Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

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The Obsidian Dragon King leaped down from the temple, stirring up a cloud of dust, and the entire temple trembled violently.

"If you can do it, why can't I?"

Blington's next move left Lura speechless. He exhaled two puffs of hot air from his nostrils, lowered his enormous head, and lay down on the ground, actually inviting a mere human girl to ride on his dragon's back!

The beautiful girl god-king didn't find anything strange about it. Logically speaking, they should all be Chaos Familiars, so serving her was only natural.

Since the other party was so friendly, the girl didn't mind having another guide. She jumped onto Blington's broad back and supported herself on his crystal spine. The contrast between Blington's majestic true form and his cute avatar was too great.

The great and noble Black Dragon King had no trace of dragon majesty; he was more like a child afraid of being alone, who couldn't wait to play with his new playmates as soon as he woke up.

"Take her with you too, she's my prisoner, I can't lose her."

"Oh?"

Brington smiled knowingly, as if he had guessed Lula's defeat, which made things even more interesting.

Moonstone Dragon Mother wasn't so lucky; she was grabbed by the Obsidian Dragon King's claws, flapped her wings and soared into the sky, then flipped over and plummeted down.

A strong, cold wind whipped the witch's silver hair wildly, drowning out Lula's curses in the icy mist.

Brington plunged down the snow-capped peak, roaring incessantly, as if laughing, as if he hadn't been out for a long time.

As the Black Dragon King broke through the clouds and glided at high speed, a huge black shadow was reflected on the snow-capped peak. Burning wings waved terrifying black flames, causing the surrounding monsters to cower and tremble in fear.

The blazing dragonfire melted large swathes of snow and ice on the mountain peaks, turning the cold trees in the mountains to ashes. The area where Blington passed was scorched black, and all life was wiped out.

Nolan had to admit that the hot-tempered young boy was more useful than the aloof wife. The girl riding the Obsidian Dragon King seemed to have transformed into the ruler of the supreme plane, surveying her territory with a kingly demeanor as she approached the tiny Dragonsleep Mountain City below.

The exhilarating flight attendant experience was fleeting; neither in physique nor speed could Blington compare to Ekaterina. In the blink of an eye, the Dragonscale Ridge came into view.

"If you really want to work in this industry, you might have to keep a low profile."

Brington agreed, his body gradually shrinking within the contracting black flames until he became a naked little boy, falling from the sky at high speed and landing hard on his bottom.

Nolan and Lula landed steadily, identified the direction of the Blackwood Forest they were in, and looked south along the route they had taken.

The Moonstone Dragon Mother was disheveled and looked terrible. After being brutally beaten by her brother, she had completely given up the idea of ​​a direct confrontation, but she had not yet abandoned her unrealistic thoughts.

"That solves the problem!"

Brington dusted himself off, stood up, snapped his fingers, and changed into a set of trendy animal skin light clothing, concealing his dragon features. He seemed to often blend into the city in human form.

The three headed toward the ridge, and the Black Dragon King kept rambling on and on, sticking to Nolan and asking all sorts of questions. He seemed very curious about the myriad things in the Western world. When the topic turned to campus life in St. Lenza, he casually asked about his quirky roommates.

That was indeed the most carefree period for the beautiful goddess king...

Lula followed at the back, neither daring to stray too far nor too close, her venomous gaze never leaving Blington. Her current situation was extremely precarious, especially since the Obsidian Empire seemed to have a very friendly relationship with the Chaos Throne.

A black stone fortress soon appeared before her. The witch collected her thoughts and suddenly remembered that Caliban had not left her any proof.

How do I get into the city?

771. The Super Brave Young Boy

The Blackrock Fortress, which guards the Blackwood Forest, is located at the highest point of the hillside. From here, you can clearly see rows of buildings neatly arranged along the mountain ridge, covering an extremely vast area, with several striking dark spires standing out in distinct layers.

Several sentries rode dwarf dragons around the hilltop and soon noticed the unusual visitors on foot. They then ordered the guards to surround the three men.

Few can invade the higher planes, and even fewer dare to provoke the Obsidian Empire. Therefore, guarding the various checkpoints of the capital is considered a punishment and a sinecure, and it is unknown when they will be able to return to the battlefield.

