Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

As the Queen of Victory sailed out of the Ark and entered the void tunnel, the atmosphere in the central conference room grew increasingly heavy and silent. To the left was the worried senior dragon and her war criminal mother, while to the right were the apostles from all realms, led by the Elf Queen, in a subtle confrontation.

Messiah looked around, unable to utter a word for a long time. She could only rest her chin on her hand and rub against Nolan's side. It wasn't until she left the campus that she realized there were many things in this world that songs couldn't solve.

"Because of the willfulness of the Pandan Valley, many irreparable tragedies have occurred. Don't you intend to explain this yet?"

Chinara took a deep breath and spoke out on behalf of the many innocent people who had died unjustly. Even so, the prisoner in front of her was still an elder, perhaps twice the age of her mother. Therefore, Her Majesty the Queen gave her the final respect and did not put her in shackles or force her to kneel.

Iyef had no further excuses for her evil deeds, and simply said slowly, "In the war of the gods a thousand years ago, the Valley of the Light, as the main fighting force of the Lawful Order, paid a heavy price. Many powerful ancestors died in the war against the demons and the Night Mother. This also led to the near extinction of the originally powerful gem dragon races. I clearly remember that when I was born from a dragon egg, I could not see my father and mother. There were only empty nests left in the Valley of the Light."

"........"

The divine messengers looked at each other, unable to refute the argument. Their lifespans were far shorter than those of the higher races, and they could not personally experience that catastrophe. What they could be certain of was that, tracing back through history and the sacred scriptures, the dragons had made an indispensable contribution to the war of the gods.

"But how did our former allies repay us? Time has forgotten everything. Without the troublesome demons, the victors, according to their power, rightfully seized all the resources, divided the territory, and eliminated dissidents. When the Valley of Splendor was no longer powerful, our people were wantonly hunted and enslaved. Slaying dragons became a kind of glory, and the flesh and blood of our children became indispensable trophies on your weapons and armor. In your eyes... we are no different from monsters, are we?"

Iyefu raised her head and looked around. Her voice remained calm, but her empty eyes were filled with an indescribable sorrow and despair. The leaders of the various realms had always known about the plight of the Colorful Valley, but they didn't care.

"The Obsidian Dragon Clan has been the leader of the dragon race since ancient times, and Blington is the eldest among us, strong and charismatic, but I don't understand why the God Lord chose him..."

Iyef's eyes showed reminiscence, as if recalling some beautiful memories. She smiled absentmindedly, but her gentle gaze immediately turned cold again. "As the host of the dragon, he was completely unable to save the dragon race. But there are some things that must be done, so I have no choice but to take his place!"

Perhaps it was at that time that the Night Mother set her sights on the enraged dragons, taking revenge on all the enemies who had helped the Heavenly Father in another way. Whispers in the darkness can always awaken the truest desires in people's hearts, spreading suspicion and doubt.

Nolan didn't interrupt. He recalled the boy's youthful face and expressed his understanding. He was a heartless brat who only knew how to pick up girls and fight, treating the Valley of the Spectacular as a harem for his own enjoyment.

From this perspective, Bullington's choice may have been wise. Unable to defend himself against the accusations from his followers, his subconscious sense of shame led him to return the future to his people and completely let go of his inhibitions.

Even so, that is not the motive for the brutal massacre, nor is it a reason for betrayal.

"Did the necessary actions also include sacrificing the Agate Stone clan?"

Messiah scoffed softly. She had seen the ugly faces of those in power, but Manun and Bianca were innocent, as were the people of Rhine City.

Ekaterina clenched her fists, glancing helplessly at Lin. The Messenger of Light forced a smile, indicating that Bianca's life was not in immediate danger. The truth that the Holy Mother of Light possessed was probably what Death hated most. Even if she only had a breath left, her body could continue to live. But even if she lived, how could the wounds of her soul be healed?

Am I supposed to be a madman for the rest of my life?

Iyef remained silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "I have never regretted it, whether it was listening to the black lich's tricks to tempt Blington and seize divine power, or cooperating with the Cataclysm Dragon Riders to raise war dragons and joining the sinking plan of Tekolovelon, but Manun was an accident."

