Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"Old Master Xi!"

The skeletal behemoth roared in terror, but it was unable to break free from the control of several powerful figures. The Moonlit Hunter's blade was deeply embedded in its bones, about to sever its head!

"Demon Warrior!?"

Talion's face was deathly pale, indistinguishable from the vengeful dead. "How is this possible! How many souls would you have to sacrifice to Death to bring a demigod back to the world?!"

This man was born for the battlefield. He had violated the gods' prohibitions in his lifetime. Now that he possesses the truth of shrinking the earth with the mark of the dead, he is bound to be even more terrifying. He is simply not comparable to the likes of William the Great and Archbishop Barbour!

What do you think I've been doing all this time?

Roland stared into Sion's eyes, while Sion looked at his much-changed old rival with a strange expression. They had never imagined fighting side by side in this way. Neither spoke, yet they could guess each other's thoughts, and then both looked at Talion, their most formidable enemy.

857. Reunited on the Night of Prophecy

The reunion on the night of prophecy is proven true. The two who should have died return to the battlefield in different identities, but Tess's eyes show no joy, only heartbreak. Roland escaped the curse, but her curse continues.

Sion stretched his shoulders, feeling the wonder of his evil spirit body. From that day on, his consciousness felt as if it had been dragged to the bottom of the sea, but now Roland had retrieved it. His once riddled body had been repaired by the power of the dead, becoming stronger than before, even surpassing the pinnacle of the extraordinary realm. He felt the call of truth and was no longer restricted by the gods' prohibitions.

"Lord William, Archbishop Barbour, Mr. Bowen, and the Duchess... What a wonderful sight! Although I don't know what you're all doing, I guess you're all in the same boat now. We've been sleeping for far too long as losers. This stage is far too grand for our comeback. Let it be our apology to our King."

The Demon Lord's cold eyes swept over the many unusual figures, including fallen human warriors who had been defeated by him, and terrifying god hunters who had personally shattered their own myths. At this moment, they stood on the same side as the still beautiful Abyss Demon King, and were somewhat astonished to see such an incongruous battlefield upon waking up.

The appearance of that man filled Serantia with extreme excitement. The demon girl stared at the wary blue-clad guardian knight and laughed wildly, "Let's save our reminiscing for later, my demon warrior, kill this false demon for me and strip it of its divinity!"

"I accept the order."

Sion murmured to himself, the crimson dragon spear spinning and dancing in his hands. The nostalgic scent of blood fueled his fighting spirit, and an overwhelming battle intent surged towards Talion. "Are you ready? I'm going!"

"Well!"

Talion's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't even have time to manipulate the giant scorpion with human faces to retreat to his vulnerable body. When he heard the last word come out of Sion's mouth, blood had already exploded from his ribs. His extraordinary saintly soul was completely defenseless, like a piece of white paper that was easily pierced by the spear tip!

Sion's blurry figure appeared instantly beside Talion, traversing countless rifts in space. Every shot he made was a precise sniper kill. As he brushed past Talion, his eyes widened in horror. The dragon spear appeared almost instantly, aimed at his heart, narrowly missing his ribs. Had he not been alert, his heart would have been pierced.

The white demon colossus roared and stood upright, its tail swaying as it released a weakening aura around its master. However, Sion had already disappeared again, gracefully retreating with a few short steps, stepping onto the top of the azure throne, and then flipping back onto the skeletal unicorn's back.

Talion touched his ribs; the blood was still crimson. As he had said, he was still just a fragile human. Sweating profusely, he decisively abandoned Roland and Serantia, focusing all his attention on the man. Even the Sorrowful Magic Light could not match the man's astonishing speed.

"What kind of monster are you...?"

"I've become rusty."

Sion sighed slightly, feeling somewhat disappointed that his attack had failed. His combat instincts were not as sharp as before. He hovered high in the sky, scrutinizing Talion hiding behind the devil, and sneered, "Your divine authority is all show and no substance, utterly lacking in the power of truth. It's very disappointing."

"Is that so? Then I'll show you what truth really is!"

