Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Talion's audacity and arrogance in choosing others to become puppets to bear the truth in order to avoid interference from the will of the gods is nothing short of a contempt for divine authority.

"It's a pity, my incompetent brother has done his best. We'll meet again, Demon Lord. Of course, I won't forget you, Roland. I will hold others accountable for your actions. This time, I will not let you die too easily!"

"godhead!"

Amidst the blizzard came Thrantia's alert shouts. Sure enough, the Scorpion with the human face was charging toward Tess with Talion. Their massive bodies crushed bone spikes and stirred up powerful gusts of air as they tried to reclaim the Core of Truth from the Twin Demons.

Sion immediately abandoned Matilda, his blurry silhouette retreating and projecting, instantly crossing both ends of the battlefield. With a single, sweeping thrust, he broke three of the giant scorpion's legs.

Talion's face darkened. He had no choice but to relinquish the twin divine authority. The giant scorpion limped and crawled sideways, overturning the Midgard Castle and leaping over the walls of the capital to escape into the distance. Just as the Azure Guardian Knight had said, he hadn't come to save the Bone Twins, but merely to inspect his research findings. His true stance might have already transcended race and faction, and he was exploring the truth in a distorted way.

The weakened domain emanating from the Demon God's tail was exceptionally troublesome. No one could be certain that Talion didn't have a second puppet host, so Sion didn't rush to pursue. He still had many powerful enemies to deal with, and the remaining strength of his side was insufficient to keep the Sorrowful Demon God alive.

"I don't need your help."

Behind him, Moonlit Hunter put the two bone heads into his pocket and sneered coldly. The Apostle Killer was the only monster who was not afraid of the Weakness Curse.

Sion curled his lip, his expression mocking as if he hadn't heard anything. He picked up his spear, mounted his horse, and threw himself into the next battle, charging alone into the ranks of the Demon Bear Knights, leaving trails of blood. He longed for another duel with the Duchess, believing that day was not far off.

The fall of the Cherry Orange King before her, and Talion's desertion, all enraged Matilda. The Arctic Snowfield's judgment in choosing allies had always seemed questionable; the Ice Blade Dragon Riders were the prime example. But this time, unlike the Ark, the entire Snowfowl army was stationed in the Azure Province. Even without the Cherry Orange puppets and the Azure garrison, the assassins couldn't possibly escape unscathed.

"Buzz------!"

The horns thundered as a million-strong army stormed the capital and surrounded the Azure Palace. In the meantime, the Iceberg Formation had advanced to the outer walls. The frigid army froze all living things, turning the Evergreen Garden deep within the palace into a frozen wasteland. William and Bowen retreated continuously, finding less and less foothold.

Every mortal has a time of exhaustion, and even demigods are no exception. Sion might be able to escape by relying on the law, but Matilda would never let Thrantia go!

Roland remained calm, as if he had expected this. He stopped Sion's advance again, as killing more Snowmen here would be a waste of energy; their war was over.

“You have just awakened, and your connection with the realm of the dead is still very weak. Leave this to me; you can leave now.”

After a brief moment in the mortal realm, Sion nodded slightly and returned to Serantia's side to help her tear apart the blizzard. Killing the Bone Demon God was not easy, and they both suffered varying degrees of depletion.

The blizzard swept across the land, and in the blink of an eye, the Azure Capital was transformed into a silvery-white world. The harsh winter was eroding the enemy's strength and morale, and only the dead remained unmoved.

Blue crystal hailstones fell like meteors, bombarding the royal court. A pair of icy blue eyes in the sky stared intently down below. Anyone who showed signs of fatigue would be subjected to an extreme cold curse. The Snow Maiden's soul seemed inexhaustible, and repelling Seria had no effect on her condition whatsoever.

"What a terrifying guy."

Serantia's lips were pale as she muttered curses at her little darling for being so meddlesome. The gods' prohibitions were like shackles placed around everyone's necks by the Father, and the first god to break free of these shackles had undergone a qualitative transformation. In their previous encounters, she had found it difficult to judge Matilda's true strength.

Sion glanced at William and Bowen in the distance. The strong warrior Oro was still holding his own against three opponents, slowly gaining the upper hand by drawing on the power of the cold through his icy bloodline.

