Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The horns thundered, and the Snowmen immediately launched a fierce attack. Regardless of casualties and costs, the Demon Bear Knights and the Barbarian army swooped down on the ice mountain and charged into the sea of ​​fire, engaging the human soldiers in a fierce battle.

The north wind howled, and the polar yeti launched a series of powerful attacks to extinguish the divine fire. The castle was in dire straits, and the battle lines were torn apart.

There was only one consequence for staying here: the remaining soldiers, no matter how unwilling, had to retreat with the army. Large legions maintained a defensive posture and passed through the portal in an orderly manner.

As more and more soldiers were safely evacuated, the pressure on those remaining increased, and many powerful officers and lords volunteered to stay behind to buy time.

The damaged southern city walls were held up by only the Berserker Princess, who fought against countless warlike Snow People. The Zero Snow Guards were held back by the Rainbow Archbishop, but the battle line was compressed to the city hall.

The corpses piled up like mountains at the city gates. The crazed barbarians carved a path with their blood, their bodies ablaze yet they charged forward fearlessly, a sight that chilled the heart.

As time went by, the divine fire gradually died out, unable to withstand the Yeti's terrifying offensive.

Sariel knew that if he didn't run now, he would never have another chance. He decisively grabbed the teetering Lockrean and jumped off the tower, leaping across the battlefield and sprinting toward the portal.

The human race had less than 100,000 men left, forming a square shield wall formation. The old city lord, with his gray hair, personally led the front line, raising the dark blue lilac banner high and fighting valiantly. Beside him were his thousand personal guards, seemingly determined to live and die with his city.

The fighting was everywhere. A dozen ghosts appeared, abandoning the Archbishop of Rainbow and chasing after Sariel, revealing their cold, sharp blades.

"You can't leave! You can't leave!"

The puppet gods all let out a mournful cry, as if conveying the voice of a distant goddess. Who knows when they would have to wait to see this body with its cold blood flowing through it again?

"Nonsense... This is utter nonsense!"

Above the city, a mysterious woman wearing a golden mask was furious. She bit her lip, took a scroll from her waist, and traced the bloodstain on her lip with her fingertips, inscribing elemental runes onto the expensive medium.

The Sanctuary Assassins were reapers on the battlefield; all the high-ranking officers who tried to come to their aid were killed in one blow. Zero Snow Guards were unstoppable and quickly caught up with Sariel.

The fleeing saintess thought they were chasing the saintess, so she didn't dare to turn around. Just as she was trembling with fear, a rainbow suddenly appeared before her eyes.

At this point, the twelve segments and forty-eight syllables were finally chanted, and the Rainbow Archbishop's forbidden incantation erupted in response.

"Seven Luminaries Divine Art - Annihilation!"

Seven-colored light poured into the masked woman's tall figure, making her eyes burn like fire and radiating terrifying waves, surpassing the pinnacle of the extraordinary.

The woman's gaze shifted, and two beams of rainbow light shot out and swept across, their powerful momentum splitting the city wall and melting even the distant iceberg!

The three puppet divine messengers were instantly vaporized the moment they touched the rainbow light. Within the Rainbow Archbishop's sight, hundreds of thousands of Snow Citizens vanished. This is how terrifying an apostle who has mastered divine magic can be.

Having done all this, the masked woman seemed to have all her strength drained away. She slowly floated to the ground and retreated into the portal.

As the Snow Guards continued their pursuit, their vision was suddenly blurred by the sky full of bubbles. Someone had woven the Water Spirit into another illusion and presented it to the Snow People.

In the blink of an eye, the chaotic battlefield of ice and snow instantly turned into a boiling inferno. The originally crumbling castle disappeared and was replaced by an erupting volcano, with thick smoke billowing and sparks flying all over the battlefield.

"phantom!"

Matilda looked on with disdain, but was helpless. Her entire soul was focused on controlling the snowman, and she was powerless to break the advanced spells that the Water Spirit King was known for.

But others could feel the heat emanating from their feet with such real intensity. The northern soldiers were also struggling to withstand the scorching battlefield. The unbearable heat caused their once-unstoppable advance to halt due to panic.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the remaining soldiers and officers, protected by several saintesses, passed through the portal; Curtis was the last.

After another head-on collision with Oro, the battered Berserker Princess raised her battle axe and charged into the passage in the last second before it was about to dissipate. The equally wounded Warrior wanted to give chase, but his twitching legs refused, and he could only roar in frustration.

743. Rushing to the battlefield

These few minutes were crucial for the Revolutionary Army. When the illusion disappeared, the humans had vanished, leaving only the fallen corpses of both sides to tell the story of the cruelty of the interdimensional war.

With the White Front breached and the Blue Shield Province within reach, the Ice Witch showed no joy, remaining as cold as ice.

