Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Chi!

Nolan knelt down, his right hand plunging directly into the almost transparent, immortal body of the Goddess of Fortune. The purplish-black flames raged wildly within her, enveloping the Core of Truth and tearing it away.

"If possible, please take good care of Claudia for us..."

Keller Tiffany grasped Nolan's hand, her face contorted with pain, but it didn't last long. Soon, the blurry face lost its luster, countless cracks appeared on its body, and it finally shattered into a pile of golden dust, burying Phimis's corpse.

Nolan withdrew his right hand, holding a small golden bird in his palm. It flapped its wings desperately but could not escape the control of nothingness.

"Goodbye."

The girl clenched her five fingers together, and with a "crack," the divine shell that sealed the truth shattered under the erosion of chaos. The golden bird scattered into light, transforming into countless golden threads that rushed to every corner of the world.

Whoosh!

Dense golden rays streaked across the sky like a meteor shower, falling on every plane of existence. Everyone could see them simply by looking up, just like the night of the calamity that descended upon the world during the grand celebration of stars.

At the crossroads of fate, Catherine ultimately chose to exit the game along with Phimius, tilting the scales of destiny completely toward mystery and leaving the opportunity to her youngest sister. Only in this way could Claudia regain balance between fortune and misfortune and survive.

As for where the unexplained principles of fortune and calamity will lead the world, even Claudia doesn't know. Nolan only knows that this game will become more and more exciting. The age of mystery has arrived, and the unknown is the greatest surprise of the chaotic era.

A city was destroyed by divine punishment, hundreds of thousands of people were wiped out like grass, and the blonde woman who called herself a god was turned into a golden meteor shower. Everything that happened before her eyes caused Skadi's simple mind to short-circuit. She opened her mouth wide and raised her head, considering whether to make a wish for a future of abundant wealth, but her willful wife had already torn open a rift in the void.

"let's go."

"Huh? Where are you going again?"

"Of course we should go back to school. We should go back to where we came from. We can't keep them waiting."

Nolan beckoned with her finger, giving the silly angel a look of affection as if she were looking at a fool, signaling her to follow her closely. The chapter of destiny had come to an end, and now the Chaotic Throne needed not good luck, but divine grace.

"So what exactly are we going there to do?"

Even after returning to Saint Lenza, the headmaster still didn't understand what was going on. He gained nothing and ended up looking disheveled. Nolan, on the other hand, didn't come away empty-handed. She found a divine spark in the Divine Fire Court. The Escape Truth was swept into the black hole before it could escape.

Needless to say, the unfortunate Dream God also couldn't escape this fate. His immortal divine body wasn't much stronger than that of a Saint, and the powers he could wield were extremely limited. This truth might not be powerful, but it would be a waste to leave it in Matt's hands. Talion might have other uses for it.

The Dream Godhead drifted away as a wisp of pinkish-brown mist. Nolan weighed the Truth in his hand, swallowed it in one gulp, and then took a step toward the rift.

The two returned to the long-missed apartment. The living room was clean and tidy, indicating that the succubus secretary-general often cleaned it. However, it was a bit deserted due to the absence of several noisy female visitors. Janna had just prepared dinner and was somewhat surprised that her missing master had returned so quickly, considering that only one day had passed in the Iselan plane.

Hilde sat at the table with a sour face, occasionally flicking her tongue and twisting her waist. She had no appetite for the fragrant cooked food on the table, and only wanted to strip the silver-haired girl across from her naked and eat her in one bite. The seraphim next to her was also grumbling and slurping as she rudely enjoyed her meal, glancing sideways at this cold-blooded animal quite often. The two had fought when they first met, and the memory was not pleasant.

To be fair, Skadi has a pretty face and a great figure, with a large bust, but her lack of intelligence is immediately apparent when she opens her mouth, making her hard for Hilder to consider a formidable rival. The intellectual succubus in her professional suit and the charming, clingy, bloodthirsty demon are more threatening. For Hilder, opportunities to be by the side of the god are few and far between, so winning the favor of that lord is the most crucial thing.

Gana looked at Nolan expectantly, but unfortunately didn't receive a single compliment. It seemed that her long-cultivated cooking skills still needed improvement. She bit her lip, her heavy breathing seemingly hinting at some uncontrollable impulse. Under the table, her long legs kicked off her slippers, and her slender feet, wrapped in stockings, rubbed against the hem of Nolan's skirt.

