Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

At the same time, the Steel Dragon Riders, who had been cowering in a defensive formation, also took action, setting up steel chariots to launch cannonballs. Several steel balls mixed with sharp blades rolled down like a meat grinder, crushing many cumbersome war dragon riders to death.

"Ingvar, fight me!"

Caliban rode his black dragon straight toward the Molten Dragon Riders. The interwoven waves of light and shadow were unmatched. In this critical moment, he no longer stayed behind to guard the rear. The Bipolar Law directly locked onto the greatest enemy. Ingvar was not afraid either. He roared and charged out of the line. The collision between the two dragon rider commanders caused the mountain to tremble violently.

The Iron Dragon Knights could no longer wait for His Highness's support, but Caliban's ability to get to where he is now is not due to conspiracy; even when completely outmatched, he can still find a glimmer of hope.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for. His goal was not to defeat both the Ice Blade Dragon Rider and the Molten Dragon Rider at the same time, but simply to delay them for a while. The powerful soul fluctuations would soon create a big enough commotion to attract the monsters patrolling the territory!

The two-sided battle was extremely costly. The Revolutionary Army's initial fierce attack was quickly suppressed. They retreated into the mountainside, leaving behind thousands of corpses, and reunited with the Steel Dragon Riders. They then fled towards the opening torn open by the Molten Dragon Riders.

The commander of the Ice Blade Dragon Riders was a cyclops covered in frost armor. Simon hesitated as he watched the fleeing enemy. Just then, the cold wind brought the Snow Maiden.

"You oath-breaker, where do you think you're going? It's an honor to be a part of the goddess!"

Matilda stood atop the Yeti troll's head, removed her cloak, and exhaled softly. A blizzard immediately enveloped Caliban and Ingvar; she had come to reclaim Sariel.

"Your biggest mistake was making an enemy of me!"

Caliban grinned maliciously, using Ingvar's powerful momentum to push back and retreat. He risked forcing the black dragon into the sky, catching up with the rear flank of the Revolutionary Army. The steel chariots he had abandoned along the way exploded in a series of explosions, spewing out countless heavy flying blades, which slowed down the pursuit and left the Ice Blade Dragon Riders and Molten Dragon Riders behind.

"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

The series of explosions seemed to have alerted something. A scream suddenly came from the sky, echoing through the White Mountain. The cavalrymen and war dragons suffered ear pain and collapsed to the ground in agony.

"Oops."

Simon, clutching his bleeding ears, shouted for his troops to retreat from the mountains, but no one could hear him. The piercing sound waves had already surrounded them, and the overly aggressive soldiers fell one after another into pools of blood, bleeding from all seven orifices, none of them surviving.

A strange figure slowly descended from the sky to the mountaintop. A huge, alluring female body could be vaguely seen. She had the pure white wings of an angel, but at the same time, she also had the hideous fleshy wings of a demon. Half of her was pure and holy, and the other half was evil and terrifying. The deformed monster was tightly choking her own throat, letting out desperate screams. Her beautiful face was in great pain.

"What...what kind of monster is that?"

Heloise clutched her chest and screamed in terror. As the rearguard commander trapped in the White Mountain, she felt it was difficult to even breathe. The lagging Iron Dragon Riders and Revolutionary Army soldiers around her struggled and died tragically within seconds.

"The archangel who usurped the crown of God, the great demon fallen into the abyss! My goddess, the nightmare of all living beings has returned..."

Matilda's face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with disbelief as she muttered to herself. The fierce blizzard was easily shattered by the sonic waves; her power was no match for them.

When the deadly screams finally stopped, the entire plane seemed to fall silent. Those few seconds felt like an eternity, and tens of thousands of lives were wiped out.

801. You're welcome.

After the screams subsided, the entire battlefield fell silent. Mortals were far too vulnerable here; one-sided, desperate elimination could hardly be called a killing.

Sariel braced himself on the ground, vomiting several mouthfuls of blood. His soul circuits were trembling, making it impossible for him to condense his soul spirit. Only the rough shell of the Viller giant remained unaffected. Harennar shook the pebbles from his ears and grabbed the other surviving companions, quickly fleeing the mountains.

"Coward! Look at me!"

Ingvar's eyes were bloodshot. She had been fighting for a long time and was covered in wounds. She stared blankly at Caliban's departing figure. There was no one else in her eyes. There were only a few of her subordinates still standing by her side. The elite dragon rider legion had been almost completely wiped out overnight.

She was just a hair's breadth away from defeating Caliban, and the Obsidian Throne was within her grasp!

The next second, a strange creature appeared before the Molten Dragon Knight Commander. Was it an angel or a demon? She was so beautiful, yet so terrifying. The flickering crimson halo foreshadowed the Black Prince's doom, and her deep eyes reflected her own battered and mangled body.

Sages and princes are insignificant.

In Perish's eyes, mortals are all ants; she is a war machine created by the gods, the most loyal creation of the Father and Mother Goddesses.

Pfft!

