Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"Has the Black Lich returned?"

Mr. Sion shook his head in response; he was merely a silent follower of orders, as always.

Thrantia snorted coldly and crushed the handle of the Black Crystal Throne with a "crack." Her long-standing dissatisfaction with the Black Lich had reached a breaking point.

It was the Black Lich who caused Sion's inexplicable death in order to resurrect the evil spirit Roland. Even though that kid has been guarding the Great Tomb of Nazarick for so long in place of the Demon Lord, it cannot change this fact. She even has an ambiguous relationship with Talion. She knew the whereabouts of the Sorrowful Demon God all along but kept it a secret, which made the situation infinitely passive for the Abyss. If we wait until the Holy Mother of Light brings the Radiant Bird to deal with the demons, it will be too late.

"Was it my mother's divine will or her own selfish desires...?"

Thrantia pondered to herself, having already guessed the true identity of the Black Lich. Many women had been infatuated with Roland in the past, but few had the ability to scheme against Tess. However, Thrantia had no time to worry about the Mistress of Myriad Leaves at this moment. Her immediate priority was still to find the Demon God. Currently, the only known holder of the divine title was the Cursed Demon God that Julia had mentioned.

Just then, a rift opened in the sky, and turbulent currents brought in unknown invaders.

"Who goes there!?"

The six golems soared into the sky in fury, their dark martial arts surging forth. The last person to dare invade the Dark Temple was a Chaos Knight, whom they were powerless to stop. But don't think that just anyone can offend the Abyss Lord.

Mr. Xi squinted, suddenly sensing a familiar presence...

901. A Belated Agreement

Castlevania is no longer the fragile, empty nest it once was. The moment the spatial barrier malfunctioned, numerous bone-faced liches floated above the Great Tomb of Nazarick, deploying an anti-vibration barrier to prevent the rift from spreading further and bringing in more enemies.

The rise of the Chaos Throne has led various factions to pay more attention to Void raids. Only spatial magic can restrict the free movement of Chaos Apostles, and tragedies like those in Valhalla will not be repeated.

Surprisingly, there were only two intruders: a comical clown in a brightly colored suit and an inconspicuous, sleazy dwarf. The appearance of the Entropy Demon is usually not good news.

"Tsk, I still prefer the desolate wasteland filled with despair from before. The abyss of elemental resurgence is rather unpleasant."

"You demons are all ugly, you never disappoint me."

The demon the dwarf was referring to naturally included his gargoyle companion. The clown smiled, his neck slightly twisted, and a dangerous green light emanated from his eyes.

Uninvited intruders are always considered enemies; this is a universal rule for interdimensional travel. Moreover, these two arrogant demons are talking to themselves, completely disregarding the master of the abyss.

"Your Majesty!"

The Spider Guardian among the six golems attacked first, its eight arms wielding sharp blades to slash in a spiral, while its foul-smelling mouthparts spewed out swarms of putrid insects. The dwarf and the clown screamed and fled, each trying to get away.

"Watch out for the giant spider. Who will be responsible if it ruins the gift Master gave to His Majesty the Demon King?"

The clown patted the white-haired girl on his back, seemingly fearless, yet still arrogant.

"Gift?"

At that moment, a cold voice came from the Dark Hall. Serantia yawned, her eyes flashing with a cold light. Just because she liked that little cutie didn't mean that any worthless person could run rampant in the Abyss.

"Does my house not have a main entrance? You always have to barge in from the back. You have no manners at all. Or does the Chaos Apostle prefer other entrances?"

The Abyss Demon King's alluring voice was incredibly seductive, yet his lewd words revealed a strong murderous intent, suggesting he was in a very bad mood.

"Regarding this, I will have your master experience it for himself. As for you... ha, Sion, bring their heads and gifts to me!"

"As ordered."

The silent statue deep within the hall donned its helmet, and the next second it appeared in the sky above the Great Tomb on a skeletal warhorse. Its deathly figure even made the madman of the Chaos Throne quite wary.

Under the dark moon, the dragon spear in the Demon Lord's hand emitted a blinding red light. The cowardly dwarf had long since escaped to some unknown place using spatial magic, leaving only Entropy Demon Li Xin to face the Demon King's wrath alone. The gargoyle's eerie green eyes stared intently at Sion, not daring to blink. He knew he had nowhere to escape; everyone knew the man's laws, yet no one could ever defend against them.

coming!

The clown's heart pounded. As the warning signs appeared, the Dragon Spear's edge was already close at hand. Its overwhelming power pierced through the petrifying ray and shattered the supernatural force.

"Demi...god."

Entropy Demon gritted his teeth but dared not move. Even if he had stood at the peak of the extraordinary in the past, he might not have been a match for Sion. Who knew that the Demon Lord had quietly embarked on the path of advancement? The tip of the spear stopped in front of him, and the intimidating sharpness made the clown's right eye sting unbearably. There was only one reason why Sion stopped: that gift of life.

