Banner and the Papal Lighthouse drew ever closer, and Saint War Princess Harennar was the best pass. After a low horn blast, the gates of the war zone opened, and a group of fully armed cavalry poured out.

“I always felt that coming here was not a good idea.”

Sariel sighed and reluctantly followed the legion; she had no other way out. Nolan, however, remained surprisingly calm.

The North is the foundation of the Blue Shield Dynasty, where royal banners flutter on snow-covered walls. It is also the last major city of the Holy Alliance in the snowfields, sheltering many homeless civilians.

In other words, if the White Front falls again, the gates of the North will be wide open, and the Snowmen's next target will be the capital of the dynasty, putting the entire Blue Shield province in grave danger.

The inner city could not accommodate millions of troops, so most soldiers had to be stationed in bunkers built on the outskirts of the war zone, which became known as the White Front.

Strangely, the arrival of reinforcements was met with no welcome; everyone was armed and their eyes were filled with hostility, while the Papal Rangers surrounded the legion.

Inside the city walls, the atmosphere was eerily quiet, and the reinforcements who escaped the barbarian ambush were not welcome here.

Panini looked completely bewildered and hadn't even had a chance to sit down and have a bowl of hot soup.

"what happened?"

Halennar and Yero blocked the way from the front and back, their faces serious and silent.

Blue Shield Province is in dire need of help. The old noble faction to which the Azure King belongs is full of righteous indignation, but when help is needed, they take no action and make excuses to shirk responsibility.

Therefore, the White Front's army was mostly composed of civilians and belonged to the revolutionary forces.

The Twelfth Army was made up of impoverished nobles who had been barely conscripted and were of no use whatsoever. They were also a waste of frontline resources. It was understandable that the revolutionary army looked down on them, but there was no need to make a big fuss about it.

Soon, the Berserker Princess's tall figure emerged from behind the rangers, smashing her giant axe into the ground as she spoke coldly.

"Sariel, you sinner! In the name of the Seven Luminaries, I am ordered to arrest you. Any resistance will be considered a betrayal of the oath I swore to the King!"

A great commotion arose in the crowd, everyone was shocked. Only Panini was still looking around, unaware that the escaped saintess had infiltrated the crowd!

"The Fourth Seat Saint War Maiden... Lady Sariel?"

"Shut up, she's no longer a saint, she has barbarian blood flowing through her veins!"

"traitor!"

"The oath-breaker!"

.......

The wanted poster from Avalon had reached here. The harsh insults and unfounded accusations made Sariel's hands clench and unclench again, while the exhausted recruits looked at each other, confused about what was going on.

If Sariel was indeed a traitor, then the most furious would be the soldiers in the north who had suffered heavy casualties. The enemy knew their every move and they had lost far too many precious things on this snowy land.

"How long are you going to hide?! Answer me!"

Curtis finally lost his patience, roared, and swung his battle axe down at the indifferent soldiers in the crowd.

boom!

The immense force overturned the surrounding crowd, but the soldier remained unmoved, his legs slightly bent, and two sharp white blades appeared from nowhere, crossed to block the giant axe.

Faint ice crystals emerged from around Sariel, piercing through flesh and skin, and coalescing into a light blue helmet that enveloped her body, restoring her slender figure.

The blue-haired woman was beautiful and aloof. Her Holy Domain Soul was powerful yet cold, causing the defenders on the White Front to change color in shock, and tension instantly rose within the war zone.

Halenall and Yero's eyes trembled slightly. When they actually saw Sariel, they were at a loss for what to do.

"You... think so too?"

Sariel's smile was bleak, his eyes were dull, and he had no fighting spirit whatsoever.

733. The Witch's Oversight

Curtis paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "My opinion is not important; what matters is your attitude. You shouldn't have run away!"

"If we don't run, are we just waiting to become slaves like Fenrir and be sold off cheaply to nobles, or are we going to pray fervently to the goddess statue and beg Lady Asteria to punish the true traitors?!"

Sariel sneered, a chill emanating from her. Curtis bit her lip, a rare moment of hesitation on her face; Fernail's fate was a pain she would never forget.

The soldiers who had once fought alongside her now turned hostile, deeply wounding Sariel's heart. At this moment, a ripple appeared in the unwavering faith of the escaped saint.

When believers need help the most, the supreme God can never respond, but only coldly observes everything.

Curtis gritted his teeth, his eyes hardening once more, and his battle axe unleashed a torrent of power.

"Shut up! Even so, you cannot blaspheme the name of the goddess. If this is a conspiracy, I will definitely expose the truth for you!"

"Now that things have come to this, I will never trust anyone again!"

Sariel wielded two swords, their blades covered in a layer of silver frost. Knowing he was no match for her, he had no intention of surrendering.

A sense of battle permeated the frozen earth. Sariel's face grew cold. Before the wind even rose, Curtis had already sensed the killing intent and swung his axe again, unleashing his usual suppressive martial technique.

"Break through metal and stone!"

