Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Serantia didn't know what kind of sense of belonging the orcs were seeking with their awkward aristocratic manners, nor did she care. She lifted her skirt and smiled, "It is our honor to be received by you."

The noble girl, a rare sight in the wilderness, was quite pleasing to the eye. Lancer couldn't help but take a few more glances. The tribal lord, who had never ventured to the other side of the star map, had a strong curiosity about the West, not to mention that she was a refugee.

“Beautiful lady, I heard you are a member of my mother’s clan, but I haven’t seen you wearing the lancer insignia. Heh, the Holy Alliance probably doesn’t welcome any nobles these days. It’s quite amusing that you’ve fallen to this state.”

"........"

Serantia smiled without saying a word, but stared intently at the half-werewolf. She seemed to confirm a certain guess through a familiar aura, and appeared quite pleased. The cursed contractor could not be hidden from the demon girl.

Lancer felt a chill run down his spine from those captivating eyes. He put down his knife and fork, his smug smile vanished, and he became wary. The awe and humility he had hoped to see were nowhere to be seen on the other man's face; instead, his attitude was arrogant and casual, which was very unusual.

"Hmm... Is this silent gentleman your guardian knight? He's quite strong, but shouldn't he introduce himself before meeting the master of the Rift Fang tribe? Isn't that the proper etiquette for nobles?"

Lancer sniffed, extremely dissatisfied, but Serantia snapped her fingers, directly dispelling the illusion spell and getting straight to the point.

"Unfortunately, we are not nobles."

The noblewoman exuded a strong dark aura, her sharp horns were exceptionally conspicuous, and the Lord of the Rending Fang's pupils shrank, but he did not panic.

"They're actually abyssal demons! How dare these shameful devil servants show their faces in the White Wolf Territory! You've got some nerve!"

"Could it be... that you aren't?"

Serantia licked her lips and gently embraced the silver knight's hand, as if to tell Invincible that they hadn't come to the wrong place or the wrong person.

"I don't know what you're talking about, ma'am."

Lancer crossed his arms, his gaze bloodthirsty, whether from confidence in his own strength or from something else entirely, he made no intention of summoning his subordinates.

“Mr. Lancer, I’ve heard your story a lot, and I’m curious how a lowly half-breed could climb to this position.”

Serantia's voice was clear and bright, gradually revealing the hypocrisy of the White Wolf Lord. Serantia's expression changed slightly, and he could no longer remain calm.

"You were never strong enough from birth. You were always the shortest wolf in the tribe, denied the blessing of the Beast God and the power of mad blood. You suffered oppression from a young age, all because your mother was a spoil of war brought back from a tribe expedition, the kind of goat woman that everyone could enjoy. Ha, you don't even know who your father is!"

"shut up!"

The table in front of Lancer was split in two, and his eyes were bloodshot. He may not have inherited the madness of boiling blood, but he was not lacking in the brutality and cruelty that orcs should have.

"And who are you, the White Wolf Lord who is all show and no substance? The orcs have to submit to your power, but they can't give you a sense of identity. Unfortunately, the humans won't accept you either. You're just a bastard who sold his soul. How pathetic."

sand------!

A fierce wind tore through the darkness, and the deepest secret in his heart was ruthlessly exposed. Enraged, the orc pounced on the girl, but his claws were blocked by the metal armor, making a screeching sound, and he was pushed back to his original position by the recoil.

Serantia continued with a smile, "Tell me, who gave you the power to change your destiny, who made a pact with you, who bestowed upon you the curse to kill all your enemies who opposed you."

Lancer curled up, his strong muscles bursting through his clothes. He lay prone on all fours, crouching in the darkness, waiting for his chance to strike. His soul fluctuated erratically, unlike that of a normal saint, and he still did not intend to reveal the power of the curse.

"Who exactly are you people?"

"Anyway, she's not an enemy. As long as you tell me where she is, we'll leave right away, okay?"

908. The Headless Horseman Returns

Serantia squinted. She couldn't believe what Serantia was saying, but the silver knight in front of the girl simply raised his arm guard to block the attack, making it impossible to judge his strength.

"You're no good. You've come to the wrong place. You might as well die here!"

The White Wolf Lord let out a low growl, no longer concealing his presence. His claws slashed across his cheeks, leaving several bloody marks. The bloodlust in his eyes was gradually replaced by the evil beam of a six-pointed star. He had to finish this quickly and eliminate these uninvited guests before the others noticed.

