Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Miao Ye's expression was pained. Excessive blood loss had weakened her body, making it difficult for her to even stand. With a "thud," she knelt down, facing the slender figure formed from black blood.

She was a petite, silver-haired girl. She tossed her hair, let out a long sigh, and dried black blood transformed into a fluffy skirt on her body. If it weren't for her bizarre entrance, she would have been considered sweet and lovely from any angle.

872.Sky

The girl blinked, her scarlet eyes curving into crescents. She twirled around under her parasol, looking quite pleased with herself.

“Where were we? Oh, right, thanks to the Duchess, we were able to find this place. You hid very well; no one would have thought that a depleted primordial plane would have any appeal. But the divine prohibition is no longer in effect, and no one can help you cover your tracks anymore.”

The black lich had actually followed Tess here. The man's face was grim, and he practically spat out the two words through clenched teeth.

"Night Mother!"

Ye Lili rolled her eyes, pouted, and said, "Who gave you permission to call me that? You're not my children, just a bunch of bastards that my rude ex-husband picked up from somewhere. You trampled on my beloved carpet, dirtied my collection of toys, and even tried to murder my children. You don't think you can just swagger around in my house like that, do you?"

This was exactly what the man had said to threaten Mistress Miaoye. Without further ado, Moonlit Hunter unleashed a massive wave from the Ink Pool towards Ye Liliu, but the thick ink was absorbed the moment it touched the girl's body.

"They only want to use my power against me. How should I put it? They're adorably foolish."

Ye Lili licked her lips, seemingly enjoying herself, but this amount of food was far from enough.

The Night God Hunter's face was grim. He turned and tried to escape into another wormhole. The Night God's power was extremely strong. Unless it encountered its master, it had never perished even after losing the Mother of Truth. Now she had returned.

"Where do you think you're going!?"

Ye Lili screamed, her pale face contorted with resentment and rage. The purple moon hanging in the sky shattered, and the narrow, fault-lined space was plunged into darkness.

Not only his vision, but even his senses seemed to be stripped away. The Moonlit Hunter was like being in the deep sea, unable to make a sound, unable to command his limbs, and unable to feel anything. For the first time, he felt fear of the boundless darkness, the power he once relied on for survival, until a cold little hand dragged him out of the cage and back under the blue sky and white clouds.

Those few seconds felt like an eternity. The man's chest heaved, and he couldn't muster any strength. The power of his bloodline had vanished.

"I bet you've collected a lot of loot from my children. Could you please take me to see it?"

Ye Lili squatted beside the man, a sweet smile on her face, but her right hand was on his head. Even a third-level awakened divine being was nothing but a joke in front of Ye's mother. She and the Heavenly Father had jointly established the rules of this world, and a stranger had no right to violate them.

"Delusion".

The man's lips moved, his eyes were empty, but he still did not give in, even though the whispers in the darkness had driven him mad.

"Incorrect answer."

Ye Lili pouted, her small hand fell, and with a "bang," the head exploded like a cannonball. The girl didn't care that the red and white filth stained her little dress. She put her blood-stained fingers into her mouth and sucked on them. It didn't take long for her memories to return, and she walked towards the south of the ranch.

The black lich remained silent, dragging the headless corpse behind the girl, making no attempt to bandage her wounds. The wounds on her smooth thighs seemed to have drained of black blood, and crimson blood began to seep out.

The word "massacre" perfectly describes Ye Liliu's atrocities. The two frequently traveled through wormholes, leaving a trail of blood. The first thing the Goddess did upon returning was to clean up her home and throw all the garbage left by her hateful ex-husband out of the house!

The Divine Sensitives do not rely on elements, so their habitats are hidden in the fault lines of various primordial planes. The largest space is close to the free city of Lunsa, while the smallest is just a mine. Most of the people living in these spaces are unawakened members of the God-Hunter race. They fall into pools of blood before they even know what has happened. The few sentinels they have are no match for Ye Liliu. The girl's sweet, sickly smile becomes their last memory.