Talion believed he had transcended mortals, losing his humanity but lacking divinity; the gods were merely pawns he manipulated. Now, mocked, he retaliated in a rage, controlling the giant scorpion with human faces to whip its tail in place. The white curse spread like a plague, forcing Roland and Sion to retreat further, as no one wanted to be tainted by the weakened truth.

"That's all there is to it."

Xi Weng curled his lips. Distance had never been an obstacle for him. He spun the dragon spear in his hand, then rested it on his left arm as if aiming. Ghostly green light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, his vision distorted. The spatial barrier was compressed and folded by him, revealing a gap that only one person could see.

"Instant Hell!"

The moment the wind stopped, a loud explosion erupted from the palace ruins. Muffled thuds came from all directions, as if the entire plane had been brutally pierced by this shot. The eerie green ray appeared and disappeared, difficult to catch. The scene in Talion's eyes was even more terrifying. The distorted space changed like a kaleidoscope. The trajectory of that unpredictable ray flashed thousands of times in the blink of an eye, finally reaching him and piercing through the giant scorpion's face!

The white demon's body swung wildly backward, as if it had been blasted away by a heavy hammer, its terrifying head shattered into pieces.

"Aww-------!"

The wretched golem raged and shattered the seven-colored light curtain at the edge of the palace. A god without an immortal body is like a believer without a temple; divine power with nowhere to be worshipped is merely a facade.

The Demon Lord was, after all, a perfect vessel secretly cultivated by the White Demon God. He repeatedly achieved the re-creation of truth that only the chosen ones could do with the will of mortals, and evolved the Law of Shrinking the Earth to its extreme. He was the strongest apostle of the Instant Prison Demon God.

Sion's power remained as strong as ever, but the situation had not improved. Serantia frowned slightly and turned to look at the palace gates, where a powerful aura was approaching.

The rainbow coffin, already teetering on the brink of collapse, suddenly faced internal and external pressures and could hardly withstand the firepower of the battle. It disintegrated into pieces of light dust scattered all over the ground. At the same time, a chill swept in, a white world invaded the palace, and someone intervened in the chaos with the force of an avalanche. Frost and snow swept through the bone forest.

A gust of cold wind blasted Selene into the room. She rolled over a few times, her face haggard. When she finally managed to get up, the right side of her body, which was gripping the Dragon Eye Staff, was frozen solid. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, and she could no longer withstand the fierce attacks of Wufor Oro and Matilda. The time required for the planned attack had also far exceeded expectations.

Selene turned around with difficulty, and the situation before her was extremely pessimistic. The Cherry Twins and Tess were locked in a stalemate in the Bone Forest, the Demon Lord was fighting with an unknown monster, and the group of lifeless companions were even more astonishing.

"Prince Huangyan! My God, that's... Marshal Roland?"

This time it was Celimoni's turn to be dumbfounded. She had no idea that the interior of the rainbow coffin was so complicated. For a moment, she even thought she was dead and hallucinating, after all, so many dead people were jumping around right in front of her!

Boom!

Serantia had no time to care about anyone else. The blizzard raged through the azure palace, and she was the first target. The cold wind cut through the floor tiles like a sharp blade. Benefiting from the divine power of the Ice Temple, Matilda felt increasingly oppressed.

"how so......."

Selene rubbed her eyes, and after confirming that what she was seeing was not a hallucination, she was shocked. She did not notice the roaring chariot behind her. The Snowman's First Warrior, Oro, hugged a siege boulder and crashed into the city wall!

Just as the boulder was about to crush Selene, a soft halo suddenly enveloped her frozen body, and she was transported to the ruins of the central courtyard by spatial displacement.

858. My awareness is above yours.

Just as the boulder was about to crush Selene, a soft halo suddenly enveloped her frozen body. The space shifted, and she was transported to the ruins of the central courtyard. Standing before her was an old man in black robes. The long suppression had exhausted a lot of the Rainbow Archbishop's soul, and his aura was very weak. He forced a smile, but his pale and cold face looked somewhat eerie.

"Lord Barbor, what's wrong...?"

Celimoni looked up, her voice trembling, and immediately recognized the revered elder of the Septim Church. Barbor waved his hand and said softly, "Now is not the time to ask questions. You will know everything in time. Go, Celimoni. You have done well. We don't need you here anymore. I died with the light of the elements, giving everything for the goddess. Now I have a new mission, but your mission is not over yet!"