"Don't make too much noise, or you'll kill him."

The Demon King rolled his eyes at his little lover, but of course he didn't miss the chance to order the witch around. The clue to the last piece of the puzzle was right in front of him.

"Humph."

Invincible clenched his fist, locked onto the werewolf's location, and charged forward to deliver a punch. However, Lancer's body was already shrouded in black mist, and he moved rapidly through the lightless world. His footprints corrupted the walls and floors, weaving a cursed barrier in the narrow space.

"You asked for this!"

Thick, foul-smelling smoke rose from beneath Serantia's feet, and the corrupting energy began to take effect, forming a cursed domain that resembled a swamp. Bone claws emerged from the ground, and viscous dark energy gripped the silver knight's feet, attempting to drag her into the mire.

"Tsk."

The invincible body gradually sank into the swamp, and its armor was also tainted by the resentment and became part of the darkness. Its limbs could not move, and even the chaotic mark attached to the armor was damaged to some extent. Nolan had to admit the dominance of the Cursed Demon God in the field of dark magic. Even a wolf cub without the affinity for dark elements could use her power to unleash extremely dark spells.

Serantia subconsciously bit her lip, sensing a sense of crisis. The Lord of the Rending Fang was insignificant, but through the power of the Cursed, she could already glimpse the scale of demonic power. That woman's fusion with the Cursed God was no weaker than her own, and she had probably become the greatest threat, surpassing Joanna and Julia!

"boring!"

Perhaps fed up with such dirty tricks, Invincible let out a cold shout, opened his palm, and the Chaos Principle condensed into a miniature black hole, tearing through the boundless darkness. In just an instant, that greedy black dot absorbed all the curse energy, the black bone claws wrapped around the armor were completely annihilated, and the walls and floors peeled off and crumbled!

Invincible reached into the mud and accurately found Lancer's body. He grabbed Lancer by the throat and slammed him against the wall with a "bang." The White Wolf Lord looked terrified and struggled desperately, but he couldn't move the knight's hand.

"How is this possible! No one can ignore my curse!"

"You said yourself that you are a human being."

Lancer was speechless for a moment. Facing the swirling eyes beneath the Silver Knight's helmet, a strong sense of fear finally arose in his heart. His secret had not been exposed for so many years. He never left any survivors when he made his move. Even the White Wolf Beast King had not noticed a clue. How did these two inhuman monsters from other lands know this?

"Shhh."

Serantia put her index finger to her lips and said gently, "Don't be afraid, little dog. I won't tell anyone about this. You can indulge in the false lies and continue to be feared by your people, but I only need one name. Who is she?"

Lancer glanced at the demon girl, then lowered his head dejectedly, giving up the struggle. Although he had some guesses, he still had no intention of betraying his master. He just sneered, "So what if you kill me? The Cursed Demon God is an immortal being, a minion of the abyss. You don't think you can leave my manor alive, do you?"

"Oh?"

Serantia was taken aback and then laughed. She hadn't expected this wild gentleman who had betrayed his people to be so loyal. Just as she finished speaking, the tightly closed door behind her was suddenly kicked open. It turned out to be the Nightmare Commander, who had suffered a shock.

Goethe rushed into the room, clutching his chest and rolling around twice. His elegant suit was now tattered, revealing his true lich nature.

Goethe's expression was not good, and he apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Master, they suddenly emerged from the shadows. It was my carelessness!"

"Useless thing."

Serantia curled her lip, not even glancing at the ashamed Goethe, and turned her sinister eyes to the "them" mentioned by her incompetent subordinate. Emerging from the shadows were a group of silent warriors who had silently drifted into the room like ghosts. Their unusual aura surrounded the three intruders, who seemed to be the guards of the Black Church.

In an instant, His Majesty the Demon King dismissed the idea. With Lancer's status and strength, he was not yet able to subdue them, because each of these fully armed ghosts possessed the power of a sage. In the rush, even Goethe did not have time to react.

"How interesting. It seems Cynthia has recruited quite a few lackeys lately. Where are your heads?"

Upon closer inspection, Serantia realized that the ghost warriors weren't bowing their heads; they didn't have heads at all, and their necks were stained with blood. She covered her mouth and chuckled, "Without heads, where would mouths come from? Sorry, I was being presumptuous."

