Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Lula slowly landed on the pilgrimage terrace on the south side of the ruins. Her massive body maintained a defensive posture, appearing extremely tense. She hadn't seen that man for a very, very long time, nor had she seen the traitor Obsidian Dragon King.

“I’m sorry, only she can go in. You can disobey as you please. You know how much Father 'dotes' the Gem Dragon.”

Julia and the Shadow Dragon hovered in the air, neither intending to accompany them nor bothering to stop them.

Lula let out a low growl, and after weighing her options, she stopped, transforming into human form with an icy expression.

Nolan jumped off the dragon's back and looked around for a while. This ancient temple gave people the illusion that they had shrunk, and even the extinguished braziers outside the temple were unreachable.

The silver-haired girl tore off her frost-covered cloak, took two steps, then turned back to look at Julia and smiled, "One last question: why didn't he just have Caliban bring me here? I thought you were the most disappointing child in the family."

Among the five dragon rider legions, the Iron Dragon Riders, with their illustrious war record, are undoubtedly the Empire's number one, followed closely by the Molten Dragon Riders and the Ice Blade Dragon Riders. In comparison, the Cataclysmic Dragon Riders and the Vicious Dragon Riders are much weaker.

"what!?"

The spider demon girl's lips twitched, feeling strongly offended, and she roared in protest along with Ailong.

“You seem to have misunderstood something. Emperor Harrison is the most just and also the most ruthless king. He sent me here because he didn’t want a monster like you to interfere in the competition among the dragon knight commanders, and I have no interest in the throne!”

"Is it a lack of interest or a lack of ability?"

Nolan blinked, his sarcastic tone infuriating the vicious dragon rider commander, who stood on the dragon's back, gesturing wildly.

"Bullshit! A guy like Caliban can be... Hmph, don't try to trick me into saying anything more. I'll forgive you this time. Speaking of which, I haven't thanked you for helping me piece my territory back together. The great Spider Demon Mother will eventually return to the abyss!"

Julia grinned, sticking out her scarlet tongue, which was inscribed with demonic runes. The will of an evil god was parasitizing her body, and she might truly be the only commander who did not want to rule the Obsidian Empire.

"That doesn't seem to be your territory."

Thinking of that voluptuous and alluring demon lord, Nolan subconsciously licked his dry lips. The bottomless abyss is reshaping the higher plane, and the demons will inevitably become even stronger after this period of dormancy.

"It will happen soon. Sion can't stop me, and neither can Serantia!"

Julia laughed heartily, waved goodbye, and left with an air of confidence; her single-mindedness couldn't hide a single thought.

The temple was empty and desolate, situated between the line between day and night, sometimes scorching hot, sometimes chilly. Half of the ruins were shrouded in darkness, while the other half was bathed in light. Truth was being played out in different forms at the summit of Dragon's Rest.

The interior of the fortress was filled with a massive amount of black crystals, as if some kind of plague was spreading and infecting the walls, covering the ancient stone carvings, and each crystal cluster exuded a scorching and dangerous aura.

After circling the passage, Nolan found the long-sealed entrance. The two massive black stone doors in front of him seemed to have been prepared for ancient giants, and only Jing Shuang did not find them out of place.

A human could easily squeeze through the crack in the door, but Nolan certainly wouldn't do that. He placed his small hand on the black door and gently pushed it open.

boom!

With a "wailing" sound, the giant gate cracked open, spewing out thick smoke and scorching flames, instantly blackening the girl's face.

"Well."

Nolan covered her mouth and nose, waving as she walked in; she could feel that she was very close to the volcano's maw.

The door hadn't been opened for who knows how long. It vibrated and hummed with tremendous force. Stone dust, which was nothing more than dust to the giant, shattered into pieces as if it had hit a nail on the girl's tiny head.

766. The Peak of Dragon's Rest

Nolan was covered in soot and his silver hair was dull, like a refugee who had just escaped from a collapsed mine. His traveler's clothes were also washed away by the high temperature, and his beautiful body was exposed to the scorching heat of the fireworks.

Buzz------

A dazzling halo suddenly erupted, and the enraged witch donned a silver robe, her diamond form absorbing the heat wave and turning into fiery crystals.