The long chase was tedious. When Ye Liliu finally arrived at his destination, an ancient altar floating in the starry sky appeared before him. The temple, connected by cracked stone steps, resembled a tomb. Inside, numerous oval stone coffins were displayed, with unidentified characters carved on stone slabs, perhaps recording the truth buried within. Their civilization did not belong to this world at all.

Not a single survivor was able to deliver this devastating news to the altar, but the successive loss of their habitats had alerted the chieftain of the hunters to something amiss. At this moment, hounds in various cloaks gathered outside the tomb, coldly watching the brutal evil god below the stone steps.

"Damn, so many people are welcoming me, it's kind of embarrassing."

The girl tugged at her skirt and bowed slightly, her face flushed. She shyly cupped her face in her hands and curiously observed the group of stray dogs.

All the Divine Seekers who remained in their habitat had been summoned to the altar. Only a small number of Divine Hunters were still out on missions. Ye Liliu bit her finger and searched around but couldn't find any trace of the silver-haired woman. She was somewhat disappointed. She really wanted to see the toy her ex-husband had made in her likeness. The Heavenly Father's wicked sense of humor was the reason why Nolan and she looked so alike.

The Hunter God Clan members had solemn expressions, as if they had already foreseen their fate. They hunted for truth to make a living and were not afraid of any false gods, not even the Supreme God. However, the Night Mother was an exception. The power of the Divine Sensing Ones they had collected was not enough to fight against the Creator. Unfortunately, no second fourth-order God Hunter had ever awakened among them.

"It might be a little too late to be afraid now."

Ye Liliu suppressed her smile and walked up the stone steps. Her hands were covered in blood as she walked, having taken countless lives. The reason she was here instead of the Temple of Light was obvious: she did not want to see another fourth-tier Divine Sensing Person appear. Ye's mother knew the power of the Heavenly Father better than anyone else.

The Hunter God Clan hung their heads in silence, their hands crossed over their abdomens as if in some kind of sorrowful ritual, silently accepting their death. Even the strongest among them, the Moonlit Hunters, showed no intention of resistance.

At the very back of the crowd was an elder in a black cloak, and only he dared to look directly into Ye Liliu's eyes. There was no sorrow in the eyes of the Hunter God Clan Chief, only relief. He took one last look at the Tomb of Truth behind him and said, "What is meant to come will come sooner or later, but you will gain nothing."

"What is stolen must be returned sooner or later; it does not belong to you."

Thick, black blood, like ink, seeped from the girl's feet. The ink pool instantly enveloped everyone, slowly draining the divine power they had stolen. The bodies of those who sensed the divine power gradually withered, screaming in unbearable pain, and finally turned into dried corpses.

Ye Liliu had no interest in wasting any more time on the dead. She stepped across the ink pool into the tomb, casually kicked open an oval coffin, then raised an eyebrow and kicked over a second coffin, with the same result.

"Empty?!"

The girl's pupils contracted slightly. She raised her hand, rolled up the ink pool, and overturned a row of coffins. They were all empty, without exception.

873. Similar

"No, no, no-------!"

Ye Lili roared in fury, as if she had guessed something. Black blood gushed from her twisted face, destroying the entire altar. Darkness spread and blotted out the sun. The black ocean rolled up towering waves that tore through the starry sky. Even the Mistress of Miaoye was almost swallowed by the black water.

It's unclear how much time passed before the angry girl calmed down. She straightened her skirt, smiled again, and turned to look at the bewildered black lich. She bit her lip, seemingly unwilling to accept it.

"What, are you blaming me for being too slow and letting Tess go?"

The Mistress of Wonderful Leaves knelt down in fear and said nervously, "How could this be? I will never question the great Mother of the Gods!"

Ye Lili nodded and muttered, "You better not dare. I know what you're thinking, but Roland's soul no longer belongs to anyone. Even I can't break the contract with the Grim Reaper. But I won't forget what I promised you. I won't let them off so easily because they are so similar. The more similar they are... the angrier I get."

