Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Ghosn licked his lips, his eyes bloodshot. Whether it was the temptation too alluring or the gradual influence of the blood mist, he had clearly lost his mind.

He stretched out his withered arm, about to touch it, when a surge of demonic energy swept through the air, forcing Saxony and his party back.

With the invincible dragon spear in hand, its blade pointed directly at Ghosn, the threat was intense.

The Chaos Body is still very fragile at this moment. Regardless of whether it is that guy or not, we must not let her wake up now, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!

Ghosn and his three students had grim faces, their cloaks fluttering, their fingers cracking, and their bone jade staffs floating in front of them.

His short body emanated a powerful sixteenth-level fluctuation, and his soul color manifested as an invisible upper-level spatial element.

Saxon's mentor was indeed a spatial sorcerer, mysterious and powerful.

"You don't intend to keep such an amazing discovery to yourself, do you?"

Nolan shook his head and said in a deep voice, "We should go. Go back to where you came from, and no one is allowed to touch anything here."

"What? This is a topic that could change all planes of existence! It might even make the Free Federation the most powerful force in the world!"

Ghosn was furious, but he didn't notice that under the influence of his intense emotional fluctuations, his huge emerald heart beat a little faster, and more blood energy emanated from the trembling desert.

"This is a power that mortals cannot touch; rashly making contact will only lead to destruction."

"That sounds nice! Saint Lenza isn't qualified to monopolize this heart!"

Ghosn shouted, and a transparent cube immediately isolated the stone coffin. He was about to do something, but Invincible noticed in advance and thrust his magic spear through it, instantly shattering the replacement barrier into pieces.

The overwhelming demonic energy coiled around the black knight's body, instantly obscuring the blood-red sand. The domineering spirit, exceeding level sixteen, was extremely terrifying.

"I will only say this once."

Nolan snorted coldly, still not quite used to the way mortals communicate.

After all, he is now an outstanding teacher, and it wouldn't be right for him to just kill everyone at the drop of a hat.

"You! So arrogant and unreasonable, it seems you've decided to bully people by relying on your strength!"

Ghosn gritted his teeth, his words laughable, completely oblivious to how they treated the expeditions of other colleges.

Such terrifying strength made the four Saxons feel uneasy, but they were helpless. This Chaos Apostle was indeed the Saint who fought fiercely against Hilde that day!

During the stalemate, an untimely sound echoed through the desert.

"Oh my, it seems you've discovered something incredible! What have I missed?"

Ghosn's eyes lit up, and as expected, he turned his head and saw the figure he had anticipated.

That man was indeed there; how could he have been taken down by a group of raging beasts?

A burly figure slowly walked toward the altar amidst the raging sands. He was shirtless, strong and robust, and covered in blood, as if he had fought his way here.

"Lord Grant, we have discovered the remains of a god hidden on Paradise Island and were about to inform you, but Saint Lenza's mentor wants to kill us and keep the secret for himself!"

Ghosn's cloudy eyes turned sinister, and he immediately turned his attention to fanning the flames.

Upon hearing that name, Lin Dichen shuddered and tugged at Nolan's arm.

Yelu's face turned pale, and she shook her head desperately, indicating that the person who came was of a special status and not to be trifled with, so it would be better to retreat and leave this strange place for the time being.

Like the academy, the Rhine Holy Warriors' [Mad Lion] is renowned in the Free Federation for its power and pride.

Rhine Holy Martial Academy is a top-tier institution that has won the Starry Sky Martial Arts Tournament and the United Front School Championship three times in a row. It is full of strong people, and Grant is one of the saints who has received mixed reviews. He is undoubtedly the No.1 in Starry Sky.

The team leader for Rhine Holy Warriors this time is actually him...

A second saint appeared in the giant pit at the center of Paradise Island, yet only the mentor from such a prestigious family arrived in the desert, with no sign of the three team members.

Nolan frowned, not because he sensed the other party's strength, but because he noticed that the blond, long-bearded man, who looked like a madman, had bloodshot eyes.

All along, these children were unaffected by the red mist; she had always believed that the divine blood only worked on native creatures.

But now the mentor is exhibiting one insane and chaotic behavior after another. Could it be that the stronger a mortal's soul, the more easily it is bewitched...?

Nolan was unaware of her own abnormality. She immediately wanted to take off her helmet and look in the mirror to check her eyes, but instead touched the back of her head, her pretty face full of amusement.

I almost forgot, her eye color is actually red.

"Oh?"

Grant pushed aside the flying sand and blood mist and walked up to the altar. He glanced at Gorn with a mocking look, seemingly seeing through his little trick, but he didn't care. His burning eyes were still staring at the Chaos Knight, the only one who had the right to look him in the eye.

"Ah, I remember you, the nameless saint, the savior of Saint Lenza. But you seem nothing special to me. Tell me, did you really defeat that madwoman Hilde?"

The blond man spoke provocatively, his messy long hair and beard stained with blood and fluttering in the wind. His face was wild and savage; he was the valiant saint who was crowned with the maxim "Mad Lion" by the stars.

At this moment, upon seeing the true form of the lion from the Rhine Holy Martial Academy, Ekaterina and the other two's expressions changed drastically.

Grant did not come alone. He carried a severed head in his left hand and a delicate young girl's soft white hair in his right, resembling another mutated and crazed monster.

"Mach!?"

Lin Dichen gritted his teeth and instantly recognized the unseeing head of the forest elf.

Seeing the pitiful girl dragged here by Grant, Yero became even angrier. The quicksand rubbed Xiao Nuo's feet and knees raw and bloody, leaving a trail of blood.

"Ah, do you know this person? I just wanted to see if they were hiding anything good, but he kept saying no, no, like a woman, so nagging and annoying. So I used the simplest way to shut him up."

