Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Before leaving, the Demon King specifically instructed the old man who was guarding the house to take good care of Mei Ruo, and even to use some force to suppress her if necessary. It was most appropriate for him to keep an eye on the Instantaneous Demon God.

905. Consider it your dowry.

The carriage passed through the portal and landed steadily on the ground. The sun shone brightly outside the window, and the scent of grass and soil was full of vitality. The location of the plane could not be determined by spatial coordinates alone. Although she held three divine sparks, Serantia should not have only brought Goethe with her, no matter what she wanted to do.

Where are you taking me?

Serantia squinted and hooked her arm around Invincible's neck, her seductive smile waking her up. "What, are you afraid I'll eat you up? We didn't just decide to elope with you on a whim."

"Oh, is it too late for me to get the gift back now?"

"It's too late, so consider it your dowry. You're mine now, my little beauty."

The demon girl laughed wildly and offered a kiss, leaving a hot lip print on the silver helmet. Such a generous witch was indeed intoxicating, but conquering her was not so simple.

"Speaking of which, don't you really want me to do something for you? If the Abyss joins the Throne of Chaos, not to mention the Temple of Light, even if the Obsidian Empire and the Savage Beast Territory join forces, they won't be able to stop us."

Invincible laughed, feigning ignorance.

What can you do for me?

“There are many options. For example, telling you where your mother is, what she is doing, and what she is thinking. Or, try some of the traditional activities you've never experienced before. Do you prefer to attack from the front or the back, or perhaps from both sides?”

Serantia, biting her index finger, looked up and played with Invincible. Her feigned innocence and naivety were easy to seduce. She was clever and accurately grasped Nolan's true purpose. But the difference between open and covert schemes is that you have no choice but to comply.

Invincible stroked his chin, picked up Serantia and placed her on his lap, grinning mischievously, "I like them all."

"Oh! What a greedy fellow!"

The demon girl gasped softly and giggled, "Let's start from the front then."

It doesn't matter. As long as the conditions are right, there is nothing that cannot be sold, including the wicked old mother. The Destroyer of All Realms can also be the Chaos Mother Goddess, and the kind that can be loved and favored.

"Um, Your Majesty, I'm still here..."

At this moment, the coachman outside the curtain tactlessly emphasized his presence. Serantia's face stiffened, but she smiled and said, "If you say another word, you'll be gone in a second."

Goethe shuddered, his handsome face revealing deep-seated fear. Serving the Demon King alone meant trust, but it didn't necessarily mean it was a good job, especially with a capricious and chaotic witch by his side.

The carriage merged onto the scorched stone road, its destination unknown. Outside the window, the sky was ablaze with red clouds, and the sounds of people were deafening. A faint stench mingled with loud curses and the low growls of cargo-carrying camel-like beasts. The temperature here was noticeably higher than in the abyss, and the savage orc language clearly indicated that the three of them were in the wilderness. So Serantia tugged at her collar to get some fresh air.

"The lord of the Cocolia plane is the Saint of Wrathful Fang, a half-werewolf who hates halflings but yearns for the Holy Alliance because of his mother's birth. He has an eccentric style and considers himself a noble. He shouldn't be offended by our arrival. Have you prepared the gifts?"

“Yes, Your Majesty, or rather, Miss Thran.”

"very good."

The great revolution initiated by the Blue Shield King and the Seven Luminaries Holy Son liberated most of the Holy Alliance's territory. Now, Serantia's identity is that of a fallen noblewoman who fled Avalon. She swirled her platinum goblet, leaned close to the Silver Knight's ear, and softly explained, "I'm taking you to see someone."

"Who?"

"The Cursed Demon God".

Invincible was taken aback. She guessed that Julia and Serantia might know the whereabouts of the last Black Devil, but she didn't expect the Demon Lord, who possessed both beauty and wisdom, to be so straightforward. Nolan's frankness allowed both sides to skip the bargaining stage and move towards the same goal.

"Is it in the wilderness?"

Invincible clenched his fist, his mental energy sweeping across the entire plane, but he found no feedback of the aura of truth. Instead, he sensed several powerful fluctuations.

"No, she's a very cautious girl. She'll never show herself until she's absolutely sure she's safe. But we can find her followers."

Are you confident you can persuade her?

