Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

King Mobius felt the pressure from the giant hand above his head, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat, explaining in a trembling voice.

"No! This is slander! I swear in the name of my ancestors that Iron Town has always been loyal to you alone!"

"That's good."

Caliban withdrew his hand and did not pursue the matter. It wasn't that he acknowledged the nameless ancestor of these lowly creatures, but rather that time was of the essence.

The fact that the Iron Dragon Rider Commander personally rose to greet Lockrean was also meant to give a warning to the Lord of Iron Town. Mobik had been trading with various beast packs and dragon rider legions for many years, which was why he had been able to stand firm in the wilderness. No one would truly believe in his loyalty.

Selene and Heloise exchanged a glance, realizing that this strange diplomatic journey was not simple at all, as the names of the Vicious Dragon Rider Commander and the Molten Dragon Rider Commander appeared one after another.

Lockrean suddenly remembered something and asked, "Oh right, we have another companion..."

"It's Miss Curtis, isn't it? She's doing well. You'll meet her soon. I happened to run into the Saintess in trouble when I arrived. She's as strong and beautiful as ever, and she's captivating."

Caliban's attraction to powerful women is undisguised, purely driven by the primitive concept of the survival of the fittest, and is not mixed with evil desires.

The group fell silent, inevitably surprised that the Steel Dragon Knight had managed to restrain Curtis, the most powerful of the twelve Holy War Maidens, without their knowledge.

The group followed Caliban away from the Golden Castle, expecting to return to the surface via a rail train, but a strong wind was heard in the darkness.

Dozens of fully armed dragons descended into the pit under the knight's command. Each one was a fully armored aerial beast, as big as three adult griffins, and their ferocious appearance was terrifying.

Lockrean and his companions ascended into the air aboard the steel dragons, passing through a hidden rift to the ground. Their piercing roars resonated across the landscape, and thousands of steel dragon riders loyal to Caliban were already waiting at the nearby camp.

Queen Crimson leaped off the dragon, her face pale from the brief ride, as if she were thinking of her old lover who had died at Pompey's hands.

"Your Majesty Heroise, do not worry. Your enemy is also my enemy. This time, I will make sure Pompey dies a horrible death!"

Caliban smirked, keenly noticing this, and tried to provoke the Empress's anger.

"that would be great."

The Crimson Lotus Queen's smile was eerie; only she and her little darling knew that the real Pompey was long gone.

Nolan smiled, looking at Lockrean with a meaningful gaze. Lockrean wasn't the only one with allies here; this journey was bound to be very exciting.

A masked man dressed as a sorcerer in a gray robe silently approached Caliban, whispered a few words to him, and coughed incessantly as if he had suffered a minor injury.

"Okay."

Caliban raised his hand in a gesture of relief, and the sorcerer breathed a sigh of relief and began chanting a spell.

The space around the camp distorted, and a tall woman, wielding a battle axe, leaped out angrily. Her adventurer's cloak was tattered, revealing large expanses of her sexy, tanned skin.

762. Longmian Volcano

Curtis roared upon seeing the sorcerer, channeling his extraordinary power into a gray storm that instantly blew away several war dragons, though Lockrean intervened in time.

"Huh? What are you all doing here? Uh, I'm sorry, Your Highness, I..."

Curtis lowered her head in shame, looking at Caliban with suspicion and uncertainty. She hadn't even had a chance to report the bad news of encountering the Iron Dragon Riders when she discovered that His Highness the Holy Son was traveling with them.

That masked sorcerer was a rare Prayer class, with bizarre laws; he wasn't particularly powerful, but he was quite annoying.

They would banish people to cliffs and throw them into lava fields, completely avoiding a direct confrontation with Curtis, which wasted a lot of time.

Lockrean waved his hand, took off his cloak and covered the valiant saintess with it, and smiled, "It's alright, Prince Caliban is the person we're looking for, it's all a misunderstanding."

"Yes, ma'am."

Curtis glanced at the others, and although shocked, she didn't ask any questions. She silently returned to her group; perhaps her blind loyalty was what made her endearing.

Without further ado, Caliban took a deep breath and gave the order.

"Iron Dragon Riders... Retreat! We're heading back to Dragonslumber Volcano!"

Thousands of elite dragon riders responded, taking to the skies with their beloved mounts and forming a blade-wing formation to protect their commander. They were well-trained and disciplined.

Heloise and Selene sighed softly and mounted the dragons assigned to them by Caliban. They were inexplicably uneasy about the unknown future, as cooperating with Caliban meant that there was no turning back.