Selene shook her head, gradually recovering from her shock, and remembered her arduous mission.

"But my mission is..."

"Trust me, trust Bowen, trust William, and most importantly, trust Roland. Today, we will surely slay the Cherry Blossom Twins here!"

Barbor turned around resolutely, and his frail body immediately squeezed out more souls. More elemental chains stretched out from the depths of the earth, binding the claws and teeth of the skeletal behemoth and rendering Haron unable to move.

Sion's attacks tore at the giant scorpion's shell inch by inch, ignoring the Weakness Curse. This made Talion increasingly irritable. He never thought that the troublesome Truth of the White Demon God Instant Prison would one day become his most troublesome enemy. A false god was ultimately struggling to fight a genuine demigod.

Roland's goal has been achieved. His long-term plan was for this day, to eradicate the malignant tumor parasitizing the Holy Alliance!

Roland ignored Matilda's scolding and Sion's sneer. She walked step by step into the Bone Forest and finally stood in front of the Cherry Blossom Twins, gazing into Honey's eyes.

"Roar!"

Bowen and William were suppressing the spikes of the skeletal behemoth on either side, and elemental chains were wrapped around Haron's entire body. He had no strength left to help his sister, and his frantic roars only made his wounds tear further.

Honey was firmly controlled by Tess, her petite body mostly submerged in the ink pool, her bones slowly melting away. Her beautiful face was filled with fear, and the Hunter's Chain Blade was deeply embedded in her neck, but what seeped out was not the crimson blood of humans; her body had already been possessed by a demon.

"Well!"

Roland remained expressionless, stepping on Hani's head and pulling his hair even harder into the chain blade. Killing a god was not an easy task, especially destroying an immortal god's body, but the God Hunter Clan could do it.

Tess bit her lip, neither relaxing nor speaking, simply watching coldly as everything unfolded before her. In the end, they had not escaped the prophecy, and that man was no longer the Duke of Destruction of Morningstar City.

Crackles appeared on Honey's body, like a piece of exquisite porcelain being forcibly crushed. She struggled to open her red lips, but her chin fell into Roland's hand, his iron wrist gripping the white bone and sharp teeth tightly.

"No one can save you, not your devil, not your brother, not your master, not anyone, because His enlightenment is above yours."

Roland looked into Honey's eyes and led her to her doom, bit by bit. From the moment he was resurrected, he knew that humanity was terminally ill and that the malaria in the City of Sin was deeply entrenched. To save the Holy Alliance, he had to become something more powerful and terrifying. For this, he was willing to side with demons and transform into a monster with the help of the Night Mother and the God of Death. Only in that way could he protect everything.

"Mere ants!"

The struggles of the Cherry Blossom Twins grew increasingly futile, and the ink surge of the Moonlit Hunter was like a virus, equally deadly to the gods.

"Humans are indeed weak, possessing the flaws of all races. We may fail, but we will never give up hope. You are different, devil. We can lose a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, but gods only have one chance. Just one mistake, just one, and I will surely drag you down from your pedestal. Remember this!"

"Mother! Save me! Father, I admit I was wrong, no, you can't do this to me, I am..."

Hani watched in horror as the chain blade tightened, her delicate body trembling violently, until with a "crack," the white skeletal skull separated from the immortal god's body and rolled onto the floor.

The eyes of the Cherry Orange King lost their luster, and his divine body turned into a pile of crystalline white bones. The two Bone Demon Gods coexisted, and the Haron Beast faded in color, losing all its power. It was blasted into several pieces by the enraged Emperor William. The Bone Forest collapsed with a crash, weathering and scattering, revealing two milky white fluids shining from the bone heads.

The awakened White Demon God fell again before returning to his throne, shattering the inviolable myth. This may be the first confrontation between mortals and gods after the gods' prohibition was broken, and no one knows how much turmoil it will cause.

But the evil spirit that killed the god did it as if it were a trivial matter. Roland gently crushed the bone fragments in his hand, did not even look at the divine authority core of the White Demon God, and returned to the battlefield with the Yellow Rock King and the Griffin Commander. Their anger had not subsided and would never be extinguished until all traitors were swept away!