"Who knows? I'm in a good mood right now, but if she dares to ask for too much, don't blame me for getting physical. You'll help me, right?"

Serantia cooed sweetly, then suddenly cried out in surprise and fell into Wudi's arms. The carriage shook violently, as if it had been hit quite hard.

Loud laughter and insulting curses came from outside the window. A troop of giant wolf cavalry flew past quickly. The high-level magical beasts were incredibly strong, knocking over many caravans of camels and dragons. Even the carriages were not spared. When they saw the rare Western human orc cavalry, they turned around and taunted them.

In the wilderness, the law of the jungle is the only truth. The giant wolf cavalry belonged to the White Wolf tribe of the East Rifttooth Fortress. They had few formidable enemies in the Cocolia plane. The skinny orcs on the Scorched Stone Road were used to it. It was already a miracle that they hadn't been robbed. They quickly packed up their supplies, moved them back to their wagons, and set off one after another. The small human wagons were once again squeezed to the back by the other camel dragons.

"Disgusting bastard!"

Goethe's face was grim, and curses swirled around his palms. When had the Nightmare Commander ever suffered such humiliation? But without the Demon King's order, he dared not act on his own.

The carriage traveled eastward, the sweltering heat making the two demons, who had long lived in the shadows, restless and uncomfortable. The Furious Fang tribe was also just around the corner.

The Cocolia plane is vast, with numerous rugged orc fortresses dotting the barren lands. Perhaps due to frequent clashes with another barbaric overlord, the Obsidian Empire, the various tribes have very comprehensive air defenses. From afar, towering city walls covered with skeletal armor can be seen, and every anti-gravity magic crystal tower is patrolled by sentries.

Along the way, they encountered another pack of beasts returning to their tribe with their spoils. They seemed to have just returned from a battle. The wolves howled and boasted about their legion's strength, making quite a racket. Behind the army, there were some sheep people and fox people wearing chains like livestock, looking listless. In the wilderness, there was no concept of slavery, but the weak were even more lowly than the weeds by the roadside, always belonging to the strong, who could possess or destroy them at any time.

Serantia covered her nose, praising with a mixture of disgust and admiration: "What a warlike and barbaric people. Compared to the orcs, the Snowmen are quite elegant, which is enviable."

Having such a wild and loyal army is what puts the king at ease. Invincible nodded in agreement. Orcs are not considered a superior race, and their civilization level is the most backward among the great powers of the world. They have always been weak in the confrontation between magic crystal heavy weapons and legion-level firepower forbidden spells, and they rely purely on their berserk brute force to suppress others. This is exactly the style of the Throne of Chaos.

The Glory Avenue outside the walls of Wrathfang is covered with animal bone totems, and rudimentary trenches and spiked roadblocks are everywhere. Their individual combat ability may not be as good as that of demons and elves, but their reproductive ability is no less than that of humans and free people. Their not-so-outstanding intelligence is also more conducive to being controlled and dominated by the Royal Lion. The bloodthirsty worship of the ancient beast god makes every city here like a fully armed war zone. Men, women, and children are all excellent warriors who can be put into war at any time.

906. The Savage Gentleman

The long queue slowly advanced, and when it was finally the carriage's turn to enter the city, it was stopped by two tall, thin white wolf guards. The werewolves had fierce eyes, and they lifted the curtain to scrutinize the knight and girl inside the carriage. Even though the other party had a pass, they did not intend to give it a chance, and they mocked them in the orc language, spitting everywhere, showing extreme disdain for the allied human race.

Goethe cursed inwardly, but smiled and presented a crystal dragon scale with both hands. Scales from a gem dragon were rare. The captain of the guards' eyes lit up, and he snatched it, admiring it. Only then did he wave his hand and tell them to hurry inside.

Bribery works everywhere, but while orcs don't value money and look down on cowards hiding in metal huts, they have a particular fondness for the spoils of powerful creatures.

The main city of Furious Fang is built in a canyon. Inside the high walls, there are no tall buildings, but mostly animal skin tents and simple bone bags. Most of the orcs live in caves and crypts. A long street of gravel smells bad. Butchers' chopping boards are full of raw monster meat, attracting mosquitoes and flies. Grain and leather are piled up haphazardly by the roadside, and you can even see unattended corpses.