Nolan squinted. It was that name again. The Mistress of Myriad Leaves transformed into a black lich and plunged into the abyss. She had colluded with Iyef long ago and orchestrated the Void Scar internal strife and the Dragon Tide. If it weren't for the descent of Chaos, the outcome would have been completely different.

“I agree with Orotanbe’s idea of ​​using the Empire’s shadow to cultivate his own war dragons, but he believes that ordinary bloodlines are simply not enough to achieve the plan. It must be the pure blood of the Gem Dragon Clan, and he is willing to sacrifice his people to create the Splendid Valley.”

Ekaterina covered her ears and cried out, "Enough, Mother, stop talking!"

Iyef ignored her and grew paler and paler.

824. My beloved maid outfit

Iyef ignored her and grew paler and paler.

“Manun is our youngest sister, yet she possesses the most vigorous emerald life force. As a mother, she can continuously produce soldiers through certain magical potions, something no one else can do… But I have already firmly rejected Orotanbe, and even Lula and Lilio have expressed their willingness to sacrifice themselves in place of Manun.”

"Pompey?"

Nolan tapped the table. The disaster was finally connected. The figures of the Cataclysmic Dragon Rider and Neptune appeared one after another. The Dark-Curtain Dragon King, who was wandering in the middle, left the Splendid Valley with no choice. In order to revive the dragon race, he had already fallen into madness and become the puppet of the Black Lich and Night Lily.

Meanwhile, the fake Cataclysmic Dragon Rider Commander is currently bathing and recuperating in the lower cabin. The Night Dancer has perfectly completed her mission, and Black Vine and White Dew have finally finished their mission and can get some rest.

Iev nodded and smiled bitterly. "By the time I realized it, Manun had already fallen into the hands of Pompey and Tekolovilon. How could she have imagined that her most beloved brother would hurt her? I never expected that they would even target Manun's daughter. The newborn Emerald Dragon Egg made the plan even more successful, creating batch after batch of powerful dragon beasts. As for what happened after that, you all know."

Manun escaped the Obsidian Empire at great risk, but was driven mad by the potion and became the dragon Pompeii spoke of. He was besieged by various lords, and if he hadn't met Catherine, no one would have known this secret.

“Orotamba always said that Manun and Bianca’s sacrifices were worthwhile, and that success was within reach. At that time, I had no choice. My indulgence led to their deaths. I’m sorry… So please don’t hurt Lura and the others. My people are innocent. I am willing to accept any punishment, even if it means becoming the mother of the Chaos Throne and creating a new dragon army. That’s my only bargaining power.”

The Amethyst Dragon Mother finally uttered those three words, just to buy some breathing space for the dragons. After speaking, Iev slowly rose up, lowered her proud head under the wary gazes of Valentine and Lin, and knelt before the witch to show her submission.

With red eyes, Ekaterina hugged Iev. She didn't speak up for her mother at all, but just looked stubbornly at Nolan. It was rare for the strong-willed princess to show such a vulnerable side, which was heartbreaking.

Nolan did not respond. After all, she was not the biggest victim, and most of the people who really needed to apologize had already left this world in pain. Therefore, the words "I'm sorry" were meaningless and could not change anything.

According to Blington, Orotanbe was a devoted follower of Iyef from childhood, willing to sacrifice everything for her wishes, and the lives of others were of course not a problem. Resentment and humiliation led the dragons down this path.

Nolan waved his hand and said, "I won't do anything to them, but you can no longer leave the Valley of Splendor at will. Although your suggestion is tempting, we can talk about the Mother later. What you need to do now is take good care of Bianca. Oh, right, and me too. I have very strict requirements for maids. From now on, don't expect to get any sleep."

"A maid...?"

Iyef tilted her head, looking somewhat confused. Her delicate face was pure and lovely, but her eyes held a contrasting, powerful desire that would even tempt the gods. She would only be more alluring if she shed her lofty Dragon Mother crown and became a slave.

Nolan stretched and snuggled against his dragon wife's chest, smiling as he said, "It's been a long time since I've seen your casual clothes. That's right, it's your favorite outfit. Let her wear it too. From now on, she's only allowed to wear maid outfits."

"Ah."

Ekaterina was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but smile. The love in her eyes was even more undisguised. Although she hadn't made any requests, Nolan had already made countless concessions for her sake, and she couldn't ask for anything more.