“Matilda has blocked the spatial coordinates. I can only break through the rift and take one person with me at most, but can you really handle it alone?”

Despite Roland's resolute stance, everyone else, including Tess, was skeptical of Ghost Rider's words. How could they possibly fight against the Ice Witch who controlled the Midnight Snowfield without a powerful army like the Evil Army?

With the iceberg formation pressing in front, Roland simply strolled through the snow, the ghostly green light once again enveloping his body. The dragon spear and warhorse had been returned to the Demon Lord, and now only he remained.

"I will never be alone."

860. His legend continues to be written.

"I will never be alone."

As the man spoke, he opened his arms and whispered into the wind and snow, "Ruined King, indomitable warrior, heed my command, rise, grip your weapons once more, and defend your homeland!"

A ghostly light enveloped the entire capital. Roland's body trembled violently, but his eyes became even more resolute. A moment later, the Snow Maiden in the sky suddenly narrowed her pupils and felt a familiar tremor. Looking back, she saw many ghostly figures behind the legion. The Azure Guards and Cherry Orange Warriors who had fallen earlier slowly got up, their eyes empty and their breaths gone, but the heavy death aura sent chills down one's spine.

"what?!"

The puppets who were buried with the Cherry Orange King due to a soul curse died with resentment and humiliation, but were reborn here after signing a revenge contract with the Ferryman and joining the army of the dead.

Sion squinted, admiring inwardly. When an ace is in the hands of such a terrifying man, it becomes the most terrifying weapon in the world. Roland foresaw this moment. From the moment the White Bone Demon God fell, he had already won. Even the Demon Lord was forced to become a decisive move on the chessboard, killing the Demon God.

"Why...why did it have to come to this...?"

Tess's lips moved as she watched two incomplete, crystalline skeletons crawl out of the ruins. The broken, immortal body of the Cherry Orange King emerged from the bone dust, Haron pieced his fragmented body back together, and Hani stood silently behind Roland, holding his severed head.

Even Emperor Taphus, who had only recently died, was convulsing violently, emitting shrill howls. He opened his blood-red eyes, his last memory being the traitor's blade, and his cold, mangled body was now filled only with resentment and rage.

After they die, everything they had in life becomes unimportant. Their only obsession becomes the reason for accepting the contract, allowing Roland to control them, and they will try to survive even if there is only a sliver of a chance!

The demonic bear roared, and war broke out again. The army of the dead surged into the central city like a tide. They were disorganized and their formations were chaotic, but they were a group of monsters who were not afraid of death. Their remaining memories and fighting instincts made the evil spirits even more troublesome than when they were alive.

The army of the dead interrupted the sorcerers' spellcasting from the rear, halting the advance of the iceberg formation. The snowmen suppressed their panic amidst cries and formed an iceberg fortress centered on the blizzard.

Boom!

The Bone Forest rose again from the Azure Palace. Although the truth was stripped away, the Twin Dukes still retained a part of the cursed laws. Giant bone spikes pierced through hundreds of knights, and a verdant wind timely dispersed the snow. A strong storm surged from the body of the agonizingly wailing Tafus, as the ghostly power from the realm of the dead replenished his parched body.

The polar day snowfield clearly underestimated this group of avengers from the Holy Alliance. The addition of the Azure King and the Cherry Blossom King put considerable pressure on the Snow Witch. The Snow People's previously high morale was cut off. Anyone who witnessed this terrifying scene would find it hard not to be afraid. Even the brave warrior Oro was trembling as if he had seen a ghost.

At this moment, a dangerous glint flashed in Serantia's eyes as she turned to Tess. Her purpose had always been clear, and she was in no hurry to leave this dangerous situation.

"You can give it a try."

Tess curled her lips into a smirk, her gaze defiant and fearless. She knew what Serantia wanted, but so what?

The atmosphere between the two was tense. Xi Weng sighed and gently stroked the skeleton of the unicorn. Such a strange and awkward scene was rare. The only thing that could excite him was the battlefield. Being able to rewrite history with his own hands with his dying body was already a blessing from the gods. Nothing else mattered.

Roland's eyes shone with a terrifying green light, like a messenger standing on the boundary between life and death, constantly guiding evil spirits to resurrect and forcibly driving some weak souls to serve the army of the dead again. Every fallen Snowman would be forced to raise his weapon against his own people, which made the enemy even more terrified.