The Berserker Princess's strength lies in her balanced attack and defense, like a mobile chariot, advancing to Sariel's front in the blink of an eye, her aura overwhelming!

Sariel was not to be outdone. With nimble footwork, she broke through the wind and spun around, breaking the mountain-splitting heavy axe. She avoided the frontal attack and instead attacked at close range, accurately seizing the handle to launch a further surprise attack.

"madness!"

Sariel was by no means the first person to try to get close to Curtis. The Berserker Princess stomped her foot on the ground, and the gray matter surrounding her exploded. The powerful impact of the gray haze directly blasted Sariel's thin body away.

boom!

[Cold Wave] The saintess slammed hard against the fortress wall, shaking down a layer of white snow, and her chaotic soul was almost completely shattered.

Amidst the gray fog, the tall and valiant war maiden slowly walked forward, carrying a battle axe, each step heavy and powerful.

"Is this the law of crushing..."

Sariel coughed up blood, her eyes grave. Curtis's strength was overwhelming for the "weak," and this was the first time she had personally tasted this despair while standing on the opposite side of the super-strong woman.

[Mad Warrior] The Holy Maiden had the upper hand, and the warriors of the Northern Territory immediately swarmed forward, showing no mercy to the traitor!

"law!"

Sariel spread his five fingers, bringing an endless chill to the Blue Shield capital, causing everyone's movements to become stiff and sluggish.

The bitter cold activated the cold bloodline of the cold-blooded saintess. Sariel's pale skin and azure pupils made her look exactly like the Snowman spy accused by the Azure King!

A sudden gust of wind swept down, chilling the affected soldiers to the bone, their muscles twitching uncontrollably.

"This...this..."

The situation is deteriorating, and there is no possibility of reconciliation. Hiero and Harennar are caught in a dilemma.

Panini had no liking for the cold-blooded sister who had spoken rudely to the Crimson Lotus King. She launched a sneak attack with a scorching lava, the blinding flames illuminating the entire castle.

Sariel clutched his lower abdomen, panting heavily. The wound from Victoria's shot was tearing and painful. Dragging his injured body, he forcefully urged the law to slow Curtis's pace.

But what's next?

Could she possibly escape from the clutches of so many powerful figures on the White Front...?

As the scorching heat was about to engulf her, Sariel felt desolate and curled up into a ball, hiding in the cold air.

At that moment, a fellow recruit suddenly stepped forward and stood beside the criminals.

boom!

Everyone was shocked. Those who were not involved should have retreated to the side long ago. Ordinary soldiers who interfered in the battle between the saintesses would only face certain death.

Panini only wanted to subdue Sariel and didn't intend to kill him, but even a casual strike from a saint is not something an ordinary person can withstand.

However, the raging lava grew smaller and smaller, as if it were being absorbed by something, and the flames dimmed until they went out completely.

As the extremes of heat and cold clashed, the melting ice and snow brought a touch of warmth to the war zone with billowing steam.

Neither armor nor ice and snow could stop the melting fire. The blurry shadows in the mist remained, but the melted flesh and skin turned to ashes, gradually revealing a graceful figure that a man should not have.

"Allied forces, listen to my command! Third formation!"

The officers looked grave, not expecting the traitor to have accomplices. Wisps of brilliant dust danced up and down, relieving Sariel of the crushing pressure.

"That is... Stop it all!"

Yero's spirits lifted, her eyes lit up with joy, and she stopped the eager soldiers.

"Honestly, wouldn't it be better to just stand by and watch the show?"

A playful, sweet voice drifted through the mist, revealing the beautiful figure of a mysterious girl. She beckoned with her slender index finger, and the drifting dust instantly enveloped her voluptuous body.

Her stunning beauty, ruby-like eyes, and dazzling silver hair perfectly matched the legend.

"W-Witch!"

The striking silver attire caused a stir, with some gasping in surprise, but quickly covering their mouths as such a title was inappropriate for the daughter of the Holy Marshal.

The soldiers retreated, sheathed their weapons, and saluted respectfully. They didn't even care about the traitorous saintess anymore. Their faces showed a mixture of awe and intense excitement, but not the fear that outsiders had for the Chaos Witch.

"Little Nolan!"

Finally, someone called out Joe's name. Panini on the magic carpet jumped for joy. They needed Nolan's help more than ever, only in the form of an invincible figure.

Even the fearless Curtis shrugged, her red lips parted slightly but she didn't know what to say. The memory of her encounter in the abyss gave her a headache, a classic case of post-traumatic stress disorder.

The terrifying shadow cast by the invincible figure has now been transferred to this alluring young woman...

"What's wrong? What are you all standing there for? Keep going."

Nolan shrugged, indicating he'd be happy to watch the two Septimius Apostles fight a fair battle until one of them breathed their last. Asteria would surely be pleased too.

"......"

Curtis stood rooted to the spot, his expression complex, his fighting spirit completely gone. Sariel rolled his eyes, brushed off the snowflakes, and stood up.

It seems that the Blue Shield King was right to let her follow the child.