Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"Don't be nervous, they're not here to protect me."

The Snow Woman is of a high status; if it's not her, then who else could it be?

Matilda ignored the white-clad guards, staring intently at the black knight, and asked in a low voice, "We're allies, aren't we?"

"of course."

The great Lord of Chaos still hopes that his idols can stand on the ice plains, and with the faith alliance of the Temple of Love and the Temple of Ice and Snow, Asteria will have no chance of winning.

The snow woman twitched the corners of her mouth, somewhat relieved, though she wasn't very good at showing a kind smile.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you? I want to know... is Sariel with you?"

Nolan was somewhat surprised. He had thought that something Matilda was taking so seriously must be something very important, but it turned out to be back to that simple, flat-chested girl.

Is she important?

"Very important."

Matilda paused, then said, "Her time is running out, so don't try to stop us. The Blue Shield Province will inevitably fall, which will also benefit the Chaos Throne. You can use the Crimson Lotus Duke and the Blue Shield Duke to share the Holy Alliance with us."

The girl's words were ambiguous. Whose time was slipping away? And who was behind it all, exposing the escaped saintess and forcing her out of Avalon to flee here, to the clutches of the Snow Witch?

Lockrean, who was feigning deafness and dumbness, might know something, which is why he held Sariel firmly in his grasp, or perhaps he even treated the loyal apostle as a bargaining chip.

Nolan didn't care about the secrets hidden in the ice mist. Seeing the Holy Son's disheveled appearance, she felt that victory was in her grasp. So she scratched her head and muttered, "Hiss...that seems to make sense."

The split of the Holy Alliance was indeed not bad for anyone. The glorious human dynasty of the Seven Luminaries Goddess, which had lasted for thousands of years, was destroyed in an instant. It was only a matter of time before she subdued Red Lotus and Blue Shield and threw themselves into chaos, defeating the remaining few descendants of the human queen.

With one side gaining and the other losing, Asteria, having lost a significant amount of faith power, would likely be dethroned from her divine throne in an instant and reduced to a third-rate deity.

But if the winner isn't the Seven Luminaries God King, then the casually disposed bet loses its value and becomes utterly meaningless.

No, we absolutely cannot let that bitch get away with this so easily; her torment has only just begun!

At this moment, a soft footstep interrupted the two, and the silent white-clad guards all lowered their heads.

Without Matilda's orders, even Auro was not allowed to set foot here, but an old woman with a wrinkled face bypassed the legion and barged in.

This simple, white-haired snowman has no soul in him, and his life force is so weak that he could collapse at any moment, yet he is not afraid of the severe cold despite wearing only thin clothes.

"How come you...?"

The usually indifferent and calm Snow Woman revealed intense surprise in her eyes, as if this ordinary woman's identity was extremely special and it was unbelievable that she was willing to meet a stranger.

"Excuse me, but I'd like to speak with Mr. Invincible alone. Is that alright? I believe others need you more right now."

The woman spoke weakly, as if she might die, but her back was ramrod straight, as resolute as all savages.

Although the few simple words were a request to Matilda, the difference in their status was clear, and she possessed an authority that even the Snow Woman could not resist.

"Uh."

Matilda glanced at Nolan in surprise, her bare feet disappearing into the glistening snowflakes with a decisive swiftness. All the words she hadn't yet uttered had to be saved for another time.

Nolan's eyes grew brighter and brighter. This woman posed no threat whatsoever, not even as much as any of the White Fur Guards, yet she held her gaze captive.

Suddenly, the beautiful goddess king understood who the "she" Matilda spoke of, whose time was running out, and who these divine messengers were protecting.

The woman's body had no soul; her physical form had long since died. What now occupied her body was a wisp of divine authority. In Nolan's eyes, she was like truth dressed in clothes, walking the world disguised as a mortal.

The old man tremblingly waved his calloused hands, awkwardly imitating the noble etiquette of the allied humans, his expression a mixture of fear and excitement.

"It is an honor to meet you, Lord of Chaos. Please forgive me for appearing before you in such an unsightly manner."

Snowflakes fall, runes echo—it's a melody unique to the gods.

"Oh."

Nolan smiled, his eyes filled with amusement.

The Father's tacit approval means indulgence; the game of the gods has officially begun, and the restless charlatans are making their appearance one by one.

Clearly, the Ice Goddess is also searching for a new body to forge an immortal divine form, which explains why the Ice Witch dared to challenge the elemental truths of the Seven Luminaries God King.

"Please allow me... um!"

The Ice Goddess's eyes burned with passion, but before she could even introduce herself, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to her knees, making the scene even more comical.

The descent of the divine being should not be known to outsiders. Matilda never expected that the goddess would be so eager to appear before her little king, and she could never have guessed that the goddess she served would be so humble at this moment, without any dignity or divine power.

He's a total simp!

A perfect vessel like Leiri is hard to find, Nolan said, suppressing a laugh as he expressed his understanding.

But the white-clad men around him had empty eyes and remained unmoved like wooden figures, showing no intention of lending a hand, which was quite surprising.

The woman struggled to her feet, and seemingly understanding what Nolan was thinking, she sighed, "Don't you know? In the dictionary of the polar day snowfield, there is no such thing as noble or lowly. Even a goddess who falls down still needs to work hard to get up."

Here, everyone has their own obligations, without exception.

Nolan nodded in agreement; at least the flattery from this country bumpkin was somewhat pleasing to the ear.

"Raise your heads, Ice Gods, and offer your true names to Purgatory."

"zero."

