Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The vortex, like a spring in the sky, guides monsters from another world to invade the mortal realm, while endless waters from Neptune cascade like a waterfall into the tranquil lake.

Alinda sighed softly and said in a low voice, "Prepare for war."

The Water Spirit King's orders were relayed down through the guards, and the powerful sound of the magic harp alerted the entire city to be on alert. The elven civilians awoke as if from a dream, fleeing into their homes, trembling with fear.

Without a moment to catch their breath, the revolutionary soldiers on the White Front regrouped. Dozens of formations, though not small in size, were well-preserved in combat and quickly formed the first line of defense under the leadership of four Holy War Maidens.

However, no one who saw that white line advancing in the distance had any confidence whatsoever. Soon, the giant waves of Neptune would converge into a tsunami, easily breaking up their formation.

No legion could rival the sea creature soldiers in the water, and the high elves, with their low reproductive rate, were a weak force; even their fearless water spirit warriors numbered only a little over 100,000.

How to withstand the dragon beast army?

"Hopefully, His Holiness the Messiah will arrive in time."

The old scholar's body trembled slightly. The mutated dragon beast was completely irrational, and if it lost, none of the city's inhabitants would be spared.

The fleet of the Dragon Slayer Alliance was still sailing in the void. Such a massive legion was not like Heloise, which could appear at will.

Lockrean shook his head, having no hope for the Dragon Slayer Legion. The tide was swift and fleeting; now they could only rely on themselves.

The tranquil land is rich in water, which makes it easier for dragon tides to invade. Moreover, the water spirits are gentle and not good at fighting. If it were Lockrean, he would also choose them as the breakthrough point for the high elves.

A month ago, no one in the Council of Freedomwings and the High Elf Privy Council believed Heloise's alarmist claims. It was only thanks to the active efforts of the young master of the Astral Consortium that this cooperation was secured.

Even so, they still didn't have enough time. Getting marching orders through the federal high command was too slow, something the foolish Holy Son of mortals had become accustomed to.

But things are different now. Sariel has brought destruction to humanity; sometimes fate is just that strange...

Dark clouds obscured the sun, and rain blurred the view. A lone silver-haired girl stood gracefully on the lake, facing the approaching giant wave.

The Witch of Chaos appeared like a ghost at the front of the battle, her body dry and clean, as if even the rain wanted to avoid her. The saintesses did not realize when she had followed them and stared in astonishment.

A man rode up to the lake, showing no fear of the legendary witch. His hoarse voice, tinged with surprise, quipped, "Finally, I've met you! My sister-in-law is still as beautiful and charming as ever!"

Few people would joke with Nolan now. She rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Alicia has nothing to do with you."

Because of her fondness for Bowen, the beautiful goddess king didn't dislike this shameless kid; after all, who doesn't like Alicia?

Arnold wasn't embarrassed; his body beneath the armor was lean and his aura was much stronger.

"That's a real shame, but I'll work even harder to become Sagittarius's most outstanding suitor!"

With the Lord of the Golden Flower dead and the royal family of Iseran in constant strife, the once scheming and "spoiled" young man no longer needs to hide himself.

Nolan scoffed, "That is, surviving the dragon's jaws."

Now that the eldest sister is the Sagittarius Star Envoy, even if Arnold successfully ascends to the throne, there is still a considerable gap between the two. His Highness the Prince is still persistent, which is commendable.

Arnold has displayed astonishing talent on the White Front. Just by looking at the military insignia on his chest, one can tell that he holds a high position. His soul fluctuations at the peak of the Quasi-Saint level could break through to the Saint Realm at any time. As long as he successfully returns with military merits, he will surely become the most competitive candidate for the throne.

Clearly, His Highness has staked everything on the revolutionary army, standing shoulder to shoulder with His Highness the Holy Son and the Blue Shield King.

745. Cataclysmic Dragon Beast is evolving.

Not far behind Arnold was a saint who served him. He was an elite gladiator from the Royal Arena who had been ruthlessly abandoned by Dalton, but had now grown into an excellent officer.

Learu has dark, weathered skin and several scars on his face. He has a calm and resolute demeanor, and seems to have forged a strong friendship with Arnold on the treacherous northern battlefield, just like Roland and Bowen once were.

"Of course, only the dragon-slaying hero Arnold is worthy of being called the noble Apostle of the Stars!"

Arnold smiled proudly, raised his warhammer, and his soldiers immediately roared like thunder. The cold winds of the North could not defeat them, let alone a mere downpour!

Nolan hummed in response, a smile in his eyes as a greeting, before his gaze returned to the increasingly thick white line, his crimson pupils flashing with a cold light.

That wretched mother-in-law! The beautiful young goddess king didn't go looking for trouble with Banlan Valley first, but they came knocking on our door first.