Although the person remained silent, their cold eyes conveyed a dangerous signal, seemingly reminding him of what the Demon King owed them.

Serantia glanced at Sion, biting her finger like a little girl who had lost her beloved doll, and finally roared, "Damn it, damn it, damn it! Take your spoils and get out of here! You won't be so lucky next time, and I'll take them back with my own hands sooner or later!"

"I'm waiting for you."

Tess scoffed, clenched her fists, took one last look at Roland's retreating figure, and then gradually dissolved into mist, disappearing into the night.

With the White Demon God gone, there was nothing left in the Azure Province for the Demon Goddess to linger on. Sion and Roland exchanged glances and nodded to each other as a farewell. Serantia could only grimly accept the loyal dog's hand and mount her warhorse. The neighing skeletal unicorn reared up and galloped across the fault lines and spatial rifts.

Blood stained the snowflakes and froze into ice. The desolate battlefield was cold and gloomy, with only endless dead souls destroying the life in the winter. Emperor William raised his battle axe, spat, and hesitated, "They won't give up the Azure Province. Are we really going to waste our time here with these barbarians?"

Roland's eyes dimmed, as if he had exhausted his strength, but he still did not intend to stop. "Let them come. Whether it's the Revolutionary Army or the Polar Snowfield, no living person can step into the forbidden zone of life. From now on, Azure Province is the domain of the dead, our first line of defense against the conquerors."

Archbishop Barbor sighed slightly. Their last wish had come to an end, but the contract was not yet over. Although it was a regret that they could not keep Talion, they no longer had any obligations or responsibilities to the human race.

"Besides, no one knows his territory better than him, right, Azure King?"

Bowen's sneer reminded William of something, and he was instantly enraged. King Huangyan threw aside a demonic bear and unleashed a powerful slam, stomping the struggling Emperor Tafus into the snow. He then proceeded to pound the weakened, broken king with punch after punch.

"Hey, welcome to the team! Savor all the suffering I went through before I died, you scum!"

Roland had no time to concern himself with the personal grudges of the two fallen monarchs. He simply stepped onto the palace walls with the help of the Cherry Blossom Twins. Whether it was for atonement or for some other reason, the former apostle of the devil could no longer defy death.

Bowen landed on his griffin beside the three of them, and after a long silence, asked, "You haven't said a single word to her?"

"........"

Roland didn't react, so Bowen took off his helmet and asked again, "You haven't said a single word to her?"

Are you a parrot?

Roland gave a self-deprecating laugh. He didn't want Tess to see this, but fate seemed to be playing tricks on them.

Bowen rolled his eyes, pulled out a bloody steak and fed it to his beloved mount. It was unclear whether he was feeling sorry for Tess or for their three poor daughters. Perhaps his emotions were too rich for a dead man.

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The hatred of national subjugation was etched into his heart. Emperor William went mad and hunted down the Cherry Twins, but Haron and Honey skillfully evaded him. Tavers was not so lucky. His already weak body was brutally beaten by William's heavy punches, and in the end, his head was twisted off.

Nevertheless, the Azure King's lips continued to move. He slowly got up, picked up his head and put it back, and sneered, "If it happened again, I would still abandon you without hesitation, you fool!"

You won't get a second chance!

Bowen said disdainfully, "You really intend to let these old fogies continue working together? I don't think that's a good idea."

“They cannot defy me, and this power is far from enough. I have many more old friends to awaken.”

The mark of the dead deep within Roland's pupils flickered in and out of sight. At this point, the army of the dead had begun to take shape. From now on, whether the Holy Alliance could be reborn was no longer their concern. The Dark Watchers' true enemy came from another world.

Emperor Tavers' eyes were bloodshot, filled with a chilling resentment. His gaze swept across the faces of his former adversaries, seemingly unconcerned about their motives, and he spoke directly, "Where is Dalton?!"

"Anyway, he's not among us, so giving that kind of trash a few more lives wouldn't make a difference."

Bowen's sarcasm actually relieved the Azure King. He quickly understood his situation, but his gaze toward Roland was extremely complicated. Emperor Tafus's eyes were sinister, and he growled in a low voice, "Roland, I have nothing to say this time because of my stupidity, but Talion must be buried with me!"