Princess Long's love is fiery and passionate, unlike the dignified and self-restrained Zinora, or the sweet and clingy Messiah. It's not just the Star Songstress and the Elf Queen who are longing for each other after so long; the witch must be having a very hard time tonight.

The dragon maid and her mother left the meeting room to change the clothes for the one who had redeemed herself. The atmosphere in the hall became much more relaxed. They imagined their reunion would be a very pleasing sight, which left the beautiful girl with mixed feelings. She felt as if she had done something unforgivable to the loyal three-faced man, even though she was merely passively accepting it…

Nolan has other plans for the future. Iyef's value is definitely more than that. As long as she lives, the dragons of the Valley of Splendor will behave themselves. Perhaps in the distant future they will be able to raise their heads again, but at this stage it is best to withdraw from the outside world's sight and hide the Valley of Splendor in the depths of the void, a place where no one can find it. This is better for everyone.

The beloved divine messenger and the messenger of light simply watched silently as the witch took her unusual punishment. They were worried but not opposed, and it was precisely because of Nolan's endearing qualities that they felt they could rely on her.

But the Leo Star Envoy and some radical forces in the Free Federation will never give up, which may become a new problem. Hatred only breeds hatred, and Ye Liliu has taken advantage of this to easily manipulate mortals.

"You believe what she says?"

Messiah couldn't help but complain. Before she could even clean her dirty battle dress, she threw herself into Nolan's arms, unwilling to separate for even a second. As a big star representing the free people, she was still a little awkward for a while. So many teachers and students had died at the All-Star Gala because of these despicable guys.

It's not impossible that Iev was lying, using Catherine to seek Nolan's pity, and shifting all blame onto the dead. Of course, neither Orotenbe nor Tecolovy could testify anymore, nor could Pompey.

Chinara, being understanding and able to comprehend the prince's thoughts, sighed and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I can't bear to see my senior sister sad. Let her serve the Throne of Chaos as a servant."

Nolan nodded, took their hands and kissed them. In the end, the most reliable ones were still his three beautiful roommates, not the so-called gatekeepers of purgatory. No matter if they were real or fake, these bad women would never be able to escape this world. The new master's special fetishes would only be more humiliating than those of Blington.

"I guess you're not here to fight the dragons?"

Nolan stretched, looking extremely tired. Following her gaze, everyone looked at the mysterious messenger who remained seated at the edge of the hall.

The apostle of the Temple of Fate removed her divine robes and hat, revealing a delicate face. She was very thin, like a malnourished refugee, and it was difficult to tell her gender without careful observation.

"The entangled cause and effect is the trajectory of fate. I am related to these poor people, yet I am also unrelated to them. It is an honor to meet you here, great messenger of chaos."

825. Eye of Claudia

The mysterious messenger's voice was faint, and the white markings covering his entire face resembled some kind of magic array. His whole body exuded a mysterious aura, and even the fluctuations of his soul were barely perceptible.

Nolan waved his hand and said, "Let's skip the formalities. I prefer to be direct. What do you want from me, and what can you offer me?"

"Don't be so impatient. You have opened up a new future, which is the thread of destiny that we have glimpsed. I, representing the mysterious end of the scales, have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."

The mysterious messenger's seemingly nonsensical words were actually a pretense of mystery. Nolan watched calmly as she continued her performance.

"The goddess of calamity's impulsiveness has brought evil consequences to the world. She has abandoned her duty, and you have spread chaos throughout the world. This is not what we want to see. Today, the balance is off and fate is intertwined. There is no longer a peaceful land in the world, and no one can stay out of it."

The witch sneered, "That is precisely the meaning of my existence. Have you forgotten who I am?"

“Of course not. I would not accuse a Chaos Apostle, but maintaining balance is the responsibility of the Temple of Fate. The end of entropy points to the endless void, which is too boring. Next, I would like to show you something, if you do not mind?”

The Mystic Envoy opened his arms, indicating that physical contact was about to take place. Before anyone could agree, he stepped forward and gently embraced Nolan.

A strange smell emanated from this guy, neither fragrant nor unpleasant, but like some kind of nut. It wasn't unpleasant, and then the silver-haired girl's expression turned strange, as if she had been offended.

Where are you touching?

The Mystic Envoy's hands slowly slid down Nolan's back, brushing past her slender waist without stopping, forcing the Elf Queen to clear her throat in displeasure.