Grant twisted his neck and laughed wildly, the madness in his blood-red eyes having replaced his senses.

Xiao Nuo's lips moved, but she was too weak to utter a single word. Two drops of bloody tears streamed from her red-rimmed eyes, reflecting intense pain and hatred.

Nolan tightened his grip on the dragon spear, his eyes growing cold.

He was clutching the ring that Mahto had kept safe tightly in his palm...

These extreme emotions accelerated the rise of the blood mist, which clung to everyone inside and outside the altar. The emerald heart in the coffin beat even more violently, as if some ancient will might awaken at any moment.

This scene also startled Ghosn and the three Saxon students, who stepped back in shock.

Regardless of the circumstances, the tutor's actions towards the student went too far and absolutely crossed the line for Xingchen United School.

Could Grant have also been infected by the mysterious red mist during his bloody battle with the beasts?

If that's the case, they really won't be able to get out...

77.Frenzy

Grant glanced at the emerald heart lying quietly in the sarcophagus, his eyes filled with fascination and a hint of dazedness. He muttered to himself, "Stop looking. It's just me alone. With such a commotion, those trash wouldn't have survived. I'll just have to leave them behind. You guys seem pretty weak too, so why don't you all stay here and become fertilizer for this island..."

"What are you saying, Lord Grant!"

The atmosphere in the arena was very tense. Ghosn hurriedly set up a protective barrier. He couldn't care less about protecting Saxon's students during the battle between the saints.

"He's gone mad! Teacher, let's get out of here right now!"

Yero looked panicked and immediately realized that going deep into the giant pit altar was the worst decision she had ever made.

Grant chuckled. "Leave? Heh heh heh, is there any place more captivating than this? You're not leaving. I, the great [Mad Lion] Grant, declare that everything on this island belongs to me! Including your lives!"

Nolan raised an eyebrow, and a hazy black mist poured out from within the armor, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye and reappearing behind the burly blond man.

The Black Knight gripped Grant's wrist, unleashing an astonishing burst of power. The powerful demonic energy forced him to release his grip, and he gently picked up Little Noah.

At that moment, Catherine skillfully traversed the sandstorm, her mind in perfect harmony, and swiftly took the white fox girl from his hands, retreating back to the edge of the altar.

We have plenty of time left for everyone; if we don't leave now, it will really be too late.

A suffocating killing intent suddenly surged, and the blood-eyed mad lion turned around fiercely, releasing the annoying elven head and slamming its giant fist hard onto the Chaos Knight's helmet!

"Die, you bug!"

The power of a saint is not on the same level as a soul below level sixteen. The aura was so strong that the others fell to the ground and had difficulty breathing.

Grant's golden flames, tinged with a mutated crimson, struck Invincible's cheek with a devastating blow. The shockwave pierced through the swirling sand, causing the entire altar to tremble even more violently, as if it were the end of the world.

Click!

Lin Dichen stared in disbelief at the cracked and dented helmet of the invincible armor. The magic armor was so easily destroyed by that punch.

As expected of the Rhine Holy Warrior's Mad Lion, a powerful figure who has been awarded the Order of the Wings of Freedom three times, Grant seems to have become even more terrifying after falling into madness and being stained with blood mist.

"There's no place for trash in this world, that's just how it is. You're unlucky to have run into me. No one will know what happened here, so go ahead..."

Grant grinned maliciously as he grabbed the Black Knight's head, his arm muscles bulging as he roared and tore at his armor, trying to separate his body from his head and, incidentally, see the true face of this cowardly fellow.

The red mist destroyed reason, but it couldn't take away the soul, which only shows that deep down, the person was a terrible person.

"teacher!"

Yero gasped in shock, extremely nervous.

In an instant, two beams of scarlet light burst forth from Nolan's shattered helmet, and black demonic energy leaked wildly from the gaps in the armor, overshadowing the arrogant golden aura.

She gripped Grant's strong arms tightly with both hands, and instead of retreating, she advanced, slowly rising up and gradually suppressing the golden lion.

Grant bent over, his expression changing slightly. His feet scraped against the gravel, but he couldn't stop himself from retreating. He tried his best, but he couldn't resist the enormous force approaching.

"How...is this possible!?"

In terms of sheer strength, he actually lost to a completely unknown newly ascended saint!

A heavy aura of death emanated from Invincible's tall body. He twisted Grant's hands away and rammed his head into Grant's head.

boom!

The deafening roar was like a heavy hammer striking the earth, echoing in everyone's hearts. The stone bricks of the ancient altar shattered and crumbled from the two of them in the center!

No one could have imagined that the duel between the two saints would take place in such a brutal and primitive manner, as if both had been affected by the blood mist and degenerated into beasts.

Moreover... the results were overwhelming.

Grant felt dizzy and his hands were in excruciating pain. His blond hair fluttered as he staggered, blood streaming down his forehead. His once-proud body was completely collapsing.

The following kick, accompanied by excruciating pain, pressed against his chest, stomping him down with tremendous force!

Grant was trapped in the crater, roaring furiously as he tried to struggle to his feet. But a sharp dragon spear was pressed against his throat at that moment, and his golden aura crumbled under the devouring of the Void Demon Flame, instantly disintegrating.

"Please, you're really weak. An extra should know what an extra is like. Can you please stop reciting the main character's lines?"

An indescribable, ethereal touch traveled from the Black Knight along the Demon Spear Calamity, seemingly capable of piercing Grant's throat with the slightest force.

This is not a good sign.

The raging lion, panting heavily, convulsed but dared not move, unable to accept this crushing defeat. Its rage attracted even more red mist into its skin.