Skuld patted her stomach, let out a satisfied burp, and said contentedly, "What's next?"

"Wait."

Nolan slowly and methodically cut the steak with a knife and fork, feeding it to Joanna, who was grinning foolishly, and then feeding it to her red lips. His elegant demeanor was completely different from his brutal appearance when he banished the martyr judge. Only the gods truly knew the terror of the destroyer of all worlds.

899. Hmph.

Fenrui sat up on the sofa, frowned, and asked, "Waiting for what?"

"Night".

Nolan smiled back, stretched, and casually took off his tattered robe to go upstairs. "Before that, we can perhaps wander around and pick out some interesting partners. Evil gods, good gods, it doesn't matter. This game only has winners and losers. Ugh, the smell of the Divine Light is nauseating. I need to clean myself up properly."

Whether the witches in the living room understood or not was irrelevant. What mattered was that Nolan was going to take a bath. For believers, the damned charm of the Chaotic Truth was especially deadly. The ladies had different expressions, their eyes instantly sharpened, and their gazes kept colliding in the air. Serving the God up close and getting close to that person's delicate body must be an unparalleled blessing!

"I want to take a bath with my big sister too!"

Joanna was obviously not among them, but her attachment to her sister was genuine. She didn't know when they had last bathed together, and just imagining it excited her. So the demon girl skipped and hopped after her.

The others, not wanting to be left behind, rushed upstairs, stripping off their clothes and leaving their unique underwear scattered all over the floor. In the end, the bathroom was filled with witches, creating a steamy and erotic scene.

"Move over there!"

"Why are you squeezing?"

"Go away!"

Several women huddled together, cursing and shoving each other. The originally spacious bathtub could hardly accommodate so many people. Nolan sighed, sat on Fenrir's lap, picked up the Goddess of Loveliness, and started rubbing bubbles on her head.

"Hmph?"

Joanna hummed a playful tune when she suddenly had a mischievous idea. She bit her lip, and her long hair, soaking in the water, shone with a scarlet light. Blood seeped out continuously, soon staining the clear hot water red, like a vat of blood.

"Hey! You little rascal!"

Skuld screamed and was the first to jump out. The others soaking in the blood pool also felt their scalps tingle and fled one after another. They saw the demon girl haughtily raising her nose and snuggling into Nolan's arms, monopolizing the place of her sister's ever-growing faith.

Hilde and Janna were furious but helpless. The Blood Demon was the most powerful demon among the eight pillars, and even the power of saints could not withstand the erosion of truth. Their flesh and blood would be directly melted away.

The alluring sisters bathed in the pool of blood, seemingly oblivious to the rich and malevolent aura. Their snow-white skin remained untouched by any filth, creating an exceptionally eerie scene.

"My dear sister... will always belong to me!"

Joanna extended her tongue and gently licked Nolan's neck. The intoxicating fragrance emanated from the veins beneath his skin, and the sweet, divine blood was so tempting that she couldn't help but open her small mouth, revealing her sharp teeth, wanting to kiss him passionately.

Boom!

At that moment, Nolan raised his hand and tapped Joanna on the head. Joanna whimpered softly, clutching her forehead as she sank into the pool of blood, feeling extremely wronged.

"A chaotic body wreaks havoc on the bloodline, a favorite of violent madmen who cannot tolerate the world. I don't want you to die in my arms."

"Damn it, then turn me into a witch of chaos! I've had enough of this damned bloodthirsty demon and its whispers. It's like being constantly spied on. It's all that bitch Tess's fault!"

Joanna roared wildly, plunging her ten fingers into her chest and tearing out her vibrant, beating heart. The branding marks, covered in black blood, were strikingly visible, but the wound healed in the blink of an eye. Skuld was dumbfounded by the astonishing regenerative power.

Blood splattered in the bathroom, and the powerful evil divine force made it hard for everyone to breathe. Saya curled up in the corner and screamed in terror. It was clear that this was not the first time she had encountered such a situation. She only calmed down when Nolan gently comforted her in his arms again.

"How could that be? You are very important to me, sweetie."

"Ugh..."