"The aura of truth... the Great Necropolis is actually welcoming her?"

The withered soil beneath the bone-faced lich's feet seemed to come alive, and the six-pointed star magic circle revealed eerie runes, while the cursed light shone on the girl on the clown's back.

"Instant Prison!?"

Serantia also discovered the truth. A dark ripple surged from the depths of the hall toward the Entropy Demon, transforming into a large hand that gently placed Meiruo before the throne. The unconscious demon girl carried the White Demon God's curse, and the aura of truth was so strong that it made the Demon King laugh out loud. This was truly an unexpected gift.

Sion sheathed his dragon spear, his gaze suddenly shifting as he sensed the turbulent currents stirring behind the plane. Sure enough, the spatial rift opened again. The demon who failed to complete his mission had fled quickly, but had brought with him an even more terrifying figure.

"Invincible!"

As the Black Knight strode into the abyss with his giant blade, the colossus behind him vanished in a flash. The six golems looked tense and gathered behind the Demon Lord. The witch had replaced Sion as the new embodiment of fear. Even if the Chaos God had no hostility, it was hard not to be afraid in the face of the Chaos God.

Invincible waved his hand, shook his head and sighed. The clown, with a grim face, immediately retreated into the void. The puppet's original task was to go and "have a heart-to-heart" with Julia, but those two idiots managed to mess up such a small matter. Apart from causing trouble, they couldn't help at all. It was clear how much the Throne of Chaos needed the White Lich.

Before the Black Knight could approach Serantia, someone had already blocked her path.

"You've come at the perfect time! Chaos Knight, if I remember correctly, I still owe you a duel, though it's a bit late, for which I am deeply sorry."

Xi Weng leaned forward, bowed his head in greeting, then raised the dragon spear and threw it to the ground, embedding it in the stone wall. He then casually took out another white bone spear as a weapon, since the dragon spear was ultimately an invincible weapon.

The words of the Evil Lord Commander shocked the entire Great Tomb. The commotion inside and outside the hall was constant. To this day, no sane person with a clear mind would choose to challenge the Chaos God Envoy. However, Sion, who had never experienced the battle of the Ark, had a calm and fearless gaze. He was simply doing something that had to be done. Nothing else mattered, and neither did his chances of winning.

Strength and weakness, victory and defeat, the battlefield will provide the answers. Those who only fight battles they are certain to win are not worthy of being called warriors.

"It seems that there is such a thing..."

After a moment of contemplation, Wudi was surprised by the stubbornness of the resurrected evil spirit. So he temporarily put aside the Demon King and accepted Sion's duel. No one knew that this battle between the pinnacle of the mortal world was only based on a verbal agreement.

The duel between the Chaos Knight and the Demon Lord is not something that can be seen every day. More and more demon soldiers rushed to watch, completely surrounding the Great Tomb of the Eight Demon Gods. Among them were the Six Entropy Demons and the Demon King with a strange expression.

Serantia was still basking in the surprise her lover had sent her, unaware that her sweetheart had gotten into a fight with her beloved confidante. However, she didn't intervene. Given Sion's personality, once he made up his mind, no one could stop him, and she was no exception.

Seeing that Invincible had no mount, the Demon Lord dismounted with great style. He dragged his spear and stepped into the six-pointed star formation. With just a glance, the surrounding golem guards and demon warriors immediately retreated, making room for the two to fight. For the demon warrior, breaking his promise was more humiliating than defeat.

Before the battle began, Xi Weng nodded, held his spear horizontally in front of him, and looked relieved.

"Thank you."

Invincible laughed, "For what?"

902. Duel

"For this duel."

Sion's eyes were complex and meaningful. When life itself became a constraint, there were fewer and fewer things in his world worth cherishing. Although a very important part of his soul remained forever in the land of the dead, only the heart of a strongman remained unchanged.

"Alright, since we're going to fight, then don't disappoint me. Try to hold out as long as possible, Demon Lord!"

Invincible brandished his flamboyant broken blade, unleashing a powerful storm that isolated the wasteland at the heart of the Great Tomb, its destructive force sending chills down one's spine.

"Insanity!"

With his knees slightly bent and poised to strike, an excited growl escaped his throat. The demonic curse in his left eye and the rune of the dead in his right eye were activated simultaneously, eliminating the tedious probing phase.

The purplish-black flames lingered in the dark abyss, and even breathing could be tainted by the deadly annihilation aura. Ordinary opponents would find it difficult to even move, but for the Demon Overlord, the output environment never needed to be created; his domain was the perfect battlefield!

Sion's figure wandered in the wind, his afterimages flashing and leaping frequently. His invincible giant blade slashes were all illusions that shrank into the ground, making it difficult to catch the real thing. So the Black Knight once again raised the broken sword and plunged it into the Great Tomb.

boom!