"I apologize, I was fully sensing the traces of fate flowing through you, please forgive me if I offended you."

The other person's smile was eerie, their fingers tracing patterns on the school skirt and running through the witch's legs. They looked utterly lewd, yet their face remained solemn and dignified.

What exactly do you want to do?

Nolan tensed up, sensing the Mystic Envoy's further rudeness. He pressed down on her little head, which was resting against his chest, using all his strength, but he couldn't push her away. She was like a piece of candy stuck to him.

"Please don't move. I just want to see if Sister Caleb Tiffany is still here, and if she's peeking again."

The mysterious messenger suddenly raised his head, runes flashing in his pupils, his consciousness transmitting to the girl's mind through his eyes.

Nolan paused, then said, "It's you."

"It is I, the great destroyer of all realms."

The mysterious messenger continued to carefully explore the witch's body, not missing an inch of skin. Messiah's face turned red, and she almost cursed. The two were whispering sweet nothings to each other like lovers, in an ambiguous manner that aroused envy. The content of their conversation remained unknown to outsiders.

"The halo of truth surrounding you is so strong it's frightening. In my eyes, it's as dazzling as the goddess of fortune herself. Is this some kind of silent protest from Sister Catherine Tiffany? Sister Phimius would rather live like a mortal, grow old, get sick, and die than stay in the Supreme Court any longer. Sister Catherine Tiffany is even forced by her father to stay away from home. What am I supposed to do?"

The person before me is Claudia, who guards one side of the scales of justice, or at least a substitute in whom she has poured a portion of her power. The truth of the three Fates is very mysterious; divine authority itself does not possess any special power and poses no threat whatsoever.

Nolan was no longer surprised by this. From the beginning, the three sisters seemed determined to cling to the Destroyer of All Realms, causing trouble one after another. Kate, who had become the Crystal Guardian, was probably still hiding in St. Lenza as a ghost in the mortal world.

"Did you find it?"

"No, she really doesn't dare to spy on you, so I'm relieved."

Claudia smiled mischievously, reluctantly withdrawing her playful hands, and took a deep breath of the girl's rich scent—her sister's scent.

"Since you're willing to help Sister Fimis get out of this predicament, you probably won't refuse my request, right?"

"That depends on the sincerity you bring. I have to admit that Keller Tiffany has helped me a lot without me even realizing it. Given her loyalty, I will consider granting her wish. And you, what role do you want to play in this family drama?"

Nolan's expression was mocking as she teased the three annoying sisters. The Heavenly Father had still failed to reclaim the Destiny Godhood, and the Hunter God Clan, which had suffered several setbacks, was about to take action. She was very curious about whose apostle her mother would choose to strike first.

"As you can see, I am the least remarkable one in the family, not as powerful as my two older sisters, but I am still somewhat useful. Now that you have broken the gods' prohibition, you can foresee a disaster far surpassing the tide of dragons that is about to befall mortals."

Claudia hugged Nolan tightly, looking pitiful, like a little sister with little presence, representing the scales of fate making a prophecy.

"Strange, aren't you forbidden from revealing anything about the fate of the past, present, and future?"

"This is a very simplistic reasoning, and it has nothing to do with the Fate String. When the gods are no longer supreme, their position becomes precarious. The gods' prohibitions are a cruel barrier between gods and mortals. Now that you have broken the absolute concept of class solidification, mortals are also qualified to enter the Supreme Divine Court. If you were one of those ruthless characters at the top, what would you do?"

"Oh......"

Nolan and Caroldia exchanged a smile, neither of them making it clear. The anxious players would naturally divide into factions and launch a new round of competition, with the winner setting new rules to eliminate dissidents and consolidate their position, just like the Father who eliminated the Night Mother in the War of the Gods. He was no longer one of the three giants, but had become the rules themselves.

Perhaps many people don't understand yet, but when that day comes, everyone will realize what the witch did for the mortal world. She returned the initiative to mortals and tore off the ropes binding the puppet.

The game restarts now, and this chaotic storm has finally drawn in the Supreme Divine Court as well. Those who once looked down upon the audience must now step onto the field themselves, or else get out.

The beautiful goddess king is like a bug, always possessing the final right to interpret the game. Regardless of who wins or loses, the destroyer of all realms can veto it with a single vote.