Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The rise of the Abyss and the arrival of the dragon tide have made the course of this game unpredictable. Not only is the Chief of the Pantheon embroiled in conflict, but ambitious figures outside the Netherworld are also stirring.

Offering help in times of need is not the style of a master swindler; kicking someone when they're down is also perfectly acceptable.

The fractured battlefield caused the situation to deteriorate rapidly, plunging the Allied forces into crisis once again. They watched helplessly as ice and snow built high walls in the cold wind, melted by divine fire, and then froze again.

"That guy isn't planning to bury us alive, is he?"

Panini and Yero exchanged a worried glance, not understanding the point of holding the line. Only by breaking the iceberg in the war zone could they have a chance of survival.

The divine fire is blazing hot, but how long can it last? If this continues, they will be buried sooner or later.

The barbarians abandoned their offensive and attempted to trap everyone within the war zone. This night raid was more resolute than any before, heading straight for the gates of the White Front. By the time the legions stationed on all sides received the news and came to their aid, they would probably have frozen to death.

The Berserker on the city wall had her teeth practically ground to powder, ready to cleave through the iceberg and sweep across the battlefield at any moment. However, since His Highness the Holy Son had not yet given the order, she dared not act on her own.

High atop the tower, the elemental fire had a limited range; merely enveloping the defensive line was enough to make Lockrean sweat profusely. He turned page after page of the divine tome, struggling against the extraordinary sages with great difficulty.

"What are you looking at! Aren't you going to help?!"

Bella hurriedly tugged at Nolan's cloak, trying to seek help from the Chaos Knight; she was the legendary figure who could single-handedly stop the flow of the source water.

The sorceress of the Lord and the Amethyst Dragon Mother.

Nolan disagreed, smiling as he said, "Strictly speaking, my stance is chaotic neutrality. I have no disputes with the Polar Snowfield and have never formed an alliance with the Holy Alliance."

"Are you even speaking human language!?"

It was hard to believe that these words came from Marshal Roland's daughter. Bella was so angry that she stomped her feet, but she couldn't help. This was worse than being killed!

Nolan wasn't going to sit idly by either. She casually kicked a pebble away, and the force of the impact created a powerful gust of wind that shattered the spatial barrier.

The silver-haired girl snapped her fingers, and a purplish-black aura of annihilation enveloped her delicate body, forming that familiar yet exaggerated armor. The Chaos Knight leaped into the void, leaving without looking back.

Sariel and Bella stared wide-eyed, completely stunned, never expecting such an outcome.

Lockrean kept his eyes straight ahead, seemingly oblivious to Nolan, focusing solely on fending off the witch's attack. This was not their battlefield, and he was waiting for a signal.

Outside the war zone, thick ice crystals continued to compress and shrink, depriving the Allied forces of their living space.

At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky above the snow mountain, and as it shattered, it brought with it a violent turbulent current, which frightened the Snow People's Army into immediately looking up and being on alert.

A tall knight clad in armor descended from the sky and landed in the center of the formation, where he was surrounded by roaring barbarians.

"Get out!"

A sharp shout rang out from behind, and a burly man leaped into the crowd, blocking the Black Knight. He was even taller than Invincible.

Xuemin looked at the man with respect and spontaneously gave up a circular arena for the two of them. He looked at the Black Knight with fear and suspicion, finding it hard to believe that the long-lost madman would appear here.

"Invincible, I never expected you would actually fight for the Holy Alliance, but venturing here alone was the biggest mistake of your life. I am the number one warrior before the Temple of the Ice Goddess, [Courage Breaker] Auro. Remember this name that will soon defeat you!"

The man had his hair shaved on both sides, leaving only the middle section long and braided. His strong physique was wrapped in a bearskin, and he spoke in a cold, foreign language, his voice crisp and decisive, with a forceful and resolute quality.

However, Nolan was not there to fight. The witch smiled slightly, raised her hands in surrender, and gracefully bowed to the ice witch floating on the mountaintop, speaking clearly in the equally fluent snowfield language.

"We meet again, beautiful lady."

Oro looked surprised, but the melodious female voice coming from under his helmet did not make the Snowman's First Warrior underestimate his opponent. He clenched his fists and was about to kill this Chaos Assassin who had dared to intrude into the army formation.