The woman uttered a short syllable, suppressing her excitement and trepidation, and said, "I wonder if you are satisfied with the arrangements I made on my own initiative?"

740. Zero Snow Guard

Now that things have come to this, Matilda's unusual behavior is no longer surprising.

The goddess of ice and snow offered her loyalty at the opportune moment, perhaps with the ambition to replace Asteria, but more so with the desire to use the throne of chaos to ascend to the throne and join the pantheon.

The unrestrained and free gods are all led by the Eternal Time Dragon, and the elemental spirits are mostly ruled by the Seven Luminaries Goddess. If the other gods do not want to be the minions of the Heavenly Father and the Night Mother, they can only seek protection from Chaos.

After all, the beautiful goddess-king is the eternal hegemon of the Supreme Divine Court. Mortals can be foolish and ignorant, but the gods cannot!

In front of Nolan, even a goddess can become a simp; she has the right to do so.

"Beautiful and strong, your body is truly amazing!"

The woman praised humbly, her eyes filled with intense envy. A suitable body was their medium for interfering in the lower realms, but when the war of the gods began, power would be the strongest weapon for every player.

The arrogant and deceitful swindler will not miss any opportunity to reshuffle the deck. The Ice Goddess was not the first to notice the signal, at least not as early as the Goddess of Life and the Eight Pillars of Demons, but it was not too late either.

The Black Knight's body trembled slightly, as if he were laughing, which made the Ice Goddess flustered and realize that she had spoken out of turn.

Please forgive my offense.

Standing before her was the capricious ruler of Purgatory; no amount of humility was too much. The woman took two steps back and, with her flesh and blood, spoke in mortal language, issuing her orders.

"Zero Snow Guard, find and bring back Sariel, and kill all enemies that stand in your way."

The white-clad guards wriggled and disappeared into the snowstorm. A new offensive was about to begin on the polar day snowfield, and with less than half of the twelve Holy War Maidens of the Seven Luminaries Church remaining, the white front would be powerless to fight back.

The woman turned her head proudly, looking down with disdain at the flickering candle in the ice, seemingly disregarding humanity and yearning for the body that was about to arrive.

"Aren't you afraid of divine punishment from Asteria for such blatant cheating?"

"As far as I know, she is already struggling to take care of herself, and the Father's favor is waning from the usurper."

The Ice Goddess kept sneering. All the gods of the Supreme Divine Court knew everything about Asteria's origins. She was nothing more than a mortal who stole the truth of Cantimieus, a mad dog of the Heavenly Father.

When the favor of the Father God gradually fades, the god-king who is all show and no substance will surely fall, just like the so-called god of war.

The great Lord of Chaos remained unmoved. The woman hesitated slightly; this was not the scene she had envisioned. She had already offered herself, willingly becoming another mad dog, yet even so, she had not received anything in return.

"Did I do something wrong? You don't seem satisfied. I thought you would..."

"Happy?"

"Yes."

"What makes you think I'm unhappy?"

"Well......."

"Since you enjoy guessing so much, then guess whether you'll die today. If you guess right, I won't kill you."

The Black Knight suddenly patted the woman's shoulder, his melodious laughter carrying a chilling undertone. The beautiful goddess-king's attitude towards a sycophant was completely different from her attitude towards Matilda, silently warning someone.

No matter what she chooses, she will die. The real answer is the third option: shut up.

The Ice Goddess was drenched in cold sweat, fear gripping her heart, and dared not presume to guess the God King's intentions any longer.

Without a doubt, Nolan prefers spending time with lovable mortals to hypocritical and cunning gods.

"At least your decision was wise. Let the blizzard rage on, and let the world experience the horror of winter."

The silver-haired girl's gaze was mocking yet delighted. When chaos was everywhere, she would once again rule the world, and she would gladly play along with whatever the Father and Mother of Night wanted to do in this game.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief; the Gospel of Destruction was her passport, meaning that the Chaotic Throne would support her regardless of whether it was her opponent, the giants, or the dragons.

As for the descendants of a fallen emperor... they are not to be feared.

"With the Holy Son dead and the Blue Shield Province lost, the Holy Alliance will be a mere shell of its former self after this battle."

At the peak of the iceberg, the weakened goddess vessel ruthlessly announced, brimming with confidence.

"Is that so?"

Nolan looked up at the gloomy sky over the snowfield; dawn was approaching.

Even in the Supreme Court, Asteria was the most formidable player in Nolan's memory. She was more cunning than Death, more vicious than the Night Mother, and more insidious than the Heavenly Father.

Otherwise, what's the fun in this betting game?

For the revolutionary army's allied soldiers, the phrase "living in dire straits" perfectly describes their predicament. They thought that the elemental fire summoned by His Highness the Holy Son would be the key to turning the tide of battle, but it turned out to be nothing more than a candle that was barely keeping them alive.

The burning castle, like a coffin, was firmly nailed shut by the iceberg formation. As the wind and snow intensified, the surrounding temperature dropped lower and lower, and the savage roars that rose and fell were more terrifying than the biting cold wind.

Now, they don't even have a chance to retreat...

If this continues, the legion's soldiers will freeze to death here before they can even be used. It would be better to charge out and confront the snowmen head-on.

"Curtis!"

Panini called out to the Berserker Princess, hoping to receive other instructions, but the valiant saintess simply gripped her battle axe and stared intently at the ball of light on the tower.

"I believe in His Highness!"

The witch, arriving in the dead of winter, murmured evil curses, freezing thousands of miles and sealing off the entire icy plain.