Several Nash giants jumped off the dragon's back and saw a group of dwarves pointing and whispering with disdain. Merchants and travelers would not enter the country through this route.

Before the soldiers could speak, a majestic female giant rode a dragon over their heads. Her soul fluctuations, at the level of a sub-saint, were far superior to the others, and her equipment was excellent, indicating that she held a high rank.

The woman carrying the greatsword was well-equipped, indicating a high rank. The soldiers immediately suppressed their smiles and saluted respectfully.

"Belonging to the Molten Dragon Rider Legion," Nolan thought to himself, his eyes sweeping over the insignia on the female soldier's chest.

The giantess was voluptuous and beautiful, with dark, athletic skin and blonde hair casually tied into a whip that hung down her chest. She frowned slightly when she saw the rare Westerners, intending to ask them a few questions, but her eyes lit up when she noticed the little boy behind her. She licked her lips, delighted.

"Why is it you? Shouldn't you be...?"

"Don't tell you."

Brington winked, and he and Lula suppressed their auras, looking no different from humans.

The female officer wasn't angry. She laughed and scolded, "Go inside, you little rascal. I can rest for several more days before returning to the Ark with Lord Ingvar. Remember to come find me tonight!"

The other party's invitation to a private meeting was straightforward, making no attempt to hide her affection for the black-haired boy, leaving many soldiers stunned.

This lord is one of the three most trusted lieutenants of the Molten Dragon Rider Commander!

"Even if you wanted to run, it would be too late."

Brington readily agreed, and before leaving, he didn't forget to wipe his hand on the woman's thigh—he was definitely not gay.

"Get out of here!"

The giantess snorted, her cheeks flushed, and she seemed rather shy, as if she had no initiative on another battlefield.

The three of them ventured deeper into the dark gates of the capital along the rugged mountain path, where they encountered many alien inhabitants, mostly orcs and giants. They were quite powerful and most of them were equipped with private armies, even if they were not active-duty legion soldiers.

Lula didn't forget to mock Brington for a moment, saying with disgust, "You can actually stomach this kind of trash? How disgusting!"

The Black Dragon King, who was in a wonderful mood and practically flying, glanced at his sister upon hearing this and threatened in a deep voice, "Watch your mouth. Unlike you, she only serves me when she likes me. She's much cleaner than you and won't bite my tail. Geraldton probably hasn't seen your wild side yet, has he?"

"roll!"

Lula blushed and protested angrily, "I didn't bite you... That, that was when we were kids!"

Nolan half-opened his eyes, pretending not to hear. The young Obsidian Dragon King and the Moonstone Dragon Mother had a past romance, which was not something to be proud of.

If I remember correctly, my wife, the Dragon Princess, once said that they have huge appetites and are difficult to satisfy.

"What, is it shameful to be favored by me? Camia, Ruis, Diel... Lilio and Iev are the same. It's not your fault, my charm is just too terrifying!"

With his hands behind his head, Brington smiled and twirled around the silver-haired girl, completely lost in his memories of the past.

Once upon a time, he was the most popular child in the Valley of Splendor, and every dragon beauty whose name she knew couldn't help but want to humiliate him.

"What did you say!?"

Lula screamed, her face pale, filled with anger and disbelief.

The anger stemmed from the fact that Lula had genuinely liked Blington, but that was a very long and dark chapter in history, probably hundreds of years ago.

What was unbelievable was that she had no idea that her other sisters had also been harmed, including the Orange Fluorite Dragon Mother and the Amethyst Dragon Mother; she had never heard of them!

"Oh dear, so you didn't know? I'm so sorry. Don't worry, I won't tell Geraldton and Orotanbe. After all, you and Iev are their beloved. Oh, sorry, I almost forgot that boy is dead, killed by this lovely lady right here. My memory is getting worse with age~"

Brington waved his hand, a wicked smile revealing intense pleasure, and deliberately dragged out the Dark-Covered Dragon King to whip his corpse.

Just as the Moonstone Dragon Mother hated the Obsidian Dragon King, Blington's malice towards the Splendid Valley was even greater.

"You...you're lying!"

"Whether it's true or not, you know in your heart why I didn't become the master of the Valley of Splendor, and what Iyefu did to me. You all know, but no one cares. You are all her accomplices!"