738. The First Warrior

Amidst the blizzard, thousands upon thousands of demonic bears roared and raised their heads. They were the overlords of this snowfield, vowing to tear any enemy who dared to provoke the snow people to shreds.

At this moment, Oro looked surprised. The melodious female voice coming from under his helmet did not make the first warrior of the Snowmen underestimate his opponent. He clenched his fists and was about to kill this Chaos Assassin who had dared to break into the army formation.

"Demon... Lady Yuki-onna is not someone you can see whenever you want!"

The warrior's roar instantly drowned out the low growls of the surrounding beasts, and large sections of the ice beneath his feet cracked. His powerful aura forced the barbarian soldiers to retreat once again.

Without any warning, the muscles in Auro's arms twitched like tiny snakes, his icy blood not hindering his movements at all, and his proud iron fist swung straight at the Black Knight's face!

Those warriors who ascend to the extraordinary realm with their flesh and blood all possess incomparably powerful physiques. The iceberg beneath his feet was instantly slid down a body length by the pressure of the air wave, but unfortunately, the immense force missed its mark before it could reach Invincible.

Instead of retreating, Nolan advanced, leaning slightly forward to dodge the punch. The feeling of her shoulder hitting Oro's chest made her feel as if she had hit a mountain. Then she raised her right leg and swept it like a whip, stomping Oro into the ice.

throat!

Unable to withstand the power of the two monsters, the iceberg broke in the middle, creating a terrifying chasm that stretched to both sides. This inhuman battle terrified the others, who frequently retreated and expanded the encirclement.

In another physical contest, the Chaos Knight retaliated and surprisingly gained the upper hand against Lord Auror, who was known as the "Beast," leaving the barbarian soldiers dumbfounded.

Nolan clapped his hands, about to get up, when he raised an eyebrow and a chill ran down his spine.

You're the first person to dare turn their back on me!

Oro, who should have been unable to resist, moved his neck without feeling any pain. He stretched out his giant hand, grabbed Invincible's right foot, and spun it like a windmill. With a sinister smile, he threw the toy in his hand into the sky.

A surge of icy air flowed continuously from the iceberg beneath his feet into Oro's body. Their "small" probing was over; the real battle was about to begin!

Blessed by the goddess of ice and snow, the snow people's icy bloodline allows their body temperature to plummet to sub-zero temperatures, making them seem like another species.

Oro's Law is clearly a superhuman amplification type. When it is infused into his entire body, he becomes one with the nature of the snowfield. A chilling aura spreads across the plains, like a snow demon leaping up to intercept the Chaos Knight in the air.

"what?"

The commotion in front of the iceberg attracted the attention of several battle maidens. Curtis squinted, her gaze passing through the flames and the surrounding area, and saw Auro's opponent. Her eyelids twitched slightly.

Yero and Panini on the city wall turned around in astonishment; the silver-haired girl on the tower was gone.

She just rushed in like that!?

"Let her come over."

At this moment, the cold wind carried Matilda's clear voice to the front lines, echoing through the harsh winter. Undoubtedly, this was the first time many snow people had heard the Snow Woman's voice, and they all beat their chests in respect.

"Yes!"

The previously ferocious-looking Auro immediately withdrew his attack, and the enormous soul returned to his body without the slightest hesitation.

Matilda's words meant everything to the Shermans; she was the spokesperson for the goddess.

Unharmed, Wudi landed lightly, shook her hand, glanced at the disgruntled Auro, and looked at him with admiration.

This immortal divine body is already the pinnacle of the mortal world, enough to rival a supreme god, but Oro's robust physique doesn't seem to be much inferior, at least possessing the qualifications to bear the truth.

The title of the number one warrior is well-deserved.

The surrounding snowmen stepped back and made way, but their faces showed great regret.

Such opportunities are rare. The disaster at the Star Festival created Invincibility, making her the strongest contender for the First Apostle. All the strong in the world yearn to fight her to prove their strength.

Nolan, a blurry figure in the storm, waved and climbed the iceberg step by step, braving hostility and vigilance, ignoring the burning castle that was on the verge of collapse behind him, and paying no attention to the allied forces suffering from the torment of ice and fire.

The path to the summit was chillingly cold, and there were two other soul fluctuations as powerful as Oro's, with many other saints eager to try their luck.