Serantia lifted the curtain and frowned slightly. Her pretty face immediately attracted many unfriendly gazes from the orcs. The orc tribe did not disappoint her at all. Blood and riots were everywhere. Two soldiers could go berserk and fight each other in the street just because of a glance, until one of them had his throat slit.

"The White Wolf tribe and the War Bear tribe are considered to be doing relatively well. The situation of other tribes is much worse. They are extremely xenophobic. Foreign travelers are likely to be robbed by orcs before they even enter the city. The men are slaughtered on the spot, and the women are used as 'food' for the night. Soldiers are no different from bandits."

Invincible laughed, unconcerned, but somewhat nostalgic for the time when Eternity and the Three Phases were by his side. Liberating one's true nature is the purpose of the Chaotic Throne, so the two believe in opposing truths and laws, often resulting in violent conflicts. The terrifying power of the Supreme God echoes throughout the Supreme Divine Court, but neither can defeat the other.

"In the orcs' mindset, the weak are not worthy of property. Anything that can be taken from you does not belong to you; it only shows that you are too weak."

The Demon King covered his mouth and chuckled, expressing his agreement as a powerful being, "I can't say it's wrong. It seems that there are things to learn from these smelly orcs. Does that mean that whoever can kill Antonio can become the master of the beasts?"

"undoubtedly."

"Then I'd like to test just how powerful the Chosen Ones really are."

“If I were you, I wouldn’t do that. Although I don’t know what the Eternal Ones are doing, it has high hopes for that man. Besides, the Blood Boiling Frenzy is an extremely special truth. Even the Heavenly Father and the Night Mother would find it troublesome because it is the power that has broken away from the Elemental Wheel, the primordial rage born in the void.”

"Oh?"

Serantia fell into deep thought. She rarely heard Nolan give such high praise. Recalling the fleeting appearance of the Void Beast on the Ark, she felt a slight unease. How powerful must the Eternal Beast God, who was a supreme god alongside the Eight Pillars, be?

"And you, can you now defeat the Supreme Gods and remove their unattainable crowns?"

Invincible lifted the curtain and stepped out of the carriage. His silver-white armor gleamed in the sunlight, attracting the attention of many orcs. "If I were to do this, the first place I would go would be the Temple of the Seven Luminaries, and you wouldn't be sitting next to me so easily. All things in heaven and earth should look up to chaos and fear the void."

"Who knows if you're just putting on a brave face, or if you've actually had all your divine power exhausted by the Three Phases?"

"Believe it or not, finding that werewolf will lead to finding the Cursed Demon God."

The carriage stopped at the circular market in the center of the canyon. Invincible scanned the surroundings but sensed nothing but hostility; Cocolia seemed rather unwelcoming to them.

Serantia also stepped off the carriage, lifting her skirt, and said with a smile, "You could say that. Although I don't know how far Julia's progress has been, the Obsidian Empire and the Savage Beast Territory are still in a state of hostility, so her methods are unlikely to be effective."

Goethe asked several passing orcs, but did not get the answer he wanted. Just mentioning the name of Lord Wrathtooth made them nervous and run away. No one was willing to pay attention to the three strangely dressed outsiders.

The canyon battlefield is interconnected, and the half-wolf hybrid is hiding in some corner, or perhaps not even in the main city. Invincible took the most direct approach: she drew her flashy but impractical greatsword from her waist and plunged it into the red soil, the spiritual energy spreading in all directions, carrying a strong sense of provocation.

The unusual fluctuations quickly attracted the giant wolf cavalry, and mournful howls surged from all directions. A large number of orc guards instantly surrounded the market. Serantia glared at Invincible. She had no intention of being so conspicuous. If she angered the Wolf King, even if she found the Cursed Demon God, it wouldn't be so easy to succeed.

"Which fool dares to run wild in the Furious Fang tribe?"

One of the orc warlords, riding a white giant wolf, leaped off the boulder. His upper body was muscular and covered in scars, with his hair standing on end like steel needles. His sacred spirit released a crimson aura, flaunting his formidable strength.

Serantia took a deep breath, bowed politely to the overseer, and slowly said in Orcish, "Please forgive my companion's offense. We are from the Holy Alliance and have some connection with the ancestors of the Angry Fang tribe. We only wish to see Mr. Lancer for protection. We do not know where he is now?"

"Human refugees? Do you even deserve to see Lord Lancer!"

