Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The Radiant Bird guards the Tower of Light, constantly radiating blazing holy light. Not only did the Temple of Love and Wisdom fail to conquer the Holy Radiance Continent, but it also unexpectedly lost a Thunder Hunter. Almost simultaneously, the interdimensional secret communication channel fell silent, without any response. Apart from a large-scale spacetime blockade spell, there was only one possibility.

The entire army in the Wilderness Plane was wiped out...

Soon after, news from the temple hall plunged the army's morale to rock bottom. The mark left by the benevolent god had completely disappeared. In the fragments of his vision, the last image he captured before his death was a lightforged warrior, the runes echoing with dazzling light, a divine power of judgment unheard of in the mortal world.

No wonder the Holy Temple garrison on the Holy Radiance Continent did not retaliate; their focus was on annihilating the main force of the legion on the other side. The Beloved Divine Envoy had no choice but to convene an emergency meeting with the Thunder Hunting Grounds and the Temple of Destiny, and decisively withdrew from the Holy Radiance Continent to redeploy the battle lines.

The news of the Holy Mother of Light joining the war spread throughout the world in an instant. She is the first deity in a thousand years to fully manifest herself in the mortal world. Unlike the evil demons who instigated the last divine war, the Valkyrie of the Father is conveying the wrath of the Supreme Divine Court and declaring war on all traitors who dare to disobey the Father's will.

.......

The morning sun shone brightly in Avalon. The initial celebrations of victory gradually subsided, and the liberated human people rebuilt the Holy Alliance under the new order, slowly restoring various channels between the major provinces. Everything was moving in a positive direction.

The seven most prominent and luxurious palaces in the Upper City were demolished first under the orders of the Blue Shield Duke. The Revolutionary Army respected the long-standing traditions of other friendly nobles but denied their actual power. All policies concerning the future will be communicated to the Platinum Palace for joint decision-making by the lords' representatives elected from various planes.

Watching his territory shrink every day, King Garlu's heart was bleeding, but he dared not complain. Whether in the past or in the future, he was a dispensable figure at the round table. He was able to continue enjoying the rest of his life peacefully thanks to his bloated wife's successful "investment".

Last night, the Archbishop of Rainbow, burdened with a heavy mission, returned with good news, which greatly excited Heloise and Youli. However, Lockrean seemed to already know the outcome and told Selimoni to get a good night's rest before returning to the Round Table.

At this moment, the leaders at the round table exchanged glances. The devil's conspiracy was a secret that was inconvenient to mention. Going back to the past would not help the Holy Alliance, which had been reborn from the ashes, and the people had no need to know about these dirty deeds. Therefore, the three dukes remained silent and waited quietly for Selimoni to speak. They all knew that the secret plan of cooperation between adventure and the abyss had succeeded, and that was enough.

In fact, Selene felt that her role in the matter was negligible, and in the end she was unable to delay Matilda for long. The man who should have been asleep gave everything for her, even sacrificing his soul to become an evil spirit. Even if he had gone to the Azure Palace alone, the Bone Twins would definitely not have survived.

Lockrean squinted, his smile warm. "What did you see there?"

"Sigh, I've seen too much. Where should I begin? Harlan and Honey, or that madman Talion?"

Selene scratched her fiery red hair in frustration. She glanced at the nonchalant Heloise and instinctively knew that this was what her sister had always wanted to say but dared not. Damn it, she never dreamed she would see Archbishop Barbor and William the Great again!

This may have been the last thing Roland did for the Holy Alliance, but his sacrifice and great deeds were destined to remain unsung by bards, or even known to anyone else...

And then there's Sion, the true ruler of evil, who has returned and remains everyone's nightmare.

Why did things turn out this way? Celimoni couldn't sleep all night, her dark circles making her heart ache. It wasn't until the sun rose again that she gradually understood some of the problems that had been bothering her. But she couldn't say it, and she shouldn't say it, for Roland's sake, and for the sake of those who cared about him and those he cared about. But secrets can suffocate a person.

A series of heavy footsteps saved Ceremony just in time. Someone knocked on the door of the council hall. The Blue Shield Duke straightened his expression and acted as if nothing was wrong, but the people at the round table who knew the truth immediately changed their expressions.

"Please come in."

The meeting was interrupted by a Nash giant who had to stoop as he entered the room, loudly announcing his impending departure, and only a few people could understand his savage language.