Through the rain, the silver-haired girl's vision could not catch a glimpse of the magnificent city-state's summit, but she had reason to believe that Lockrean was smiling and not worried about failure at all.

Nolan gritted her teeth softly, somewhat unwilling, yet the domineering power hidden beneath her delicate exterior reveled in its euphoria, yearning for destruction and chaos.

Clearly, dealing with the traitor is a much higher priority than the ambiguous old grudges between the two god-kings.

The giant waves converged into a raging torrent with lightning speed, and as time and distance increased, their momentum multiplied, reaching a hundred-meter tsunami by the time they reached the watchtower outside the city.

Ocean tides are more threatening than icebergs because they are ubiquitous, bringing enemies to every corner, and once surrounded by tides, formations collapse.

The torrential rain made it impossible to hear military orders or the roar of the waves. Looking at the faintly visible, chilling sea creatures and ferocious dragon beasts, the human soldiers couldn't help but tremble. All they could do was shake off the water and grip their weapons tightly.

At this moment, the tense battlefield scene, on the verge of erupting, abruptly stopped, and the raindrops froze in mid-air.

Curtis roused himself, placed his right hand on his towering chest in salute to the divine messenger, and cleaved the earth with his giant axe. The explosion instantly jolted all the soldiers out of their fear.

Selene's figure floated from the city wall to above the army formation, a soft halo enveloping the ground formation, making it sacred and inviolable.

A rainbow of light wove a defensive barrier around her, and an elemental aura blessed everyone. The tangible energy ripples spread outwards, and her powerful spirit forcefully suppressed the restless water element in this space.

The Archbishop of Rainbow's golden mask was slightly cracked from the previous battle, and his Dragon Eye Staff was dull and lifeless, yet his aura was stronger than ever before.

This scene greatly inspired the legion's morale, and cheers erupted. The knights who followed His Highness the Holy Son acted as the vanguard in solemn prayers, constantly praising the glory of the Seven Luminaries.

Selene's eyes were icy cold. Her gaze suddenly swept over the silver-haired girl at the edge of the battlefield, scrutinized her carefully, and then shone with an even more dazzling light.

"Seven Luminaries Divine Art: Suppression!"

The Archbishop of Rainbow clasped his hands together, looked up at the sky and rebuked, revealing his fiery red hair beneath his divine robes.

Six rainbow beams of light descended from the sky, tearing through the dark clouds and guiding the goddess's will to reappear on earth, erecting a protective light wall before the devout!

boom!

A terrifying giant wave crashed into the wall of light, and a deafening roar resounded throughout the area. The rainbow light was extremely resilient, and the tide could not break through it for a time.

"Besides His Holiness the Pope, the Holy See actually has powerful individuals who have mastered divine arts."

The Water Spirit King gasped in surprise, glancing warily at Lockrean; they had underestimated humans.

Even though they were just a pack of stray dogs, they still possessed such astonishing combat power. If it weren't for the internal strife that directly affected the successive defeats on the dimensional battlefield, the descendants of the human queen, protected by the seven luminaries, would still be the rulers of the new era.

"Well......"

The Rainbow Archbishop's eyes flickered, wary and angry, as if he could see the Endless Sea King on the other side of the wormhole through the Azure Tide.

The trembling light screen indicated that Celimoni herself was not doing well either. Her ten fingers were so forceful that they almost pierced her pale skin, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath, stubbornly resisting the first wave of Neptune's attack.

Nolan was slightly taken aback, but her hesitation vanished in an instant. The annihilating aura emanating from her lips swirled around her delicate body, forming a chilling black armor.

This formidable woman's strength may not be inferior to Vivian's; the power of the Seven Luminaries Divine Arts is fully demonstrated in her, but this is still not enough to stop the Lord of the Source Water.

No one would let down the Archbishop's initiative. The real battle was about to begin, with the four Holy War Maidens leading their legions in three separate columns to stop the enemy from approaching the sacred lake near the elven capital.

The hexagonal light barrier struggled to block the surging waves, failing to stop the entire tide from invading. Dragon beasts and sea creature soldiers continued to break through the barrier and rush towards the human formation, taking advantage of the water flow.

The mutated dragons were like a group of strong, four-legged lizards, tireless and fearless, greedily attacking every living creature they saw.

A closer look at these monsters reveals an even more terrifying sight. Their protruding teeth and claws have completely eroded the noble elegance that dragons should possess. The cysts on their bellies and backs reek of poisonous miasma, undoubtedly thanks in no small part to the now-dead Cataclysmic Dragon Rider Commander.

Fortunately, this raiding force was not the main force, and its strength was far less than that of the catastrophe of the Star Festival. It also did not have any sea monsters or gem dragons to help it.