The Molten Dragon Knight Commander's imposing body fell heavily to the ground. The Twin Demon King, carrying Ingvar's head, rushed towards the next challenger, ruthlessly reaping all life within her territory. She was the guardian of White Mountain, the experimental subject standing atop the Ark.

Simon's expression changed slightly. At this point, there was no need for orders or commands; everyone was running away. A dead man cannot become king. This was a very simple matter, yet some people were so foolish as to not see the outcome.

Julia shrugged, observing coldly, and pointed at her poor stepsister to show the vicious dragon rider the consequences of disobedience, thus highlighting her own wisdom.

It's a pity Thrantia didn't see this scene; otherwise, her expression would have been priceless. Chaos was everywhere, even this half-demon, half-god monster had been unleashed...

Watching the Revolutionary Army cover their retreat, Heloise breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to turn around, a chill swept over her. Perish's hands were covered in blood, and his gaze had already shifted to the last human.

Harennar and Sariel turned back anxiously, watching as the ancient demon king, who existed only in the divine scriptures, abandoned the Ice Blade Dragon Rider and chose Heloise as his next target.

"madness!"

How can a king serve his servants and stand before lowly soldiers? That is the greatest misunderstanding of power by the Crimson Lotus King.

Caliban frowned in frustration but was helpless and could not risk helping. However, the death of the Crimson Lord would have a great impact on the alliance. Even his father and the Obsidian Dragon King would not dare to provoke this monster easily.

"What bad luck."

Heloise grinned bitterly. She had underestimated her enemy, thinking that the bloodline of the Human Emperor would protect her as usual, but the monster that Caliban had alarmed was far more terrifying than anyone had imagined.

Perish appeared almost instantly on the outer edge of the mountain. Compared to the Twin Demon King, Heloise's ferocious fire demon form was almost cute. Her whole body was covered in crimson scales, but in the other's eyes, she looked like she was naked. The suffocating pressure made her hands and feet cold, as if she would be pierced through the heart if she raised her hand.

Her Majesty the Empress had no regrets in her life and remained quite composed until her last moment. However, she was inevitably somewhat disappointed that she had not been able to give birth to her future child. She stroked her lower abdomen with her right hand, thinking that this expedition might have been a mistake from the beginning, and that she should not have brought this child to the Ark for adventure.

However, Perish did not launch an attack; he merely tilted his head, his empty eyes revealing confusion, as if a personality had manifested.

Her enormous body gradually shrank to the size of an ordinary person, and she squatted down, lying on Heloise's stomach and listening to something. This was something no one expected. Heloise was covered in cold sweat but dared not move.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a beam of golden laser shone on Perish's head, forming a sunflower-like flare. The intense heat then exploded, the impact of which pushed Heloise far away. Immediately afterward, a barrage of artillery fire swept across the White Mountain, the roar echoing around it.

The revolutionary soldiers' eyes regained their light, and behind them, ripples spread across the sky as several armed elf airships slowly traversed the wormhole, unleashing powerful firepower from their magic crystal cannons.

The snow-white mountain was riddled with holes in the blink of an eye. Heroines did not miss the opportunity to escape and quickly retreated from the White Stone Mountain. Looking at the colorful flags of the reinforcements hanging in the sky, she saw that the troops from Trapped Sky Island and the Free Federation were fighting side by side with the Seven Royal Courts. Only the Dragon Slayer Warriors Alliance had such formidable strength.

"You're welcome."

A beautiful seraphim descended beside the Crimson Lotus King, her stunning figure clad in military armor. Skadi tossed her hair and revealed a smug smile.

The headmaster of the academy in Saint Lenza seems to no longer want anyone to see his ugly childhood self. Whenever he appears, he is always in a fully recharged, mature form, and has transformed back into the radiant, radiant saint.

"The Crimson Lotus King and the Iron Dragon Knight Commander? You seem to have been through a fierce battle. And what about this monster?"

Another powerful figure who had been floating in the sky was also a winged race member. He had just arrived at the Ark and was already experiencing this scene. Principal Reinhardt had aged considerably, his long hair was gray, and he was thin. His eyes were deep-set but bright and piercing, hiding a deep-seated hatred.

Heloise breathed a sigh of relief and slumped against Skadi, saying, "Thank you for the Dragon Slayer Legion's assistance. However, if you don't want to crash like the Sanctuary Mothership, I suggest you land immediately and keep a certain distance from the ground."

Skuld and Reinhardt exchanged a glance and transmitted information to the fleet above via the arcane channel, focusing their attention on the smoke and dust. This monster was not so easy to defeat.

When the smoke cleared, Perish was still standing in the same spot, completely unharmed. Even a saint wouldn't dare to face the magic crystal cannon head-on, but she didn't even flinch.

Strangely, the Twin Demon King stood there, motionless for a long time, just staring blankly at Heloise, as if he had caught a whiff of something familiar.

Skuld and Reinhardt stood guard on either side against an unprecedentedly terrifying enemy, following Caliban's advice not to venture into the White Mountain territory, while Perish did not step out of the mountains either, as if he were trapped there.