Deep within the fortress was an ancient forge, its core fueled by the constant gushing fire from the Dragon Sleep Volcano, burning for as long as it had been abandoned.

Dozens of huge braziers were placed around the large forge, and the broken floor tiles still showed faint traces of runes and elemental magic arrays that were once engraved there.

The volcano's massive crater was ablaze with white flames, radiating an unusual and peculiar power. The closer one got, the hotter it became; even a saint who dared to trespass would be swallowed by the intense heat.

The girl walked step by step toward the furnace, completely unaffected by the heatwave. She only wanted to stand atop the mountain and glance down to see if there really was a dragon sleeping inside.

Before Nolan could curiously peek out, a deep voice suddenly came from the other side.

"You don't seem scared at all."

The scorching white flames distorted the air, even space itself. Nolan squinted and finally saw the man.

Separated by the volcanic crater, the two dragon knights, standing at the pinnacle of the middle realms, silently gazed at each other, neither of them having expected to meet in this way.

Despite being just a frail body of flesh and blood, Nolan felt as if he were facing an ancient behemoth crawling on the ground, emanating the same oppressive aura as that of a dragon.

Shaking his head again, Nolan's vision was still only of that ugly, black-haired man, sitting in the middle of a patch of obsidian crystals, his naked body making the scene even more eerie.

Obsidian Emperor was much younger than expected, with a lean and well-proportioned physique and perfectly defined muscle lines, as if meticulously sculpted by a craftsman. For a giant like Nash, he was quite short, even shorter than Pompeii.

Yet this unassuming little giant built a powerful empire under his feet, dominating the Lawful Order with fear and becoming the overlord of the wilderness.

"Most people are afraid when they see me."

The man reiterated, his expression indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about his rude behavior; half of his body appeared in the daytime, the other half hidden in the night.

Nolan's heart rate quickened slightly. Within a range of less than a hundred meters, he finally felt the strange pressure that suppressed all the creatures that had reached the summit. The mere presence of this man made it difficult for weaker creatures to get close.

"They are just afraid of death, a deep-rooted instinct of fear that death bestows upon everyone."

The girl gently shook her head, her fingertips tracing the incandescent heat, feeling the temperature of the mountain.

The man paused, then nodded in agreement: "That's right. What they truly fear isn't me, but another cold, hopeless world. Some say life is a gift from the Father to mortals, while death is a curse cast by the Night Mother. We should have been granted eternal life like the gods..."

A hint of confusion flashed in the Black King's eyes. He seemed to be quite familiar with the land of the dead, and a strange feeling arose in Nolan's heart.

"You... have seen another world?"

"Countless times."

Emperor Harrison looked lost and placed his right hand on his heart. This seemingly insignificant action caused Nolan's pupils to shrink slightly, as he couldn't hear any heartbeat or sense any of the vigorous life force that a strong person should possess.

Evil spirits!?

The terrifying idea was immediately rejected by the beautiful goddess king; Harrison's body was vibrant and strong, a stark contrast to the lifeless one.

If the leader of the Obsidian Empire were a dead man, that would be terrifying. But this man seems to have truly transcended the life system that binds mortals and is "living" in another way.

Nolan's hair stood on end. This was the first time since his birth that he had been so utterly shocked. Standing before him was an extraordinary creature beyond the comprehension of the Lord of Chaos!

Emperor Harrison rose from the crystal steps that could hardly be called a throne and walked step by step toward Nolan, looking rather like a glutton.

"In any case, now that you're here, you're not leaving. Daughter of the God of Hunting... let me see your true colors!"

In an instant, a pure black flame enveloped the Black King's body, shaping it into obsidian armor. His arms were covered in ferocious spikes, and his back was covered in crystalline thorns. The rolling volcanic heat waves were all absorbed by that man.

All that trouble just to fight?

Nolan covered his eyes, twitched the corner of his mouth, and thought something serious had happened, but it turned out to be another battle maniac.

Harrison's soul energy surged dozens of times in an instant, completely overwhelming the isolated and helpless witch diamond form. Its dazzling brilliance overshadowed the flames of the forge, but even so, it could not withstand Harrison's aura, and cracks appeared on its hard skin from the heat.

