Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Ingvar clenched her fist, her powerful spirit far surpassing Pompey's, implying overwhelming dominance. She sneered, "I just don't know if your friends will like to see the Obsidian Empire flying the Molten Banner. Once Caliban is out of the picture, our cooperation will end immediately. We'll go our separate ways, and the next time we meet, we'll be enemies. If you dare to stab me in the back halfway through, I swear you'll die before me!"

"You're not even as threatening as my grandma. Don't worry, it'll be over soon. I promise, he's our biggest obstacle!"

Pompey's smile was sinister. He lowered his cloak and gripped the ballista tightly. His mission was to flank Caliban, as the Cataclysmic Dragon Riders would unleash alchemical corrosive liquid to force Caliban out of his steel crypt.

But none of that matters. Caliban, Ingvar, Julia, Simon—they are all clowns on stage, entertaining the grand epic to come, but they are not even appetizers for that great man.

Within the tense atmosphere of the Ark, just a tiny bit of gunpowder could trigger an irreversible explosion, and only then would the real feast begin, with everyone as both prey and hunter!

puff!

Faint sounds came from the shadows. The methods of the Cataclysmic Dragon Riders were always disgusting. Large amounts of plague venom were poured into the cave, eroding the Holy See's defensive barrier and soon spreading into its depths.

Ingvar's fire dragon lay in ambush in Green Valley, where the remains of the Sanctuary Mothership still lay. Her gaze was intense as she waited quietly, anticipating that Caliban, having encountered an enemy attack, would rush into the valley to stabilize their formation immediately. However, she waited for a long time without any movement.

Swoosh------

Suddenly, the wind whistled overhead. Ingvar awoke with alarm, looked up, and his pupils contracted slightly as he saw a cannonball bursting from the mountaintop, crashing heavily into the legion's formation.

A sneak attack?

The roar, the screams, the tearing sounds—everything in the darkness was terrifying because it was full of the unknown.

The black cannonball exploded into hundreds of small, rotating spheres upon landing, which then detonated in all directions, colliding with each other and causing secondary damage. The steel cannonball was covered with serrated edges, mercilessly tearing apart the dragon wing formation. Panicked Cataclysmic Dragon Riders and Molten Dragon Riders fell in large numbers, their blood splattering everywhere.

"firewall!"

Ingvar roared in anger, and had no choice but to order his men to release their spirits and ignite their flames to provide illumination. They were supposed to be blades in the shadows, but now they had to see the situation clearly and expose themselves to the enemy's view.

The dragon wing formation quickly contracted into the dragon spine defense. The Green Valley was littered with severed limbs and broken arms. A rough estimate suggests that nearly 10,000 people had died from the siege mechanical war machines.

Which of the following solutions is causing the problem?

Ingvar looked up and saw which direction the shells were coming from; the Caliban had been prepared.

Are you waiting for someone?

A cold laugh came from the summit. He had his reasons for choosing this crypt: there was more than one exit below, and the mountain was empty inside. He had now transformed the entire mountain into a fortress.

Arcane barrages erupted from every corner of the mountain, striking the fire walls and constantly eroding the dragon riders' defensive capabilities.

“I didn’t expect you to actually dare to come. Pompey didn’t lie. This is the first time.”

Caliban's mockery was particularly grating. Ingvar had already missed the initiative. Even if he retreated immediately, he would be bombarded by catapults and even be relentlessly pursued and attacked by the enemy.

"Pompey! You scum!"

The Molten Dragon Knight Commander roared as she shattered a cannonball, but couldn't find her fickle and cunning brother. She couldn't understand what benefit Pompey would gain from helping Caliban betray her. The Cataclysm Dragon Knights also suffered significant losses.

Unless, of course, the dragon hunter doesn't need any benefits at all, and it's just a task for his master.

As Caliban raised his hand, the rock wall on the other side of the cave sank down, revealing another exit. A large number of steel dragons rushed into the Green Valley and engaged in battle with the Molten Dragon Riders. Within the attack range of the siege chariots and the arcane mage formation, the steel dragon riders were not afraid to fight two elite dragon rider forces at the same time.