Annihilation flames eroded the spatial barrier, and enormous tentacles emerged from behind the void, slapping against the wasteland in an attempt to force out the true form of Qi Weng. The violent tremors caused the entire Dark Hall to shake, and the battlefield of the Great Tomb continued to expand as the two powerful beings clashed, seemingly making even the outer Demon City no longer safe.

The solid barrier of the Supreme Plane showed countless cracks under the pressure of the Chaos God's might, resembling the apocalyptic scene of the abyss falling to the end of the world. The devastating scene caused many demons to flee in panic. Serantia bit her finger and cursed her rude lover in her heart. Her surprise turned into horror.

The truth is, no one has ever witnessed the Chaos Knight's true power. Last time, the Demon Girl couldn't hold on until the end and fainted. When she awoke, the Demon God of Plague's will had already vanished...

The dark sky and the gloomy earth both yielded and shrank before the void. The shattered space squeezed and rubbed, revealing the fault barrier hidden behind it, leaving Sion nowhere to hide. The creature that had trespassed should have been shattered along with the space, but the man was like a phantom, nimbly moving along the edge of the broken wall.

With a single step, Xi Weng appeared above the Great Cemetery. The green light flashed like an arrow, teleporting in three stages. Each leap amplified the speed, combining extreme speed and power as it pierced straight down, the wind whistling through the air.

Clang!

Invincible drew his broken blade and struck the bone spear with the handle of his dragon tooth. The bone spear could not withstand the power of a demigod and had no advantage as a divine weapon. It shattered into powder the moment it made contact. The resulting ring-shaped air burst swept through the six-pointed star array like a torrent, dispelling the gloom that surrounded the hall.

Sion didn't dare linger. He then launched a powerful counterattack, leaping back and disappearing into the fault line once more. His shadow appeared in every dark corner as he silently drew a new white bone spear from behind. His expression was unusually calm, and the slight setback did not shake the demon warrior.

This terrifying duel was enough to be recorded in the prologue of the Chaotic Era, but now no one dares to approach the Great Tomb, for fear of being swept into the void storm and shattered to pieces. Even watching has become a luxury. Only the Abyss Demon King can still stand at the top of the hall, his cold eyes fixed on the raging monster wielding the giant blade.

"Transcending death has granted you the power to break through the mortal world. No longer bound by the shackles of life, evil spirits are fearless. Very well, then let me see if there is a place for demons on the path of advancement!"

With a stomp of her foot, Invincible unleashed three chaotic tentacles that crawled and wriggled beneath her feet, summoning a void ring above her head that devoured all things. The light receded, the sound vanished, and the black hole blurred the vision of the outer realms, tearing the Great Tomb into an abyss.

As space was torn apart and plunged into the void, the Great Tomb of the Eight Demon Gods was pushed out of the abyss, and the battlefield was thus pulled into the void. Sion, shrouded in ghostly light, stood motionless on the fault wall behind him, stubbornly resisting the pull of divine power, and the light of curse in his eyes grew stronger.

"Instant Hell!"

The divine martial arts technique was quietly activated; it was the strongest weapon that Xi Weng possessed, the Instantaneous Curse, but chaos had already enveloped everything.

In the darkness where it was impossible to see clearly, Serantia clearly sensed a green streak passing through her field of vision, as small and weak as a hair, torn away by the black hole.

Ding!

When the spear finally reached the Black Knight after struggling through the void, it had only a negligible amount of force left, like a needle striking armor and leaving a shallow dent.

Even so, Serantia and Invincible were quite surprised. The confrontation between law and power was a foregone conclusion, and this was a meaningless duel.

"Not bad, but not enough. Is borrowed truth any good? Or are you planning to live under someone else's roof for the rest of your life?"

Invincible patted her shoulder armor; her contemptuous mockery was more like a soul-searching interrogation, striking at the heart of the Demon Lord.

Sion squinted and remained silent. He could not see the enemy, nor could he sense the elemental fluctuations. However, the divine voice of the runes conveyed to his heart, fully demonstrating the opponent's ease. In this unequal duel, his rich combat experience had become useless. He could not identify the weakness, could not grasp the timing, and seemed powerless to turn the tide no matter what action he took.

Is this despair?

Despite the overwhelming force before him, Sion remained unmoved, knowing only that the battle was not over and that this place was still a battlefield.

"Instant... Hell!"

A glimmer of light shone from those lifeless pupils as he unleashed divine martial arts techniques time and again, disregarding the immense consumption and strain. Serantia sighed softly, not at all surprised by his persistence.

At this moment, the Demon Lord seemed to have become a blind tailor, his sewing needle piercing wildly, even pricking his own hand at one point. There was no response, no counterattack. The opponent could remain invincible without doing anything. This was the real humiliation.

"No! That's not how it works!"

"Wrong again..."

"How could this be?"

......

"Yes, that's right!"