The Seven Luminaries Divine Art gave Alinda some confidence, and she immediately abandoned the foolish idea of ​​holding out and waiting for reinforcements. She took command of 200,000 elven city defense troops who were proficient in water manipulation and launched a pincer attack from both flanks to wipe out the sea creature soldiers and mutated dragon beasts on the outskirts.

The royal guards frequently relayed the elven scholars' orders to fill gaps in the battle lines, but the plane with such abundant water element was inherently advantageous to the invaders, and the swamps and wetlands, the allied forces' most powerful cavalry phalanx, were completely useless.

The two sides clashed head-on, and the Papal knights were thrown to the ground, almost one-sidedly. Ordinary spears and swords could not do any damage to the monster, which was comparable to a high-level magical beast.

Screams rose and fell, each fall of a dragon beast accompanied by the sacrifice of a dozen soldiers. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of soldiers were torn apart and devoured by the dragon beasts, and the tranquil waters of the peaceful land were gradually stained red with blood.

With the help of several saintesses and outstanding high-ranking officers, the revolutionary army formation barely managed to hold off wave after wave of catastrophic dragon beasts. Looking at the sky above, it was teetering on the brink of collapse.

Arlinda manipulated the flying bubbles to bind thousands of dragon beasts, but other monsters continued to advance one after another. Soon she realized that these monsters were different from those reported by the Dragon Slayer Legion.

"Wait a minute! The Cataclysmic Dragon Beast seems to have gotten even stronger!?"

Lockrean frowned and pondered, "The last time I saw this kind of monster, it was only a level 10 demon. Now its strength is comparable to an 11th-level Icefield Demon Bear. What's going on?"

746. A Terrifying Conclusion

The elven scholar adjusted his glasses, realizing it was the first time he had ever witnessed such a brutal battlefield. He could no longer remain calm and quickly came to a chilling conclusion.

"Behind them must be a dragon mother who grows ever stronger, and with each growth, her offspring undergo a transformation!"

"What!?"

His Highness the Holy Son and the Crimson Lotus King's pupils contracted slightly, both able to see the shock in each other's eyes. If this was true, then the dragon tide was far more terrifying than they had imagined.

If this continues, the dragon beast army will eventually become an unstoppable monster. We must kill that dragon mother as soon as possible!

Despite the Allied forces' valiant efforts, the defensive line continued to retreat. With each shrinking of the protective light barrier, countless mutated monsters would swarm out from the waves.

Worse still, the agate dragon egg, experimentally modified in the Sea King's Cave, is a war machine inherently carrying deadly poison. Its foul-smelling maw constantly spreads plague, and even a slight scratch from a broken armor can lead to severe infection and deterioration.

Dragons possess extremely high elemental resistance, so the barrage of projectiles provided by the arcane mage's array has little effect on them. Panini occasionally unleashes bursts of lava, which intertwine with Yero's firestorm and sweep across the wetlands, but are quickly extinguished by the water.

The tranquil land is a paradise for aquatic creatures, but also the worst battlefield for cavalry. Even warhorses are afraid of the waves and wander restlessly. Humanity's most powerful troops are completely useless here.

"Keep going!"

A resolute shout came from behind, and an elite royal army and a Grand Priest of the Privy Council joined the battle, accompanied by two young girls from the Holy Prince's side.

Sariel ultimately disobeyed Lockrean's orders, watching helplessly as her former comrades fell one after another. She leaped from her horse, her twin blades swirling as she assimilated the abundant water element with her icy bloodline.

Whoosh!

The biting cold wind instantly froze large areas of water, and the dense raindrops condensed into ice needles, which were incredibly deadly!

Faced with the surging waves of Neptune, the meager power of mortals was utterly ineffective. The souls of several Holy War Maidens scattered wildly and without reservation, yet the enemies remained endless.

Dark clouds once again obscured the clear sky, overshadowing the rainbow. Locke's heart sank. Selene's power was waning, and his authority had been wasted on the Ice Witch.

In the gloomy wilderness, a beam of moonlight suddenly appeared, piercing through the thick clouds and shining on the head of the Archbishop of Rainbow.

Selene's pupils contracted sharply. It was too late to resist. The gentle moonlight revealed a completely different, ferocious side to her, followed by terrifying waves of light.

Zzz-------!

Lockray's vision distorted, and wherever the moonlight's path reached, his vision blurred and compressed, crushing space into fragments. The resulting buzzing sound made everyone's eardrums ache.

A shattered golden mask fell from the sky, and the tall, fierce woman who had spoken so boldly was nowhere to be seen. In an instant, the protective barrier crumbled, and the six rainbow barriers shattered.

The elven scholar stared in disbelief, when suddenly he heard a soft, melodious murmur coming from above, like whispers or the chirping of insects.