Joanna nodded obediently, instantly transforming back into a harmless and sweet girl. Skadi, still shaken, silently sheathed her weapon, not daring to approach the blood pool even a step further. Not all gods were as incompetent as Matt; at least the Eight Pillar Demons were not.

Nolan beckoned with his finger, leaning against the blood pool as a signal. Fenrir snorted and came forward with a cold expression of unsatisfied desire to wipe her master's smooth back. The succubus secretary lifted her shining silver hair and carefully washed her back. Hilde, whose status was obviously higher, knelt down beside the girl, panting, and massaged her soft body.

"You've seen Serantia on the Ark. If you were to fight her, what are your chances of winning?"

Joanna's eyes lit up, eager to try, and she shouted excitedly, "Yay! You want to kill her? I've disliked her for a long time!"

Nolan glared at her sister, Joanna, who shrank back, tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then lowered her head to honestly answer, "Maybe less than half, maybe even less. She woke up much earlier than me. I'm sorry, big sister, I'm so useless..."

"This is the answer I expected. There's no need to apologize. Serantia is probably the strongest of the eight demon gods right now. If the Great Tomb of Nazarick is revived, her personal will will likely take over a large part of the eight demon gods."

Nolan lowered his head in thought, but he didn't intend to kick the Demon King's mistress out of the game. After all, the relationship between the Abyss and the Throne of Chaos was still relatively harmonious, and he couldn't forget Thrantia's beautiful body. However, he had to make preparations before nightfall and accumulate enough bargaining chips to compete with the Night Mother for the Eight Pillars.

Perhaps it was an accident, or perhaps it was fate, but the Blood Demon God was reborn through the Hunter God Clan and resided in the body of a half-blooded God Sensitive. Joanna was able to grow so quickly because of Saya, her excellent "milk bottle." Serantia transformed this useless person into an outstanding blood sacrifice, and every war would recharge the Blood Altar of the Enemy.

Unlike poor little Meru, Joanna is now powerful enough that Nolan could shatter her divine shell, obliterate the Blood Demon's will, and fully unleash the truth at any moment. But that would also mean her sister would become a true demon...

That was not the outcome Alicia and Tess wanted to see, but Joanna had already been infected by the truth, and her personality and body had undergone earth-shattering changes, which could not be changed even after she returned to being a mortal.

Nolan looked into Joanna's clear eyes, somewhat hesitant. This difficult decision was perhaps best left to her to make.

"If the Great Cemetery really comes back to life, will that day be the end of everyone?"

Shkodelle was deeply worried, pondering serious issues that didn't fit her persona, even though the once-powerful Lawful Order was no more.

Fenruier sneered, "Whether it's my doomsday or not, I don't know, but it's definitely the end of the Holy Temple! The Four White Demons are already in the hands of their master, plus the Vicious Demon Julia, the Blood Demon Joanna, and the Necrotic Demon Serantia. Now, all that's missing is the return of the Cursed Demon. Beyond the Abyss lies the Supreme Plane, where abundant elemental supplies will be restored. After lying dormant for so long, with Huangyan Province as our strategic base, the demons will be unstoppable."

900. The Generosity of the God-King

Janna covered her mouth in surprise. It turned out that everything was going according to Nolan's plan. This was the first time she had heard of the Dragon Slaying War or the Chaos of the Divine Kingdom. The mad witch not only helped the Abyss escape from the end of the void and return to the ranks of the world's powers, but now she was going to summon the Eight Pillars to fight against the Holy Mother of Light.

Only now did Skadi realize that she was following a mad god who would one day destroy all order and balance and plunge the world into a vortex of chaos.

"Yes."

Nolan slowly rose to his feet. His flawless, immortal body was untouched by a single drop of blood. However, Fenrir forgot one person, a crucial one: Sion.

Awakening that man cost Roland a great deal of effort and greatly delayed the expansion of the army of the dead, but it did nothing to help Nightfall dominate the abyss. Instead, it gave Serantia the confidence to act arrogantly.

With the return of the true demon overlord, Ghost Rider lost a powerful card in his hand, and the Demon Army returned to Serantia's control. It can be said that Roland created an "opponent" for himself, who was also his old nemesis, which does not make sense.