The castle left behind a large number of clear spatial ripples. They could have easily chased after the coordinates and attacked, but they would have faced both the Water Spirit Royal Court and the Holy Alliance at the same time, and it would have consumed a lot of energy. Only a fool would do that.

The next battle, however, had nothing to do with Xuemin.

At this moment, the silver-haired girl sitting in the void clapped her hands, observing coldly from beginning to end.

In this round, Lady Luck was on Lockrean's side. Heloise finally persuaded the Free Federation and the Elven Court, saving these poor fellows in time.

The bubbles led the human officers into another world, but it was too early to say they were saved, because the Revolutionary Army had no idea what kind of monsters awaited them on the other side of the portal.

The High Elf's abode, a magnificent palace, floats between the clear sky and the azure lake, powered by an advanced magic crystal engine. The water city, like a giant tree, draws nourishment from the water, its branches and leaves stretching out countless veins, connecting the various districts through magical bridges.

The exquisite, fluid architecture is full of elfin elegance, bustling yet not noisy, but this tranquility is now disturbed by frequent spatial fluctuations.

Beside the magic crystal tower at the very top of the main city, three graceful women with different expressions stood out. Two of them were noble elven royalty, quietly watching a group of foreign visitors intrude into their homeland. The third was a descendant of the Holy Alliance's human queen.

His Highness abandoned the city and resolutely led his subordinates to the tranquil land, the territory of the Water Spirit Royal Court, a rich water town teeming with elements. Bays and lakes occupy most of the plane, with land accounting for less than one-tenth.

This tranquil place is a peaceful paradise for water spirits, far from the hustle and bustle of the world. The lakes, large and small, look like sapphires when viewed from the mountains, and are strung together by a series of narrow streams to form a world treasure that is breathtaking.

Even during the special period when the seven kings were vying for control of the Void Mark, the peace-loving water spirits did not join the battle. But now, the tide of dragons is sweeping across all realms, and the dimensional battles launched by the sea race and the dragon race have made life unbearable for the people of all races.

The Water Elf Queen was dressed in a soft green gauze, her full curves infinitely alluring, but her face was full of worry. She paid no attention to the bewildered human soldiers, but stared blankly at the dark sky in the distance.

Dark clouds are gathering, a thunderstorm is imminent. Could Heroine's judgment be correct...?

"Lady Arlinda, did we expend so much magic crystals and Privy Council crystals just to rescue the human race's stray dogs?"

Beside the Elf King was a middle-aged scholar wearing glasses, of equally noble status. As the lord of the Tranquil Land, even the Crimson Lotus King did not change his arrogant tone.

The Elf King didn't speak, but gently shook her head. She hoped that Heloise was wrong. How dare the dragons invade the Seven Kingdoms at this time? Why should the Valley of Splendor and the Sea Throne make enemies on all sides?

But if Heloise is right, then the water spirits, lacking in combat power, are simply unable to withstand the tide of dragons and will inevitably lose their home and suffer heavy casualties, which is something Arlinda cannot accept.

Heroines raised an eyebrow but didn't make a sound. She stretched while smoking her silver pipe, and her smart military uniform jacket fell off her shoulder and was caught by her attendant.

"Don't forget that the dragon-slaying hero who killed the Dark-Covered Dragon King at the Star Festival was also human."

The city lord shrugged, his gaze disdainful.

How can a lowly race that cannot even defend its own homeland be considered reinforcements? If the dragon tide descends, the revolutionary army that was defeated by the Snowmen will also be buried with them.

However, if Her Majesty the Queen's close friend were also there... it would certainly be a lot more reassuring.

The elven scholar shuddered as he recalled the witch's allure, never imagining that His Highness would be so determined, abandoning the internal strife of the Holy Alliance to join forces against the Valley of Splendor.

Numerous soldiers landed one after another on the lush green grass of the water city. The blood-soaked warriors of the white front had not seen spring for a long time. They plucked a few blades of grass, their eyes glazed over, still unable to believe that they had just escaped a deadly predicament.

Pfft!

Sariel and Lockrean fell into the pond. The fleeing saintess gasped for breath and breathed a sigh of relief when she turned around and found no Zero Snow Guards.

A tall woman descended from the sky; it was none other than the Archbishop of Rainbow, wearing a golden mask. Without any hesitation, she grabbed the Holy Son by the collar, giving him no chance to breathe, and coldly demanded, "Lochryn, you owe us all a reasonable explanation!"

Lockrean coughed twice, his battle with the Ice Witch had left him extremely weak, and said helplessly, "I will, but we must wait until we return in triumph. Lady Celimoni, please have some faith in me, okay?"

"A triumphant return!?"

Archbishop Celimoni of the Rainbow suppressed her anger and looked around, only to see a group of harmless, handsome elves gathered to the side, pointing and whispering.

Looking further into the distance, thunder and lightning crackled in the sky. The excessive concentration of water element shrouded the already humid water city in a layer of mist. This was the signal for Neptune's attack; without the tides, the sea creature soldiers could go nowhere.