"Now that things have come to this, I'm not surprised at all by your stupidity, Ingvar. Only a fool would believe Pompey. Although I don't know what Pompey is up to, I am grateful for his generosity. Once I've incorporated the Molten Dragon Riders and Cataclysm Dragon Riders, I might spare his life and keep him as a courtier after I ascend the throne."

Seeing the Molten Dragoons and Cataclysm Dragoons fall one after another, Ingvar grew increasingly furious, wishing she could tear that madman to pieces. Pompey had entrusted her with full command of the Cataclysm Dragoons during this annihilation battle, which was why she had let her guard down.

Just as the Iron Dragon Riders were ruthlessly reaping the spoils, a huge white-haired Yeti suddenly rushed out of the darkness, crashing through the fortress mountain city and reaching its large hands into the rock wall to dig and chisel.

799. A piece of cake

Caliban's expression changed drastically. Before he could react, a series of savage howls, like wails, came from beneath his feet. A group of demonic bear knights crashed into the steel dragon rider formation. The iceberg formation of the polar day snowfield once again demonstrated its dominant position, leading countless ice dragon riders to advance from the right flank and blocking the barrage artillery support from inside the fortress.

"Are you all crazy!?"

In an instant, the situation reversed. The enemy was everywhere, and this time the commander of the Iron Dragon Riders was furious and bewildered, unable to understand what had happened.

Pompey and Ingvar's allies were not a threat, but Simon's Icewing Dragoons had joined them, bringing with them a group of barbarians and their snow maidens. Suddenly, the Iron Dragoons were on the defensive and at a huge disadvantage in terms of military strength.

It's clear that Pompey informed more than just Caliban, so how far away can Julia's vicious dragon rider be?

"Damn it! What good does this do him?!"

The same doubt lingered in the minds of every Black Prince. Even Ingvar couldn't be happy. She could tell that Simon wasn't there to help; he wanted to take over everyone.

Caliban patted his cheeks, unable to suppress a hint of fear. He forced himself to remain calm and organized a formation of sorcerers to chant a legion-level forbidden spell to repel the Yeti troll. But what he lacked most right now was a sorcerer who could rival Matilda, a powerful transcendent sage.

Archbishop Celimoni left at the worst possible time!

A chaotic battle was about to break out. The Cataclysm Dragoons were probably the most innocent victims. They were abandoned by their commander, regarded as traitors by the Molten Dragoons, and neither the Iron Dragoons nor the Frost Dragoons could tolerate the enemy. They scattered like a swarm of headless flies.

boom! boom! boom!

Just then, the desperate Cataclysmic War Dragons exploded one after another, green blood mist filled the sky, and even the dead corpses became dangerous bombs, with roars erupting in every corner of the battlefield, disrupting the fragile balance.

The agonizing howls of the Cataclysmic Dragon Riders sent chills down the spines of Caliban and Ingvar. These soldiers never realized they had been baited, their bodies riddled with deadly alchemical potions.

The green mist swarmed in, and before anyone could dodge, it enveloped the Molten Dragon Riders and Steel Dragon Riders in an instant. The Ice Blade Dragon Riders and Demon Bear Knights were also the first to suffer. The potion mixed with poisonous blood caused excruciating pain if inhaled even a little. It could disfigure someone in seconds, and the Soul Shield was completely unable to resist the acid mist's corrosive effects.

"You think that once you get rid of the other side, who can easily deal with me? How naive! This performance can't be done without anyone!"

Suddenly, a maniacal laugh echoed from the darkness, its direction impossible to discern. As a brilliant performance before his final act, Pompey was completely absorbed in the role. Instead of joining the ranks of the juggling clowns, he fled the battlefield alone, lying in ambush in the shadows watching his enemies slaughter each other.

“Your Highness Caliban, we can’t hold this place any longer. If we don’t leave soon, we’ll be trapped by the poisonous fog.”

Lord Crimson decisively chose to retreat, leading the two saintesses, Harennar and Sariel, to break through the southern stone wall. They were the last force of the revolutionary army and would never be buried with the Iron Dragon Knights.