After speaking, the giant turned and left, not caring about the thoughts of the dwarves, nor did he seem to understand the concept of politeness. The commander of the Dragon Riders had just received an urgent order that the Iron Dragon Riders' assistance was to end. This was not good news, but the Obsidian Empire was also in a precarious situation and might one day need the help of the Revolutionary Army.

870. Replace

"The beasts have won."

Lord Youli frowned and translated the giant's words to the others. Just as most people had predicted, although the Star Cluster had gathered the Federation's strongest plane lords, they were still no match for the beast horde, and the Ark was about to fall into Antonio's hands.

Once the beast horde has secured its position in the higher plane, its next target will be the Dark Empire. The clash between the two savage overlords will never cease until a victor emerges. Now that the Obsidian Emperor's whereabouts are unknown, many people want to test whether the Iron Black Prince is qualified to take over Dragonsleep Volcano.

The focus of the roundtable discussion returned to how to reclaim the seven provinces. The Abyss was a threat that could not be ignored, but the mess left by the Cherry Orange Province and the Azure Province was also considerable. Discussions were held on how to expel the Snowman Red Lotus King and the Blue Shield King.

Selene breathed a sigh of relief; at least her secret could be put on hold for a while. However, she didn't believe the Revolutionary Army was currently capable of reshaping the seven major factions of the Holy Alliance. Regardless of whether the Snowmen or the Evil Spirits would prevail, Selene didn't want to encounter Roland on the battlefield. That man was now even more terrifying than the Demon Lord, especially since his opponents included Archbishop Barbor and Emperor William the Great, and possibly even the Cherry Twins and Emperor Tafus. Just imagining it was terrifying.

The news of the Holy Mother of Light's appearance was not ignored by everyone. The Temple of Love and Wisdom, together with the Thunder Hunting Grounds and the Temple of Destiny, were still repelled by the Holy Light. The human leaders had different attitudes towards this.

What the Revolutionary Army needs most right now are allies, not enemies. The Chaotic Throne would have been the best choice, but unfortunately, the Witch has no affection for the Holy Alliance and only shows special favor to Duke Youli.

In such a solemn and formal setting, Heroines was smoking a pipe, her sexy red lips puffing out clouds of smoke. This made the Prince of Zitan and the Prince of Landun roll their eyes, but they didn't dare to complain. After all, this brave and beautiful empress was the last elder at the round table, and the other young people were nothing more than a group of children in her eyes.

"A god has descended upon the world... At this point, I wouldn't be surprised by anything that happens, Lockrean. What do you think this means?"

His Highness the Holy Son had his eyes closed, as if he were asleep, and had not expressed any opinion until then. Suddenly, he got up, grabbed Heloise's pipe and threw it out the window. The Crimson Lotus King was stunned on the spot, while Celimoni secretly curled the corners of her mouth.

"This means the game has begun."

Lockray waved his hand while covering his nose, seemingly having endured the strange odor for a long time, which made the others chuckle even more. "This fragile world, which is only a few thousand years old, has officially entered the countdown to chaos, until all the players fall, or a new victor is born."

"......"

皱眉

With his hands behind his back, Lockrean paced slowly around the round table inscribed with the emblems of the seven human emperors, muttering to himself, "You may not understand what the mad Miss Nolan did on the Ark to successfully stop the dragon tide, but His Majesty Antonio knows, Lord Vessalius knows, every apostle of the divine kingdom knows, and the gods... of course, know as well."

Selene nodded. "She broke the balance, and some people couldn't hold back. The Ice Temple, represented by Matilda, is the best example. Now, the Temple of Light is also responding strongly to the provocation of the Temple of Love and Wisdom."

As for the Septate, their goddess never displayed the majesty she should have, even when the believers needed salvation the most. Curtis couldn't help but look at His Highness the Holy Son, hoping to get some definite answers, but she was disappointed once again. Lockrean was still sleepwalking.

"The original mark is like an unequal soul contract. You sign your name, become powerful with the help of the gods, and naturally you must also offer up your future. That is the price of faith."

The Sandalwood King curled his lip. This was not something His Highness the Holy Son should say. It was so blunt that it sounded like something a wicked heretic would say. Only a devil would use tempting deals to bewitch people. But in reality, there might not be any essential difference between the actions of a devil and a god. At least, the Cherry Blossom King must think so.