As much as she had once adored Roland, so much she now loathed Tess. She raised her head and mustered the courage to ask.

"Like...who?"

"Me and him."

Ye Lili rested her chin on her hand, her gaze shifting between gentleness and sinister intent. Unforgettable past is always accompanied by pain and sweetness. It was a long, long time ago, when they were just pawns on a chessboard.

As for who "he" is, Mistress Miaoye doesn't need to guess, nor dare to guess.

“Aren’t you curious why the remnants of the previous world could flee to the present world without being noticed by me and the Lord of Chaos? The Creators of the Divine and the Ark Blueprint are different. They are not freaks reproduced through the flow of anima, but refugees who cheated their way into the new world. Their history is even longer than that of you elves.”

But now, the Hunter God Clan is gone forever, with at most a few small fry still wandering around. Ye Lili moved her five fingers, and the skeletons in the ink pool rose and fell.

"Could it be...?"

The voice of the Mistress of Myriad Leaves trembled. She was perhaps one of the most knowledgeable mortals about this game, even more so than some of the lower gods.

Ye Lili sneered, "That's right. Someone left a backdoor for their own followers when they started the new era. Even the Destroyer of All Realms was fooled by the evolution blueprint. That's why Nolan is so angry. He's so audacious!"

Family members?

Miao Ye's eyes widened in horror, her face filled with disbelief. The Heavenly Father was also a divine inspiration!

No, that's not right. That should have happened before winning the previous game. The Father of Gods was once a God Hunter, hunting faith for food and plundering truth to strengthen himself, until he defeated all his competitors step by step, gained the favor of the Destroyers of All Realms, and became one of the Creators.

After a moment of contemplation, Ye Lili interrupted Miao Ye's terrifying fantasies and commanded, "With the Holy Light descending, how can the devils be content to remain silent? Help Serantia find the last host of the Demon God. The Great Tomb will set an example for those cowards."

"Yes, Master."

Matriarch Miaoye put her lich mask back on and tentatively asked, "Then what about the Time Guardian and the Seven Elements?"

"Heh, the Free Federation and the Holy Alliance, if they behave themselves, I'll leave a portion for those two little bitches, but it'll be the minimum. But if they dare to ruin my plans, there are plenty of people willing to replace them, like that savage goddess from the north. What was her name again? Never mind, it doesn't matter. The fiercest mad dog in Purgatory is already in my hands. What can the Supreme Divine Court use to fight us?"

A hellhound...

Ye Liliu's body gradually melted, merging into the ink pool and turning into a pool of black blood. The black lich was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, forced to suppress his interest in the battle situation in Cangqing Province and return to the Abyss Tomb.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the middle world, in the Ark of the High Plane, after the Ghost Guardians retreated, no god could restrain mortals anymore. The remaining aliens could not escape the hunting of star clusters and beast hordes. When there was nothing else in the way to stop the Chosen Ones, the war between the two pioneering factions would come to an end.

On the frozen plateau and the white stone mountains, star clusters and beast hordes each occupy their own territory, fiercely clashing on this element-rich land. Battlefields are everywhere. The adventurers who first explored the Ark have long since fled, but even so, there are still other monsters who dare to remain on the Ark. It's just a pity that their interests are no longer in conquering the mortal world.

Harrison and Bullington never left the Ark. The arrogant obsidian dragon knight searched every inch of the Ark, even the sea and the sky, but he never found that mysterious voice and the pure white space again.

The origin of immortals remains a mystery.

In the Ark plane, day and night are disordered, and darkness suddenly descends. So the group lit a campfire at the foot of the mountain. Aurora fluctuations and the roar of giant beasts came from afar, but they paid no attention to them. In the end, they returned to White Stone Mountain, but the Twin Demon King who guarded the place was gone.

Brington lay on the ground, staring blankly at the starry sky, holding his beloved little angel's hand. The black-haired boy seemed to be reminiscing about something, perhaps about some busty mistress. In any case, he certainly had no regrets about giving up his Triad Godhood.