Therefore, Nolan has reason to speculate that the recall of the Demon Overlord was not a dark whisper conveyed by the Black Lich, but rather someone's own decision, the true purpose of which is unknown, and does not seem to be a puppet of the Night Mother.

In short, this is a perfect opportunity to enter the fray. With enough leverage, Serantia will no longer be subject to the Black Lich. If Nightfall knew that Nolan already had four White Demons in his grasp, he probably wouldn't be so patient.

"Making a deal with the devil is tantamount to slow suicide..."

Skuld muttered a well-known Federation proverb to himself, his face turning pale and then red, as if he couldn't imagine the scene of the Eight Pillars descending to earth. It would be a catastrophe, because it wouldn't be so easy to put them back in the Great Tomb.

"No, contracts are tricks used by the gods to deceive mortals. Now I'm going to give them benefits, and they can't refuse. That's called generosity."

Nolan lifted Skuld's chin, his fingertips tracing the seraph's smooth back, gently stroking her damp feathers. This small gesture alone made Skuld's cheeks flush. No one could resist the temptation of being so close to the supreme divine power; only the Chaos Apostle could enjoy this honor.

This is the generosity of the beautiful goddess king. There are no conspiracies, no tricks, but you just can't resist her. She has everything you want, and all your long-cherished dreams will be realized in the void.

Night falls every day, and no one knows which night Nolan is waiting for. They only care about serving their master every minute and every second. The God King is never stingy with his favor, and everyone can share this generosity. The powerful divine light caresses the girls' bodies thoroughly, penetrating every crevice and granting every request, until the witches fall into a deep sleep, completely satisfied.

.......

At the bottom of the abyss, deep within the dark palace, lies the Great Tomb of the Eight Demon Gods, a place where light can never penetrate.

In the darkness, faint lights flickered, illuminating the audience corridor leading to the gloomy ancient castle hall. The six fully armed demon statues stood like sculptures at the hall's entrance, while the demon runes of the four leaders were inlaid in the dark crystal walls, ready to be teleported to an audience at any time. At this moment, numerous terrifying fluctuations lurked within the Demon King's castle, the dark elements dense and rich, several times stronger than in its decadent past. All of this was because someone had repaired the shattered Supreme Dimension.

The graceful figure on the magic crystal throne rested her chin on her hand, as quiet as if she had been dead for a long time, without a trace of life. The curse of weakness could not harm the devil, but it certainly wasted a lot of Serantia's time to recover.

Below the stone steps, only one person guards the royal guard. He is the Demon King's most loyal demon commander and the most powerful demon warrior in the history of the Abyss.

Sion, holding a helmet and a dragon spear, his once handsome face now pale and lifeless, his dark eyes flashing with both demonic and death runes. He had gradually adapted to the body of the dead, and from some angles, he was perhaps even more terrifying than the demon girl behind him.

Evil spirits are not bound by the shackles of life, nor restricted by the collapse of flesh and blood. They can maintain peak high-intensity combat until they are shattered. From a combat perspective, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, allowing the demon ruler to break through the limits of mortals in every aspect.

"call........"

After a long while, the Abyss Demon King let out a long sigh, his high chest heaving slightly, his gaze shifting between light and shadow, only relaxing when he glanced at the reliable back of Sion.

Serantia originally intended to assassinate the Cherry Blossom King in order to seize the Twin Godhood, but unexpectedly, Roland and Tess each had their own ulterior motives, indirectly seducing the Sorrowful Demon God behind the scenes. Although she lost her godhood, she welcomed back her only trustworthy and powerful subordinate, so the result was not unacceptable.

Now the Demon Girl faces the same dilemma. In her and the Black Lich's plan, Sion was originally an extremely important link. His soul was exceptionally powerful and could even suppress the Demon God, so he should have become the host of the Instantaneous Body. However, Roland's death aroused the vengeful Moonlit Hunter. The Demon Lord fell on the night of prophecy, and since then, the Instantaneous Body Demon God has disappeared without a trace.

The known Blood Demon and the Malefic Demon now belong to the Throne of Chaos and the Obsidian Empire, respectively. The Mourning Demon and the Bone Twins have been taken away by Tess and Talion, respectively. Finding the four White Demons will be incredibly difficult, and awakening the Eight Pillars seems a distant prospect…