"Humph!"

Heloise raised an eyebrow in protest. This had nothing to do with Lockrean casually tossing away his beloved pipe. Strictly speaking, she was not a follower of the Seven Stars, but she had to admit that the power brought by the bloodline of the Human Emperor came from the gift of the goddess.

"Now that the covenant has been broken, believers are no longer reaping the benefits one-sidedly. Through the rules of the law, mortals can also glimpse traces of truth, which is most evident in the apostles."

Lockrean stopped in his tracks, lost in thought, as if pondering where the next round of reshuffling would begin. This was the thing he, as a player, cared about most, and it was also the thing that all the gods hiding behind the scenes cared about most.

"You mean, mortals can also... ascend to godhood?"

Chick's voice was weak, unsure if his inappropriate remarks had offended the goddess, but he was clever enough to pinpoint the crucial point: now mortals and gods shared this starry sky together, just like in ancient times, and the path to ascension welcomed anyone.

Lockrean smiled and turned around, saying, "Of course, it's not just a promotion, it could even be... a replacement!"

Shock was written on everyone's face. His Highness the Holy Son, who was always omnipotent, took a positive attitude towards this, which was a big shock to both the Holy War Maiden and the Rainbow Archbishop. The topic was going off track.

The Blue Shield King also became interested and inquired, "Then, have there ever been an apostle in the world who usurped divine power?"

This time, Lockrean did not answer, but a mysterious smile appeared on his face. That mortal now stood above all the gods.

.......

South of the star map, in a desolate corner of territory that neither the Free Federation nor the Holy Alliance had any intention of including, a primordial plane whose very name had been forgotten by the world welcomed a guest.

The Primal Plane, as the earliest origin of all living beings, has long been abandoned by the ever-expanding mortals. This world revolves around the elements, and no one is willing to stay in a region where life force is scarce. Once the resources here are exhausted, they will be abandoned by speculators. There are many such portals in the world that cannot reach the Primal Space. Apart from adventurers who have accidentally entered the fault line and fugitive criminals, almost no one lingers here.

In the desolate desert where the sun never shines, a figure draped in a black robe slowly landed in the center of the oasis. He didn't know the name of this world, nor did he need to; she had come to collect a debt.

"Karata, Didado, Pruosi!"

The melodious voice revealed the woman's gender. After a difficult ancient elven incantation, dark waves swept across the desert like a tide. The oasis gradually distorted under the impact of the elements, revealing its true form: a carefully concealed spatial wormhole.

871. Night God, Hunter God

The dense dark elements spread continuously through the wormhole, which had probably already alerted the rats in the hole, but the woman paid no attention. She simply jumped into the wormhole and waited for a different kind of "welcome". To her surprise, a blue sky and white clouds appeared in front of her. Not far away was a white manor. Men and women working hard were coming and going from the ranch from time to time, pointing and talking in this direction.

The spatial coordinates here are unpredictable and difficult to pinpoint. Without finding the correct entrance, one can never enter. Therefore, the woman was not fooled by the scene before her. At this moment, a farmer wearing a soft hat rode his horse slowly to the woman in the black robe.

"Outsider, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"The Common Language of the Federation".

The woman muttered to herself, wanting to see how long the other party could keep up the act. With a casual wave of her hand, a torrential downpour began. Dark clouds loomed overhead, and the black rain, like ink, drenched the pasture. The rain was extremely corrosive, and a young girl bathing in it screamed in agony as her flesh and blood instantly melted away, revealing her stark white bones.

The piercing scream startled the farmer, who fell off his horse. In the blink of an eye, the entire manor was destroyed, and his companions and family members fell one after another. The farmer screamed in panic, pointing at the suddenly appearing evil woman, speechless for a long time. Such a terrifying secret technique was far too far away for ordinary people.

"you you......"

The woman recognized the fear on the farmer's face; it didn't seem feigned. But soon someone confirmed her suspicions: a chain blade pierced the air and bound the woman's body, and a strange fluctuation immediately suppressed the dark magic.

"Black Lich".

It was a white-haired girl wrapped in a red cloak. She was expressionless, but she recognized the cursed mask from the Great Tomb of the Abyss. This woman was also on the kill list, but she was ranked quite high, and not someone an ordinary god hunter could approach.

boom!