Now that things have come to this, it's unrealistic to refuse the Iron Dragon Knights Commander. A mere million-strong revolutionary army is utterly powerless against the Obsidian Empire, and even returning home independently would be difficult.

Lockray seems confident in getting involved in the struggle for imperial power, or perhaps he has a very high opinion of this half-giant prince.

Before Lula was taken prisoner, no one believed that the defeated White Front could withstand the dragon tide. Recalling the miracle the witch had created once again, Lord Crimson was somewhat relieved. Fortunately, she was not alone on this journey.

Curtis refused his own powerful dragon and rode alongside Lockrean, still not letting his guard down against his former enemy.

Caliban smiled, glanced at the puppet black knight following Nolan, and finding nothing amiss, stopped paying attention.

With a deafening roar, a colossal creature swooped down from the sky at incredible speed. The swift black shadow let out a piercing cheer as it pounced on the dragon rider commander.

The dragoons, having no sense of direction and accustomed to it, watched as the dark figure circled above Caliban once before crashing to the ground, its massive head nuzzling its master.

It was a fully grown gem dragon, its back covered with black crystalline thorns and sharp spikes, equipped with fine armor, and even its claws and teeth were made of steel, having undergone comprehensive and in-depth modifications.

The people of the Obsidian Dragon King...

The dragon mother, imprisoned in the armor, dimmed her eyes at the sight, a look of indescribable desolation in her eyes. The dragons of the Obsidian Empire were no different from magical beasts, having been completely tamed by the giants.

Caliban stroked the dragon's head, extended his hand to the silver-haired girl who was lagging behind, and extended a warm invitation, "The journey to Dragonsleep Mountain City is long. Would I have the honor of riding with Miss Invincible? Steelwing would surely be very happy."

Nolan merely glanced at the obsidian dragon, and the sacred dragon immediately shrank its wings, trembling with unease, and lowered its head even further.

"No need, I brought my mount, and besides, it wouldn't dare to carry me. Come on out."

Caliban turned around unexpectedly, and a purple light flashed in the eyes of the Black Knight, who had always been used as a puppet and substitute, before melting into an aura of annihilation.

The towering armor instantly disintegrated and vanished, revealing a... woman hidden within?

A graceful figure dressed in a moon-white gauze dress was released from the prison and landed on the ground. The giant horns and crystal tail are unique features of the gem dragon race, but what is most eye-catching is the beautiful face of the mysterious dragon.

"Moonstone Dragon Mother!?"

Caliban's expression changed several times, and he took a few steps back, clearly frightened by the girl's spoils.

Lula gritted her teeth, a blush rising to her cheeks, and said in shame and indignation, "How much further are you going to humiliate me?!"

"That depends on your attitude. It would be better to fly with me for a while than to be enslaved by giants or locked in a void prison. What do you think?"

Nolan blinked, not minding at all about locking Lula up again.

"Humph!"

The Moonstone Dragon Mother felt a chill as she recalled her encounter within the Invincible's body. With a helpless sigh, she transformed into her beautiful form amidst a roar, lowered her noble head, and allowed the girl to step onto her smooth back.

The Iron Dragon Riders were dumbfounded, some of them losing control of their mounts. The dragon formation was thrown into chaos, and the mere pressure emanating from the Dragon Mother made it difficult for them to breathe.

Steelwing also stepped back in awe, and Caliban had no choice but to let Nolan fly ahead, saying with a wry smile, "You always manage to surprise me. I never thought even she would be conquered by you. It seems the Dragon Tide isn't so scary after all."

Nolan smiled without saying a word. The Obsidian Empire was a huge problem. Once the Splendid Valley found an opportunity, they would launch a full-scale attack to wipe out their hateful enemy in one fell swoop.

As it turns out, the "king" chosen by Dream Salon is gradually revealing his potential value and shining with unprecedented brilliance.

Nolan gave Lockrean a malicious smile, and Lockrean returned a friendly smile, seemingly unaware of the murderous intent lurking within.

Caliban was a formidable foe, far more threatening than the likes of Dalton. He was far superior to Pompey in both character and wisdom, which explains why the other adopted sons of the Obsidian Emperor could not defeat him.

In contrast, the disgraced Prince fell far short of the wealthy women's expectations, and his status in the Dream Salon continued to decline.

This is exactly what the Lord of Chaos envisioned and saw: a desperate, fallen god-king who had lost his divine position and become a beast of burden in purgatory. No matter what method this bitch wanted to use to turn the tables, Nolan would never let her succeed.

As long as the Holy Alliance falls apart, the beautiful goddess king is guaranteed to win!