Caliban gritted his teeth, watching his personal guards fall one by one, his heart bleeding. He had no choice but to make the difficult decision to abandon the war zone and order the entire army to withdraw from the crypt and escape from the valley with the Allied forces from the other side.

The Dragon Hunters want everyone to perish with the Cataclysmic Dragon Riders!

Having figured this out, Ingvar disregarded his grudges and ordered his remaining half of his men to gather and break through the encirclement using the Fire Wall.

The Ice Dragon Riders on the other side also suffered heavy losses, but Simon was determined not to let go of the fleeting opportunity and was determined to eliminate the Iron Dragon Riders here!

Matilda paid a heavy price to withdraw a legion from the Holy Alliance front in order to annihilate the Revolutionary Army. She also could not let Sariel escape again. The Snowmen of the Ice Mountain and the Ice Blade Dragon Riders chased down the deserter in the darkness.

Not far away on the hills, a dragon rider commander still has no intention of joining this crazy party. Julia has been watching coldly from beginning to end, and has not accepted Pompey's enthusiastic invitation.

"Using your own main force as a trap, how ruthless! Luckily, I have no interest in the throne."

The spider demon's eyes flashed, sinister and terrifying, suppressing the vicious dragon riders behind it who were eager to attack.

The demons, familiar with the abyss, have a thorough understanding of the darkness and a clear grasp of the battle situation. If the Vicious Dragon Knight had quietly appeared, at least one of the Molten Dragon Knight and the Iron Dragon Knight would have been eliminated earlier.

The Black Princes underestimated Pompey's cunning and determination, and only in this way could Ingvar and Caliban be fooled.

The chase in the south continued, with imperial giants falling one after another in pools of blood. The Demon Bear Knights and Ice Blade Dragon Knights were delayed by the poisonous fog, and the battle lines gradually stretched out. Their initial strong offensive was gone, and the haphazard pursuit left them powerless to continue.

The retreat of the Steel Dragon Riders was orderly and remarkably calm. Several mechanical vehicles and revolutionary cavalry patrolled around the battle lines to maintain defenses, and it seemed that more than one battle-hardened commander was leading the counterattack.

The fire wall formation formed by the Molten Dragon Riders was exceptionally conspicuous. Ingvar returned, seemingly unwilling to lose half of his elite forces, and attacked the Iron Dragon Riders' retreat route from the other side.

From Julia's dark perspective, the scene of this group of comical clowns fighting is laid bare, and ironically, Pompey never appears throughout.

"Oh dear, it's all one-sided. That's no fun. Are you sure you don't want to join them? Maybe you'll have a chance to seize the imperial throne and impress Emperor Obsidian."

Someone emerged from the shadows and sat atop a jet-black eyeball hovering above the spider demon's head. Serantia wore a magnificent gown with blood-red veins and black patterns, her exquisite face possessing an eerie and languid quality, her pale skin covered in necrotic runes, and her beauty was always terrifying.

It's not the first time that the demon gods and their apostles have colluded with each other. Julia wasn't surprised at all by the Abyss's intervention. She sneered, "You've probably misunderstood something, Demon King. My father has no heart, which is why he's so powerful. He can have as many adopted sons as he wants, and he doesn't care who gets to the throne. As for me, my greatest strength is that I know my own limitations."

"It's a pity. If you'd like, my dear and I would be happy to help and lend a hand to the restoration of the Great Cemetery."

The demon girl chuckled softly, her words brimming with cunning. Ever since Nolan freed her from the curse of gangrene, her complete divine status had allowed her to easily break through the gods' prohibitions. The feeling was more wonderful than ever before, with the power of the devil completely under her control.

help?

Julia scoffed. Both the Demon King and the Witch were monsters who devoured people without spitting out the bones. She only hoped to live a little longer and witness the day when the Demon God would take revenge.

"Believe me, if I get the chance, you'll be the first one I kill. I didn't come to the Ark willingly. Are you here because the Abyss wants a piece of the pie too?"

Serantia's voice grew colder, "We have been silent for too long. It is time to let the world relive the fear of the Eight Pillars of Demons. If we can keep all the strong members of the Lawful Light faction here, no one will be able to stop the advance of the Evil Army."