Taufos's vengeful rage against Talion had surpassed everything else, which was also within Roland's expectations. The group exchanged glances and reached a silent consensus without speaking.

No one knows the Azure Province better than the cunning old king. Now that the army of the dead has broken away from the Evil Slaughter Army and the Abyss, as long as the Snow People are driven out, a new war zone can be created, a kingdom that belongs only to the dead.

The blizzard destroyed the vitality of the Azure Capital. Even though the Ice Mountain Battle Formation was still powerful against the endless evil spirits, both sides knew that this clash could not last long and that continuing it would only add new strength to the army of the dead.

The dead of winter is a paradise for cold-blooded creatures. No one noticed the two players in a secluded old house in the city. They did not participate in the battle themselves, but silently watched this dangerous and fierce battle that might affect the future of the entire game.

"Absolutely brilliant. Ye Liliu must be very proud. The deformed creatures she nurtured far surpass the creations of the Ark."

The Chaos Knight, clad in heavy black armor, offered unreserved praise, his words carrying an air of detached detachment, leaving the obedient and quiet Pale Lady beside him completely bewildered.

Night Mother has always been a treacherous and ruthless woman. If her pawns are scattered throughout the middle world, then Roland must be the absolute trump card hidden deep within them. The man who fell in despair but climbed back to the top with destiny on his back will become the new embodiment of fear.

The Father selected many highly promising advanced alien species from the past anima archives, all to perfect his evolutionary blueprint and create perfect beings. In the end, however, he was no match for a flawed inferior human. Endless despair and mad obsession will push that monster to the throne of God.

In any case, Roland will not return the Azure Province to the Holy Alliance.

"You... really don't intend to stop them? Leaving aside the Eight Pillars, once Father God has collected enough truth, he might very well..."

The pale lady, dressed in snow-white down, had a delicate and youthful yet beautiful figure. It was hard to imagine that she was the same old, aged ice goddess of the past. The breaking of the gods' ban also saved the ambitious man who descended to earth, and the source of faith from the Supreme Divine Court could now freely enter the mortal world and be infused into this immortal divine body.

"Why should I stop you? Do you think I'm afraid of the Father or no match for the Mother of Night?"

"Of course not!"

The pale lady bowed her head in fear. Even a goddess descended to earth would not dare to show the slightest disrespect in front of that great man. Her gratitude was genuine, but her feigned humility was not necessarily true. After all, the goddess of ice and snow was only ranked last among the main gods, and her power was not even comparable to that of a divine overlord like the Holy Mother of Light. Every move she made was subject to the constraints of the Heavenly Father.

“I know what you’re thinking. If you’re really confident, you can try it yourself, but you don’t dare.”

The Black Knight smiled and vanished into the void. The performance had not disappointed her at all, but she had other things to do, namely, to visit a lovely patient.

The pale lady stood alone, her face alternating between pale and flushed, her eyes darting around as she tried to discern Nolan's true stance. After all, the relationship between her and the strange creatures below was delicate, and she ultimately restrained a strong impulse.

If the Abyss Demon King and the Demon Overlord can be eliminated, Huangyan Province will fall into our hands, and taking over the Holy Alliance will naturally not be a problem. However, cooperating with the devil has both benefits and risks. Compared with behemoths like the Savage Beast Territory and the Obsidian Empire, the Polar Snowfield is still too weak, not even a divine kingdom. Entering the game too early will only result in cannon fodder. The last guy who openly descended to the mortal world to start the divine war had a very tragic end.

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In the Galactic Plane, the capital of the Federation, the White Tower City, watched over by the stars, remained as prosperous as ever. However, the bad news of the Star Festival seemed to have dampened the carefree smiles on the faces of passersby. The disaster in Rhine City had become a painful scar on the hearts of the free people.

At the top of the White Tower, in the western corridor of the Sanctuary of Stars, a thin elf in a white hospital gown leaned against the window, gazing into the distance. Her pure, unadorned face held a forlorn expression. The Night Elf's dull skin did not diminish the respectful gazes of the passing servants. The Libra Star Envoy now held the highest prestige among the twelve Star Envoys, even surpassing the Commander-in-Chief of the Astral Warband. Her awakening was the best news the Federation had recently received.