Although the power of the Polar Snowfield is not as great as that of the five major faith kingdoms, it surpasses any faction in the currently divided Holy Alliance. It is only a matter of time before the fall of the Northern Territory is achieved through a full-scale attack.

Unlike the Holy Alliance, the Snow People's army lacked officers and commanders to coordinate with each other. Seemingly chaotic and undisciplined, they all advanced according to the same command, charging towards the most intense part of the blizzard.

Everyone seemed to underestimate them. Both Matilda and Aurora were extremely powerful apostles, no less so than the chief of Valhalla.

The Snowmen's faith is so pure and impeccable that even the Lord of Chaos is somewhat envious. And when he thinks about the two monsters still missing from the Throne of Chaos, he can't help but feel a headache coming on.

This is the country that the nobles of the capital jokingly call the barbarians.

Nolan chuckled and shook her head. Such a united army was far more suitable as an ally than the greedy and insatiable human race. In her opinion, that unknown, third-rate goddess from the countryside was also smarter than Asteria.

The witch at the eye of the storm has vanished, and the summit of the snow-capped mountain is empty. From here, one can clearly see the dire situation of the White Front, where the blazing divine fire is gradually dying out.

"If you want me to give up, then please leave, my king."

A snowflake landed beside the Black Knight, transforming into a petite girl with bare feet, her icy blue hair escaping from her fluffy cloak.

Nolan shook his head. "What do I care if they live or die?"

Moreover, the cunning Bitch Saint had calculated everything perfectly and didn't need anyone's help at all.

"Really? Then I'm so glad to see you again."

Having ruled out the wrong answers, Matilda smiled, her icy demeanor melting away, revealing a captivating simplicity.

The Snow Woman expresses her joy in a very straightforward way, as if her aloof demeanor at first glance was just a deceptive shell, and the reason for her happiness is also very simple.

"Witch stocks" are soaring and incredibly popular!

Nolan laughed too. In fact, the fact that she didn't help the Polar Snowfield beat up the Allied Forces was already giving Yero face, let alone helping them.

Standing before the Black Knight was one of the original wealthy women who supported the Throne of Chaos—the lovely witch sponsor!

Unlike Queen Louise's shrewd diversified investments, the Little Witch staked everything, providing a wealth of intelligence and resources for both the journey to the Abyss and the destruction of the Temple of War, thus taking on a significant portion of the risk for Nolan.

The "Kings" favored by Dream Salon are all influential figures in the middle-level worlds, possessing the ability to change the new world order.

Before saving the seven royal courts, this unknown human girl didn't even qualify for the competition, let alone win the favor of any queen.

But things are different now. This promising stock has been crowned king at the grand ceremony, becoming the strongest dark horse, and all the wealthy women who failed to invest are regretting it.

There were only a handful of promising young stars. Caliban, the commander of the Iron Dragon Riders, Lockrean, the Seven Luminaries, and Byron, the young master of the Star Realm, were all good choices at the time and had many supporters.

【Full Moon】Saint Rodriguez was originally a good candidate, but unfortunately he was focused on pursuing the way of the sword and had no desire for hegemony.

As the Ice Witch, Matilda certainly wouldn't place her bets on the opposing Holy Son, and why she disregards everyone else remains a mystery.

739. Goddess? Simp!

Although the two have maintained a subtle connection, this is the first time they have been alone together face-to-face like today, and the atmosphere is slightly awkward.

"Why dress like that? Are you trying to scare people?"

Matilda frowned slightly, her tone innocent and naive, seemingly disgusted by the ill-fitting, tall armor.

The woman standing before Nolan was of unknown age, as if time itself had frozen around her. She did not resemble a powerful leader or a wicked witch who controlled the lives and deaths of millions of human soldiers.

"Maybe it's because I have to do some shady things."

Nolan blinked and suddenly sensed a dozen or so auras slowly approaching the snow-capped peak. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of people in white furs silently serving around him, seemingly mysterious beings that the Allied forces had never mentioned.

The people in white robes varied in appearance, ranging from hunched old people to young children, from robust young men to beautiful young women. What they had in common was that they all possessed the fluctuations of a Saint-level soul spirit.

These people seemed different from the Snowfowl warriors in the legion; a part of their bodies seemed to have transcended the realm of mortals, resembling evil spirit puppets manipulated by Death, servants of the gods.