Teleportation arrays had been prepared outside the Dragon Rider camp to facilitate the prince's return to the capital. The knights traversed the path of light, made several spatial jumps, and successfully entered the country using the Iron Dragon Rider insignia, requisitioning the spatial base of the main city's military base.

The journey across dimensions was tedious and monotonous, and this imperial journey did not have much time to stop. Caliban was very cautious in his itinerary, and did not pass through the territories of other dragon rider commanders from beginning to end. He would rather waste some time and money to take a detour than be ambushed at the end of the space tunnel by someone with ulterior motives.

After several twists and turns, the Flying Dragon Legion finally arrived deep within the Obsidian Empire, in the scorching land of the northern wilderness, where a towering mountain appeared before them.

"This is Longmian Volcano?"

Selene looked amazed. Although she had heard about it countless times, seeing it with her own eyes was a completely different story.

763. Kingdom of Giants

The dragon knight leaped over the rocky forest and headed towards the distant mountains. Looking around, the surrounding yellowish landscape was all part of the mountain range, with sparse vegetation, scarce water, and extremely hot air.

The entire plane where the Obsidian Royal Capital is located is a massive active volcano, with peaks reaching the clouds and deep rocks penetrating underground, from which magma and fire erupt from the scorched earth veins from time to time.

The Obsidian Empire is one of the few powerful forces that can dominate the High Plane as their habitat. The Dragonsleep Volcano is the core area where the imperial capital is located. The abundant earth and fire elements there are even higher than in the Prime Plane, which will make the training of the corresponding class twice as effective.

Legend has it that the Obsidian Dragon King slumbers in the deep lava, absorbing the fiery essence of the highest plane to continuously strengthen itself.

As you fly up the mountain, you can see a ring of rock suspended at the top of the volcano, with a deep red copper band that shines brightly in the sunlight, like a metal crown.

"This is probably the first time you've all been guests in the capital. This is the palace of my father, Black Flame Fortress."

Caliban tried his best to get close to Nolan, but Steelwing was unusually afraid of Lula. He pointed to the Cloud Crown with pride in his voice.

His Highness praised, "Indeed magnificent."

"So high? Do all the people of the empire fly?"

Herois stroked her chin thoughtfully. Unlike the Wheeler Giants, the Nash Giants preferred to conquer peaks.

Caliban shook his head and said, "Of course not. Only the most outstanding imperial warriors are qualified to become dragon knights. Dragonsleep Mountain City is built around the mountain and must be far away from the tremor of the earth's core, but we dare not get too close to the crater. As for the capital city, we will be there soon."

Selene and Curtis squinted, looking puzzled. Even with the eyesight of two extraordinary sages, they couldn't see the city-state that the prince had mentioned.

The Longmian Volcano is known for its terrifying altitude, making the surrounding peaks and ridges seem like an extension of it. It appears close at first glance, but it took several hours of flying to get close enough.

After getting close to the black soil of the mountainside, the Dragon Cavalry did not continue to climb. Instead, they contracted their formation and flew low over a grove of barren trees, seemingly to avoid being observed from above.

Lockrean only felt the heat at first, then the weather gradually cooled down, and after a while it became quite cold, with the temperature dropping sharply below zero.

"The natural laws of the highest plane are unpredictable; sometimes the seasons change several times a day. You'll get used to it."

As the group drew closer to the imperial capital, Caliban's expression grew increasingly solemn. He lightly swiped his wristband to activate the inner armor, ready to engage in battle as a demon knight at any moment.

After passing through the desolate forest, the guests from afar finally saw the so-called city of giants. It was hidden on the ridge behind the volcano, where it was not easily eroded by lava. Further up, the peaks were covered with snow, presenting two extremes with the scorching interior.

From this angle, one can vaguely see a menacing tower with a black flag hanging above it. Within the range of the royal flag lies the Obsidian Royal Capital. Countless black dots swirl and roar in the sky, and tamed sub-dragons can be seen everywhere here.

The Nash Giants' kingdom has a peculiar structure. Instead of a well-organized system for dividing streets and districts, rows of domed fortresses are stacked tightly together, resembling colorful dragon scales inlaid on the mountainside and covering the back of the volcano when viewed from the sky.

Rather than a main city, Dragon Sleep Mountain City is more like a nest. The steep mountain ridge has no foothold, and both sides are smooth cliffs with no bottom. Only flying dragons would build their nests here.

To the people of the empire, Dragonsleep Volcano is a giant dragon carrying a black flag, conquering all realms, and they are the great knights on its back.