The black lich merely glanced back, and the girl's head instantly exploded into a bloody mist. Before she could even question where the intruder came from, she collapsed. Black powder swirled around the woman, like miniature bombs. She wasn't waiting for a mere Tier 1 God Hunter.

The black lich removed his cloak, revealing long, pointed ears and dark skin. A night elf serving the Great Tomb of the Abyss was quite rare. Then, the sky suddenly darkened, a purple moon parted the clouds and dispelled the dark spells, and a tall, thin man appeared at the same time.

"now it's right."

The black lich nodded in satisfaction, seemingly unaware of the intense killing intent emanating from the man. Although she didn't know what kind of trick this pretentious farm was, her antics had attracted the attention of the Moonlit Hunter.

The man had short, graying hair, a very young face but unusually cloudy eyes, as if an old soul was inside a tender shell. He glanced back at the lifeless manor, a tear of ink streaming from the corner of his eye, and the ink pool at his feet churned.

"Mistress Miaoye, what an unexpected visitor! But you've been far too arrogant, barging into our world and slaughtering our people. Do you really think you can leave alive?"

"Your world? You shouldn't even exist in this world!"

The black lich laughed disdainfully, for the entire world was the home of the Mother Goddess, leaving no place for the remnants of the old world.

The man's gaze swept across the surrounding greenery, confirming that there were no other Night Elf lurking, and he was even more astonished. "They are innocent, at least before they awakened, and are only responsible for farming and laboring."

"No one is innocent."

A pure black vortex writhed and collapsed in Miaoye's palm before gradually disappearing. Giving up futile resistance, her laws and forbidden spells were insignificant before a divine hunter, especially a moonlit divine hunter. The Night Mother's power was above all dark elements.

"Awakening refers to the innate talent of those who sense the divine."

The Mistress of Miaoye squinted her eyes, seemingly smiling, but deep in her pupils shone the excitement and madness of her long-cherished wish finally being fulfilled.

The others were completely unaware of the strange changes that had occurred in the Joestar family, and even less aware of the source of the powerful strength possessed by the Duchess who had once amazed the world. However, Matriarch Myo-ye was different; she had a thorough understanding of Tess.

The hybridity of humans and god hunters allowed Tess's three daughters to inherit the talent of the divine sensers. This special power violated the creation laws of the Heavenly Father and the Night Mother, because they did not belong to this world at all. They were the remnants of the previous game, a past that should have been destroyed by the black hole.

"That's right, you seem to know a lot about us."

The man hovered in the center of the ink pool, gradually approaching, and Mistress Miaoye retreated step by step; she was not there to die.

"Of course, you are not from this world, you do not belong to any race, and you may not even have a soul. Someone has reshaped your appearance so that you can easily blend in with us, but he can never change your true nature. Our innate mission is to serve the truth, while your hunting instinct is to destroy the truth."

Moonlit Hunter frowned slightly, a strong sense of unease suddenly welling up in his heart. This crazy woman knew too much, yet she still came alone to provoke the Hunter God Clan.

"Sorry, I need you to die, but before that, please tell me how you found this place, the Abyss, or the Seven Kingdoms?"

The man must determine how the other party found the dwelling place of the Divine Seers. The Black Lich serves the Great Tomb of Nazarick, but the Night Elves have already returned to the High Elves with the World Tree. As the Night Elf King, the Mistress of Myriad Leaves is inherently contradictory and rebellious, wavering between the opposing camps. Her true motives are hidden in the mist.

"neither."

The black lich suddenly ripped off her mask, her delicate face revealing a cold smile. She drew a snake-shaped dagger from her waist and slashed her thigh, but the wound gushed out a large amount of black blood. The black blood seemed to possess life, quickly outlining a six-pointed star magic circle at her feet. "Master, he is yours."

Moonlit Hunter fell into the Ink Pool, instinctively merging his body into the darkness, wary of potential threats. However, the Mistress of Wonderful Leaves did not unleash any terrifying forbidden spells, nor did she release even a trace of soul energy.

"What tricks are you playing!"

The man drew a green serrated longsword from behind his back, a god-hunting weapon also made of divine essence. Just as he aimed at the black lich's heart, his pupils shrank. The six-pointed star magic circle under Miaoye's feet was completed, and the black blood began to flow in reverse, re-coalescing into a human shape at the center of the magic circle.