"you......."

Tess opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her faint call was drowned out by the cold wind. Her hand that had been holding on slowly lowered. She knew that man too well; no one could stop him from doing what he wanted.

The fierce battle in the Midgard continued. Sion frequently slipped into the rift space, his figure always difficult to catch. Unaffected by the Weakness Domain, he was the only one who could still get close to the Sorrowful Demon God. Talion was not stupid, though. He decisively entered the White Demon Golem's body to prevent the Demon Lord from taking advantage of the situation, and then joined forces with the Snow Maiden to suppress Serantia.

Even if Sion, with his demigod body, were to completely defeat the Human-Faced Scorpion, it would be very difficult. Since the Azure Guardian Knight is not a vessel, there must be other vessels that carry the truth of the demon god. The only way to end the battle quickly is to find him and destroy him!

The warrior Oro, carrying a massive siege stone, savagely smashed it down. His strength seemed inexhaustible, almost leveling the King's Garden. Just as he found Archbishop Barbor's hiding place, a storm hammer fell from the sky and struck him squarely in the chest. Oro was dizzy and disoriented. He got up and shook his head, only to see a heavily armored warrior covered in rock armor crashing into him through the dust.

boom!

Emperor William roared and charged toward the warrior Oro. The two brutes clashed, and the intense fluctuations of their souls made the emperor tremble.

The decapitation order of the White Bone Twins broke the curse on the souls, and the Azure Guards and Cherry Orange Warriors who attacked the palace fell to the ground and fell into a coma. The threat of the Demon God Puppet was temporarily relieved, but the army of the Polar Day Snowfield continued to pour into the Azure Capital, and the Demon Bear Knights trampled the royal city on the wind and snow.

859. Extreme Cold Forbidden Spell

The Ice Witch hovered in the center of the Blizzard Eye. Matilda glanced at Oro, who was being attacked by three powerful evil spirits, and frowned slightly. Although she noticed the unfavorable situation, the key to securing victory was still the Demon King.

"The frigid is not known for its violence; the icy plains always bid farewell with silence!"

A cold incantation escaped Matilda's lips, and frost runes rained down, clinging to every snowflake. The runes amplified the avalanche's power, overwhelming Serantia. The Necrotic Demon God was mired in a weakening curse, and the black electric thorns grew increasingly powerless. The enraged demon girl was instantly overwhelmed.

"Humph!"

Of course, Sion wouldn't let the enemy succeed so easily. The crimson light of his dragon spear, along with the ghostly glow of the dead, roared and darted through the courtyard. One second it was galloping across the central courtyard, and the next it instantly broke through the spatial barrier and arrived in front of Matilda. The sharp spear pierced the witch's heart!

The Snow Goddess remained unmoved, for the demonic spear had not touched her at all. Large sections of the scene in front of Sion peeled away, turning into flakes of white snow. Clearly, only a mirror had been destroyed. At the same time, countless ice crystal mirrors appeared around him, confusing the Demon Lord's judgment and making it difficult to discern Matilda's true form.

"How did things turn out like this?"

Selene leaned on her staff, utterly bewildered. With the collapse of the Bone Forest, this unprepared adventure had undoubtedly been a success. While she felt relieved, she was also filled with worry. However, Archbishop Barbor was adamant. She had already lost her fighting ability and would only be a burden if she stayed. So she gritted her teeth and, taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, tore open the teleportation scroll and left this vortex of revenge.

Just as Xuemin gained an absolute advantage, Talion's expression changed. The avatar of the Grief Demon God began to dissolve, and the weakened domain shrouded in demonic light was slowly shrinking. The consumption of this battle was too great, far exceeding his expectations, and the container he had prepared was about to give way.

"What a useless piece of trash!"

Talion leaped off the giant scorpion's back, and at the same time, the shattered head of the human-faced scorpion writhed and spat out a naked man covered in sticky mucus. He was breathing weakly and was about to die, having exhausted all his life force. Barbor was shocked, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

"Tavers!"

Roland and William were also stunned. The Azure King was still alive, but it seemed he wouldn't live much longer.