Julia gazed at the flames of the conflict, then suddenly remembered something and asked in a deep voice, "I saw the Demon Lord at the Star Festival. His evil unicorn, his dragon spear, but his aura was completely different. He possessed the power of the Ferryman, a power that did not belong to the mortal world. Was that person really still Sion?"

800.BOSS

The intriguing questions also aroused the Demon King's suspicions. She lost her most powerful weapon on the night of prophecy, but in return, she gained a maverick who does whatever he wants. What exactly do the Night Mother and Death want to do with Roland? Will Tess interfere with the awakening of the Demon Girl again? The Joestar family seems to always be associated with curses, and is full of uncertainty.

Serantia did not answer, but her face grew increasingly gloomy. The resurrected Ghost Rider was slipping out of control and was far less powerful than his beloved hound. This was why the invasion of the Abyss had slowed down, giving the Holy Alliance and the Seven Kingdoms a chance to breathe.

"Have you found the whereabouts of the other demon gods?"

Julia curled her lip and said, "Tch, all you do is boss people around. Weren't we all there that night, along with Joanna and Meiruo, and those two mysterious guys? There were only two empty seats left, and I've already decided on one of them."

Serantia nodded, knowing that Julia was referring to the night Tess tried to kill her youngest daughter, when all six demon hosts sensed the threat and appeared to protect the Blood Demon Girl.

"Well done, you'll always have a place in the Great Cemetery."

"Don't talk to me like that. When did the Eight Pillar Demons get to decide what necrosis is?"

Julia's cold laugh made Serantia's eyes flash with ferocity, and strands of black lines burst forth from the depths of her eyeballs, which then transformed into tender affection.

"I can't be bothered with you. I'm going to find my darling. What a heartless bad girl. If I don't look for her, she'll probably never come looking for me."

The Demon King's figure gradually disappeared, as if he had never existed, but Julia remained motionless. The show wasn't over yet, so how could she leave?

Blood and wails filled the air, and the atmosphere of fear lingered. The Iron Dragon Riders' retreat was blocked by the Molten Dragon Riders, and at first glance, they seemed to have reached a dead end.

The situation was critical, but the three sides were deadlocked in the mountains. Ingvar didn't want to work for Simon, and the Ice Blade Dragon Knights were equally unwilling to let others steal their victory, which gave Caliban a chance to breathe.

Even so, the Vicious Dragon Rider Commander still had no intention of entering the battlefield. Julia hadn't brought many dragon riders with her, and as long as the aliens were still watching over the sky, it wasn't the Empire's battlefield.

“That mountain is an ominous place. What a cunning fellow. It seems Pompey will be disappointed.”

Julia muttered to herself, “The Dark Horizon has discovered something unusual. Caliban deliberately lured them there in search of a glimmer of hope to turn the tide.”

The Empire's vision extends far beyond star clusters and herds. The Black Princes share intelligence on Emperor Harrison's expansion and know that several forbidden areas are not places that mortals can set foot in. Blood Plains and the White Mountains before them are among them.

The vicious dragon rider's eyes lit up, and the darkness fled like a rat, retreating into a corner. Daylight came unexpectedly, and dazzling light descended upon the Ark, illuminating the sky and the earth, the mountains and the plains.

The dragon rider legion, caught in the midst of the melee, paused for a moment as the surrounding corpses and blood gradually became clearer. Many realized their precarious situation, but they had no choice but to move forward or retreat.

The mountain was as white as snow, with trees, vegetation, sand and stone peaks—everything that came into view was dazzlingly white, gradually being stained red by the blood of giants.

Waaah!

At that moment, the steel dragon riders on the mountainside sounded the horn of counterattack. The revolutionary army cavalry phalanx, led by the Crimson Lotus King, rammed into the Ice Blade dragon riders' battle line, and the power of the Flame Demon stirred up rolling heat waves.

The Wild Warriors of the Polar Snowfield are still attacking the Azure Province. Only the Ice Witch and the Demon Bear Knight are helping the Ice Blade Dragon Riders. On the front lines, they are unable to withstand the desperate resistance of a Human Emperor and two War Maidens and are retreating step by step.