A sudden sense of dread washed over Selene. She gritted her teeth, wishing she could strangle this hypocritical brat on the spot.

"Hiss... A tide of dragons? How dare you! How long do you intend to deceive us?!"

Apart from the Blue Shield King, the Crimson Lotus King, and Nolan who arrived last, Lockrean did not tell anyone about this "treasonous" plan; several Holy War Maidens and the Rainbow Archbishop were kept in the dark.

The other officers and saints who had come under their patronage felt their scalps tingle upon hearing this, realizing that they had just escaped the perilous iceberg only to fall into the jaws of a dragon, and that an unprecedented enemy was about to arrive.

Lockrean, brimming with confidence and still smiling, said, "That's right, the Water Spirit Royal Court's assistance comes at a price. The Revolutionary Army will join the Dragon Slayer Warrior Legion here, fighting alongside the Seven Royal Courts and the Free Federation to crush the dragon tide!"

"what!?"

Panini rolled her eyes and almost fainted.

They haven't even sorted out their own family affairs yet, and they're already dragging their families to fight for others. If things go wrong, the Holy Alliance might just perish.

Is this something a human being could do?

Yero and Halennar exchanged a glance, their lips twitching as well. The situation hadn't improved at all; their opponents had changed from barbarians to even more terrifying dragons!

They had just fought a bloody battle, lost the white front, and were too busy to help others defend their homes, let alone return in triumph.

Given the current state of the human race, an ordinary victory is no longer enough to save the Holy Alliance, and only Lockrean has the courage to seek a way out of this desperate situation.

744. My sister-in-law is still so beautiful and charming.

His Highness took a deep breath, and the radiance of the divine scripture once again shone into the sky, calling upon all soldiers with a firm yet gentle voice.

"My friends, it is not time to rest yet. If you are still willing to believe in me and in our goddess, then please join me in witnessing the future of the Holy Alliance. Dragons and demons alike, all enemies that stand in our way will be defeated. The Seven Luminaries will be immortal!"

"Seven rays of immortality!"

Curtis raised her battle axe and was the first to respond, her faith in Lockrean so fanatical and blind that she would go all out regardless of who her opponent was.

The gentle words contained hidden spiritual magic, which invigorated the disheveled and exhausted human soldiers. The scattered soldiers quickly reported and regrouped, forming a new square formation.

That being said, Lockrean didn't actually expect the Revolutionary Army to perform exceptionally well. The Savage Beast Territory had already suffered heavy losses against the Dragon Beast Legion, let alone the weakened humans.

The only certainty His Highness is that the Dragon Slayer Legion will win today, and the Holy Alliance will win.

Importantly, when the Dragon Slayer Legion arrives on the battlefield, the humans must stand here, on the same side as the High Elves and the Free Men, so that everyone can see the price the Revolutionary Army has paid and its sincerity.

"Hmph! Remember your words. If I find out you're lying again, I'll personally squeeze your balls out!"

This little trick failed to fool Selene. She raised her staff with a cold smile, her demeanor devoid of the solemnity expected of a divine messenger, instead displaying extreme ferocity. She was trying her best to restore her soul before the enemy arrived, as the divine magic she had used earlier had consumed an enormous amount of energy.

Locke Ryan nodded with a wry smile, but couldn't find the figure he wanted to see among the many survivors. After a moment of contemplation, he asked Bella to help him reunite with the Crimson Lotus King.

The water sprites were introverted and shy. Most of the people in the city were unarmed elven civilians, and they rarely even saw other races. Today, with so many humans suddenly appearing, they were inevitably nervous and hid to the side, pointing and whispering.

The royal guards on the city walls stood ready, but did not stop the human soldiers, allowing Lockrean to enter the palace. They were waiting for an even more terrifying enemy.

Boom!

A flash of light appeared in the distance, followed by a thunderclap a few seconds later, as the dark clouds looming high in the sky drew ever closer.

A torrential downpour suddenly descended, soaking everyone to the bone. The water sprites, unaware of the truth, all looked up to the sky and prayed, regarding the rain as a gift from the World Tree.

The Holy Son arrived at the Elf King's side and exchanged a glance with the Crimson Lotus King. Before he could express his gratitude, the rain cloud suddenly contracted, forming a huge vortex.

The elven scholar's expression changed. Without even glancing at the deserters behind him, he said in a trembling voice, "They've really come!"

The city lord of the Tranquil Lands spoke with a mixture of shock and anger, never imagining that the Valley of Splendor and the Sea Throne would be so audacious as to use this place as the first breakthrough point for the Seven Great Courts.

Over the past year, the Dragon Tide has become a nightmare for the middle realms. The tide of Neptune was the first sign of disaster, and many city-states, like Rhine City, have been submerged and fallen into silence.