Brington's face darkened, his expression suddenly turning sinister, and a wisp of burning heat escaped from the corner of his mouth, as if he could transform back into that ferocious dragon at any moment.

"shut up!"

Lula shook her head and stepped back, her voice growing weaker and weaker, her fear of the Obsidian Dragon King mixed with a hint of guilt.

Fortunately, Blington withdrew his oppressive aura in time, chuckled, and strolled forward on his own without attracting the attention of passersby.

Perhaps because of Orotenbei's tragic end, or perhaps because it was a rare opportunity to leave his lair, the Black Dragon King was in a very good mood and didn't hold a grudge against his prisoner.

Lula finally calmed down, following Nolan listlessly, as if she had lost her soul.

The land of giants is towering to humankind, and the buildings in the Dragon Sleeping Imperial Capital have a somber tone, telling of the worship of the brutal Black Flame.

At the entrance to the mountain ridge, a cold steel gate blocked the three people's view, as if leading to hell. The sharp cries of flying dragons overhead came frequently, extremely piercing.

Brington simply took out a semi-transparent black crystal scale, and the gatekeeper immediately made way respectfully. His scale was the absolute proof of entry and exit to any part of the empire's core.

Nolan was thinking that bringing the grumpy boy along was a wise decision when the black-haired boy in front of him made a face, winked at Nolan, and boasted about his great achievements.

"You seem a little skeptical, but I'm super brave, okay? I usually ignore most little girls who bother me, but if you want to try, I definitely won't let you down!"

"That would be an honor, but unfortunately I have no interest in men, nor in children."

Nolan chuckled and politely declined.

The Black Dragon King, feared by the world, is indeed a very likable "child," while the so-called noble and beautiful Variegated Dragon Mother is somewhat annoying in comparison.

"That's true. Even I envy the girls around you. If I were a woman, I wouldn't be able to resist either."

Brington recalled the ambiguous rumors about the girl in front of him and her several lovely roommates, and a rare soft light appeared in his eyes. His kindness towards Nolan was partly due to the grudges of the Splendid Valley, but more so for another reason.

772. Bad Woman

Wandering through the magnified world is a novel experience. Nolan is considered tall in the West, but here he doesn't even reach half the height of most doors. If you're not careful, you can easily bump into savage orcs and giants.

There were many residents coming and going in the city, but the atmosphere was silent and oppressive. Everyone on Blackrock Road looked irritable and alert, and the slightest friction could ignite their anger. This was probably the kind of warrior Harrison needed.

The Obsidian Empire is never short of interdimensional wars. They neither cultivate nor herd nor manufacture anything, and they conquer all realms without fear. In the textbooks of Saint Lenza, they are typical plunderers who use war to sustain war.

Shortly after entering the city, night fell. Nolan was not in a hurry to find the Crimson Lotus King; his attention was drawn to several striking spires.

Following Blington to a street lined with red lanterns, the atmosphere instantly lightened, and there were more refugees of various ethnicities of normal build.

This is one of the cherry blossom streets in the commercial district, a rare entertainment venue in the capital. Most of the Nash giants are not very smart. According to the grumpy young boy, the owner of this place is a rather delicious cat-man, a very subtle description.

The entire Dragon Ridge is Blington's territory. The Obsidian lineage of dragons, who rebelled against the Splendid Valley, mostly dwell in cliffside lairs, and wyverns perched on rooftops are a common sight.

The capital city of Dragonsleep is divided into regions based on the spheres of influence of several dragon rider commanders, with each region separated by a spire. The top of the spire the three of them had just passed was inlaid with a green eye, symbolizing the emblem of the Cataclysmic Dragon Riders.

"Pompey is the most cunning giant I have ever seen. It's a pity he's too weak. Although he's the one who understands me best, it's a shame he really can't defeat Caliban."

Brington casually made his judgment on who would inherit the throne, even though the struggle for succession was not yet over.

Nolan chuckled. Her task for the Night Elf was to cause as much trouble as possible without revealing their identities. The throne and the like were no longer of concern to the dead.

The lantern street was beautifully decorated, and the warm-toned, ornate fortress was filled with the exotic charm of the wild beast territory, which was completely out of place with the dark empire.

Night had just begun on Cherry Blossom Street, and Lula's expression grew increasingly grim as more and more women greeted Blington.