Victoria still couldn't escape the clutches of the evil dragon. Her empty eyes held only a deathly silence deeper than despair, which made Fenrir's expression complicated. Just a few years ago, they were the most loyal saintesses of the Seven Luminaries Goddess and the valiant legion commanders of the Holy Alliance, but now they were drifting further and further apart on their respective paths.

The path that fate leaves for each person is unpredictable. Just like the taciturn Dark Emperor across from us, Harrison's deep lines appeared even uglier under the firelight. What important thing could make him abandon the hegemony of the Lord of the Wilds and wander the mortal world in search of the answer?

The most pitiful one was the former evil leader, Saya, who knelt on the ground with a bitter face, her limbs supporting her as she lay prostrate beneath Joanna, just to serve as a chair for the girl. Her lowly status was no better than Victoria's.

The beautiful girl sitting on Saya's back had long, scarlet hair, and the blood dripping from the ends of her hair was particularly eerie. The evil god's divine essence had completely invaded Joanna's body, transforming her into a new immortal divine body. Although she had not yet embarked on the path of ascension, she was not far from the awakening of the ancient god.

Harrison picked up a piece of firewood and threw it into the fire, then suddenly said, "You're nothing like Roland, much less like Tess."

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment!"

Joanna's eyebrows were curved, and her sweet smile remained innocent. However, the wicked thoughts swirling in her little head were about how to kill this free bodyguard and escape back to her sister, even though it was almost impossible, not even the Venerable Qilin could do it.

The truth of blood fueled the host's extreme side, turning a mischievous girl in her rebellious phase into a demon girl devoid of humanity, who looked down on everyone and became irritable and frantic every day she couldn't see her older sister!

874. Mother's Love

Besides guarding against the Hunter Clan, Nolan had another reason for keeping Jojo by Harrison's side: to prevent her from losing control on a whim. The demon girl was capricious and it wasn't impossible for her to kill Fenrir and the nanny Shaye on a whim.

Just then, Harrison's hair stood on end, his entire body hardened, and obsidian armor appeared. Joanna also raised an eyebrow, arched her back, and let out a cute hiss towards the depths of darkness, like a fluffy kitten.

"It's you."

Harrison's pupils contracted slightly as he recognized the mysterious visitor first. His experience of repeatedly repelling the Hunter Clan had given him a deep understanding of the otherworldly Divine Seekers.

A slender figure slowly approached from the darkness. She staggered and limped, and the moment her pale face was exposed to the firelight, even Brington was startled. Joanna exclaimed in surprise.

"Sister! Hmm, no, this smell is... Mother...?"

Jojo stopped rushing toward the woman immediately. Fenrir and Saya stood guard on either side of the demon girl, their faces grim. Regardless of what happened before, Tess was now just an executioner, and there could only be one reason for her to be here.

"Stop! If you go any further, I won't be polite."

Fernail drew her weapon, and heavy armor appeared to cover her entire body as if summoned. Facing the Hunter Clan, she dared not underestimate them in the slightest. Harrison, however, made no move and even disarmed himself with his obsidian armor. He could sense that Tess had not come with any hostility.

The Duchess dragged her weary body to the fire and sat down. She was extremely weak, and only when she was surrounded by the warm firelight did her complexion improve slightly, as if darkness was no longer her reliance. She looked deeply at Joanna, said nothing more, and seeing the tense atmosphere, simply sighed, "Relax, I can't do anything, it's just... I don't know where to go."

Tess closed her eyes and curled up beside the campfire, wanting only to rest for a while. She was too tired. After killing the Bone Twins, she rushed back to the Holy Tomb to report, but was forced to flee. Even now, the image of the Demon Lord's resolute back was still lingering in her mind. But when she recalled her father's last words at parting, she felt even more confused.

From this moment forward, you bear this responsibility alone. You know what to do; don't forget your vow.

Obsidian Emperor and Obsidian Dragon King exchanged glances, then sat down again without saying a word. Their intuition told them that the Moonlit Hunters were currently very weak and probably no match for that cowardly demon.