The werewolf snorted coldly, and the wild soldiers behind him also let out a harsh laugh. Only cowards would carry a heavy tortoise shell and drag their bodies down. Some orcs bared their teeth and approached step by step, already unable to resist the urge to tear the silver knight's armor apart.

Waaaaaah~~~~~~

At that moment, the guards on the southern watchtower sounded the horn, signaling the tribal lord to lead the herd back to the Furious Fang Canyon. The werewolf officer was invigorated and was about to order the elimination of the three foolish humans when a nimble werewolf rider arrived from afar with the chieftain's message.

The werewolf overseer shook his head in annoyance. After arguing for a few moments, he said in a deep voice, "Lord Lancer requests that you proceed to his private manor!"

After speaking, the wolf riders put away their weapons and pointed out the direction to Goethe. A squad of guards remained on high alert for any unusual behavior from the three men, with the warlord leading the way, clearly not trusting the outsiders.

A private estate?

Invincible and Serantia exchanged a smile. There really were orcs who considered themselves nobles. The carriage followed the rocky path up into the deep canyon, encountering many spiked military camps along the way, with herds of beasts stationed there running back and forth.

Soldiers without any protective gear fought each other in the iron cage. What seemed like training was actually a life-or-death struggle. Among them were some ferocious females whose fighting power was no less than that of the male war wolves. Some even had an absolute advantage, pinning their opponents down and ravaging them at will, without any fear of being watched. On the contrary, they were proud of it.

907. The Devil Contractor

Whether in terms of speed or combat power, Western warhorses are far inferior to Warcraft. No wonder the Alliance cavalry only have the Griffin Knights of Dawnstar City who can contend with the barbarian overlords. The delicate and beautiful human girl on the carriage was faintly visible, which made a group of ferocious beasts drool. Fortunately, the werewolf overseer was present, which saved a lot of trouble.

The incessant howling of wolves was driving Goethe crazy; he wished he could twist the heads off these wolf cubs. Serantia, however, curled her lips into a smile, pondering how to tame the wilderness. If she could possess both beasts and demons, dominating all realms would no longer be a dream. She could easily understand Iyef's ambition to create a dragon beast army. It was a pity that the Valley of the Spectrum lacked a bit of patience and luck; otherwise, the entire world would have submitted to the dragons.

The Nightmare Commander stopped the carriage and looked up to see that the werewolf lord's lair was actually a black church built at the top of the canyon, with orc maids in uniforms already waiting outside.

The cat-woman maid's eyes were unfocused and lifeless; she merely obeyed orders mechanically. Her body bore numerous claw marks, indicating that she had been subjected to considerable abuse.

The church was dimly lit, and strangely, there were no statues of gods in the main hall. The orc tribe never followed the temple rituals. The three followed the maid up the wooden stairs to a room deep in the valley, where there were still no lights.

"Please come in, my friends!"

Before the maid could knock, a low call came from inside. The awkward Allied language made Serantia chuckle. She waved her hand, indicating that Goethe should wait there.

Wudi pushed open the door and immediately smelled a strong stench of blood. The room was filled with a number of artworks and books that seemed meaningless to the orcs. A thin man was sitting at a desk by the window, having a meal.

The man was covered in blood, as if he had just been through a fierce battle, but now he was receiving guests in silk pajamas. The unusual fluctuations in his soul confirmed his identity as the White Wolf Lord.

Lancer looked up at the two men. His vertical pupils held a wild and ferocious aura. His deep features were much more human than his grotesque counterparts, and his expression was relatively kind. He did not notice anything unusual about the two "humans." His ears were hidden under his long braid, and his back was covered with thick hair. However, the strong smell of blood in the room came more from the fresh flesh and blood on the plates.

The werewolf lord's claws protruded from his sleeves. His fingers were not nimble, and he could only clumsily cut raw meat with a knife and fork to put it into his mouth. This did not make his movements more elegant, but rather made him look extremely strange.

“Miss Thran, isn’t that right? You see, even our names match perfectly. As the messenger from the Sanctuary of Stars would say, it’s fate. Welcome to my tribe!”

The incongruous werewolf gentleman raised his hand in greeting. Lancer's peculiar quirks were well-known and controversial in Cocolia, but no one in the Cracked Fang tribe could question the White Wolf Lord's authority because of his strength.