"Not nearly enough!"

Obsidian Emperor shattered the floor tiles with a single stomp, unleashing a roaring, surging triple black flames that whipped up a terrifying storm.

Nolan sensed danger; his feet left two deep scratches on the ground, and he was pushed several meters away.

Click!

The silver halo dimmed, the diamond shape shattered, and dark night ink surged from beneath the stripped-off glittering silver garment. The raging storm was extinguished upon touching the black water.

The Great Forge, situated on the boundary between day and night, was now shrouded in darkness, plunged into the inky night, and even the incandescent light of the Dragon Sleep Mountain Fire had been stripped away by the Divine Hunter.

Finally, Emperor Harrison nodded in satisfaction, his purple eyes, brimming with fighting spirit, gleaming with a menacing light in the night as he stared intently at the churning, surging ink.

"It has been many years since I last fought against the Moonlit God Hunter."

The ink pool undulated, its petals unfurling like flower buds. From within emerged a pale and alluring girl of the night, her pitiful and captivating appearance concealing a world-destroying power.

Ink dripped down the girl's wet black silk, sliding down her fair thighs and flowing into the pool, creating ripples. The ink, moving across her delicate body, transformed into a black dress to guard its master.

Nolan's expression was somewhat unnatural; his God of Hunts bloodline had unexpectedly been exposed, as if he had encountered a natural enemy and was forced to fight back—this was the first time this had ever happened.

"what!"

Without flashy techniques or sharp weapons, Harrison launched a sudden and powerful attack, leaping across the massive volcano in one bound—this was probably the start of the war.

Black King clenched his fists, his iron wrists taut, and the force of his punches was like the deafening roar of cannons, echoing in Nolan's ears. The menacing black dragon helmet was now right in front of him.

boom!

The flying ink condensed into a black barrier, but it was easily smashed through with a single punch, severely damaging the Moonlit Hunter.

Nolan felt a spasm in his lower abdomen, and the pain exploded from his waist, spreading throughout his entire back; the immense force almost pierced through his body.

It's not easy to elicit a genuine response from an immortal divine body. The beautiful goddess-king revealed a sickly smile, spat out a mouthful of blood, and launched a swift counterattack without any hesitation, locking her hands around the opponent's neck.

A long, slender right leg emerged from under the girl's skirt, ruthlessly thrusting upwards and smashing the dragon helmet in the same brutal manner!

767. The Temptation of Death

The immense impact sent the Obsidian Emperor flying into the sky, crashing into the ancient altar, and causing large sections of obsidian crystals covering the walls to peel off.

Harrison shook his head, staggered, and his damaged visor revealed a moment of astonishment as he was surprised by the exaggerated power, which was quickly repaired by the crystalline particles in the blink of an eye.

Black King lowered his knees to gather momentum, shattered the temple's dome, and instantly charged back in front of Nolan. His five fingers swept across the girl's shoulder, his attack style even wilder than that of the orcs.

The man's speed was so fast that Mo Yong had no time to defend himself. His dragon claws tore through the scorching air and grazed the girl's smooth skin like a fire blade entering oil.

Nolan's entire arm was torn to shreds, and the bursting ink splattered all over Harrison's body, but not a drop of blood was shed.

Nolan curled her lips into a smile, opened her red lips, and used her only remaining hand to gather her long hair into her mouth. Black tears streamed down her face from her eerie eyes, her beautiful face now a blur of whether she was crying or laughing.

puff!

The alluring figure in the pool suddenly melted, merging into the black vortex and disappearing.

Harrison's pupils contracted sharply. By the time he sensed the danger, it was too late. A slender finger gently stroked the dragon helmet's neck, easily slicing through the obsidian armor and grazing the throat.

The phantom of the Moonlit Hunter appeared out of thin air, taking shape from the writhing ink attached to the armor, with half of its body growing onto the back of the Obsidian Emperor!

Noisy!

Boiling hot blood gushed out from his body, instantly evaporating on the scorching stone bricks. The surprise attack blade almost severed the man's head, and the ink continued to seep in.

Harrison decisively shattered the parasite, and without thinking, he tore through the ink-stained obsidian armor with his bare hands, transforming once again into a running naked man, rolling towards the furnace.