The allied forces of dragon slayers descended one after another, including the Wings of Freedom guard, the lords of the seven royal courts, and even three Elf Kings, who were there to protect the young Queen.

A dragon's roar came from behind, and a graceful crystal dragon took off from the deck of the Queen of Victory. On Catherine's back were two bright young girls, three noble ladies representing the highest will of the dragon-slaying warrior alliance.

802. He's here.

Chinara and Messiah have grown up a lot and are no longer naive and immature. The Sanctuary is no longer a threshold for them. They have grown into qualified combatants and enjoy the blessing of the faith power that fills the Chaos Throne. The Greedy Dragon chose to stand on the side of the Chaos Throne during the disaster of the Star Festival. It is also one of the few dragons that has been recognized by the Free People and is trusted as much as the Witch.

Just as the allied forces of dragon slayers decided to attempt to suppress the attack, Messiah's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Wait, I've seen this child before!"

This is the little guy next to Nolan. The last time we met, he was like a fool, babbling and clinging to his wife.

You call that thing a child?

Skuld rolled her eyes. Everything related to witches gets complicated. Luckily, their goal wasn't the Ark, and they were too lazy to explore this unknown new continent.

If he could, Reinhardt would not want to be enemies with Perisch; his veteran instincts told him that it was a creature that no mortal could withstand.

"Don't forget our primary goal. It's best to keep a low profile and not scare our guests away."

Chinara's reminder was agreed upon by the two principals, their voices calm and steady. Saving the Crimson Lord was an accident; they shouldn't have gotten involved with the Obsidian Empire and the Revolutionary Army.

Fortunately, the Twin Demon King did not pursue her. Instead, she obediently retreated to the summit of White Mountain, curled up her legs, folded her wings, and enveloped herself, isolating herself from the outside world. She fell into silence once again, waiting for the next challenger to arrive.

"What on earth is that thing? Saint War Maiden looks like she's seen a ghost. If prayers worked, the Holy Alliance wouldn't have been defeated so badly."

"It doesn't matter; our directions are not contradictory."

The Elf Queen's eyes flickered. Her extensive knowledge allowed her to understand the ancient Elven classics and gain some understanding of them, but now was not the time to trace the history of the war of the gods.

Julia, far away, also retreated from the hills to avoid being discovered and causing unnecessary trouble. As night fell, the vicious dragon riders should also make a decisive withdrawal. Ingvar was out of the game, so let these idiots fight over the throne.

"What are the Dragon Slayer Alliance doing here? Could it be...?"

The spider demon's doubts led in a subtle direction, generating a slight anticipation for this grand feast. But what exactly is the Ark, and for whom is it a graveyard?

no one knows.

Earlier, the Star Cluster Lord in the dense jungle had rested overnight, and the addition of Fenrir and Saya had strengthened the hunting party.

Night fell unexpectedly, and daylight arrived just as abruptly. Eva's eyes lit up, and she woke up instantly. She rolled over and stretched, only to be startled by a piercing sound wave.

Everyone covered their ears, and when they came to their senses, they couldn't determine the enemy's location. They looked at each other in surprise, as if the sound was coming from a very far place.

"That's... a scream? What a loud voice!"

Alicia pulled out a piece of emergency rations and tossed it to Aiqi, but the unicorn shook its head in dissatisfaction and instead drew a wisp of light from the air and swallowed it.

Byron pondered, "A powerful and malevolent aura, so unsettling even from this distance. Could there be a creature here more terrifying than the Black Horned Dragon Lizard?"

"I hope it's not what I think."

Nolan bit her lip; the familiarity had given her a clue, but she wasn't sure.

"Everyone be careful, there's a smell of blood nearby, some distance away."

Rodriguez's voice came from above. He moved nimbly and quickly climbed to the top of the tree to survey the surroundings and make sure it was safe.

Perhaps the beast horde was fighting other pioneers, or perhaps it was an advance force sent by the star cluster. The hunting party decided to investigate, as intelligence was especially important in unknown territories.

The Fallen War Maiden and the Evil Commander cleared the way ahead. The active plants blocking their path were no match for the two, and many of them fell down, oozing strange blood. Everyone carefully avoided them, and soon a tremor came from ahead.

Rodriguez kept leaping through the trees. He parted the branches and found a man and a beast chasing each other through the jungle. The beast looked like a rhinoceros, with two heads but no eyes, and it was running wildly forward.

Before they could even consider whether to help, the man was pierced through the body by the monster's large horn. He let out a wail and collapsed to the ground. The beast killed the challenger and slowly returned along the same route, seemingly drawn by the panicked fleeing people. It continued to follow its territorial principles in a very orderly manner.

Byron slowly approached, examined the body that had been lively just moments before, and confirmed its identity through the insignia.

“Servants of the Temple of Love and Wisdom”.

"Where did he get such a strong smell of blood all by himself? He must have been defeated and fled here, accidentally straying into the monster's patrol area. This means his enemies weren't native Ark creatures; many people must have died ahead of him."