The church was filled with the stench of blood. The maid who had led the three men and the other servants had been brutally murdered, silenced on the spot by the headless ghost. Invincible, who was holding the head of the Cracked Fang Lord tightly to prevent him from committing suicide, was stunned by this bizarre scene and remembered the headless knight he had encountered in the sub-plane of the borderlands.

"Behead the evil god..."

"Do you recognize them?"

Serantia turned to ask, her eyes filled with confusion. The head is the vital organ of most living beings, the core hub where the soul circuits control the whole body, and the place where the will resides. Only some powerful magical beasts are exceptions.

A monster that can move even without a head is unheard of; only a demon girl like her wouldn't be frightened.

Invincible nodded, then shook her head. She knew almost nothing about the lower-level gods, but the Cursed Demon God was clearly different, and the situation was becoming increasingly complicated.

At this moment, Lancer grinned maliciously and said, "I'll ask you one last time, who are you? What are you doing here?"

The headless knights ignored the other party's reply and immediately charged towards the three of them, brandishing various weapons. They were not only agile but could also use spirit martial arts, causing the elements in the room to surge.

Serantia wiggled her fingers but gave up. She wanted to see the true faces of these strange creatures, but Goethe roared in anger. He could no longer tolerate these oddities who had made him look bad in front of the Demon Lord. He spun his dragon bone staff to form a skull shield in front of him and chanted the Great Tomb.

"Degenerate Sacrifice!"

Dark elements surged wildly within the Nightmare Commander's chest, unleashing a torrent of spells that formed a spiraling cone that struck him directly in the face. The eight warriors, without even a chance to defend themselves, were pinned to the wall.

However, the dark magic had little effect on the headless ghosts. Even though they were covered in spikes, their spirit energy remained strong. They pulled out the spikes from their bodies and continued to attack the bone shield, which shattered and disintegrated.

909. The Young Master of the White Wolf

Goethe was shocked and retreated, feeling extremely troubled. This also aroused Serantia's interest. She did not release the necrosis ray, but simply lifted her skirt and swept her leg horizontally. Her long leg was like a sharp axe, severing one of the headless drivers in half at the waist. They could not resist the sheer power of the immortal god's body.

The headless warrior, split in two, had no blood inside his body, but large amounts of viscous, dark liquid flowed from his abdomen. He convulsed for a while before finally dying, and his heart stopped beating, making him look extremely gruesome.

"What kind of creatures are you?"

Without a head, there are naturally no eyes or mouth, making it difficult to convey any information. The headless assassins bravely advance as if they are unafraid of death.

Before long, Serantia dealt with the eight headless ghosts one by one, leaving them scattered on the ground like a pile of dismembered dolls. The foul-smelling liquid was not mixed with the power of the curse. Serantia, who witnessed this scene, was pale with shock. She never expected that even they were no match for her.

"Alright, my patience has worn off. It's your turn now."

When he turned around again, Serantia, whose skirt was stained with some dirt, had a cold look in her eyes. Serantia gritted his teeth and reached out his finger to poke his own eyeballs, but Invincible stopped him in time and broke both of his arms.

"ah------!"

The Lord of Rending Fang cried out in agony, his whole body trembling with pain, but he gritted his teeth and still refused to betray the contract.

“I know what you’re trying to do, but I won’t let you succeed. I admit, you’re different from those fools outside, and that’s what makes you valuable. If you die, your master will surely be heartbroken. So, I’ll say it one last time: the Abyss is not your enemy. I’m here to seek an opportunity to cooperate, an opportunity to strike a blow against our common enemy.”

Serantia wiped the stains off her hands, trying to be as gentle as possible; normally she would have crushed the puppy to death.

"Ha ha......."

Lancer's eyes were vacant, and the six-pointed star magic circle deep in his pupils flickered. He was about to lose consciousness, so Serantia could only clap her hands and turn away.

Serantia's eyes grew cold. "Fine, since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish, Goethe."

"Yes."

The Nightmare Commander stepped forward, and Invincible released his grip. Lancer collapsed to the ground, his breath growing weaker and weaker. Goethe then removed his gloves, peeled back the werewolf's eyelids, stared directly into those cursed eyes, and slowly spoke.

"Sister, the Abyss is no longer what it used to be; no one can banish us anymore! Twilight is approaching, the holy light is extinguished, and the Eight Demon Gods are about to be resurrected. Now our fate is in your hands!"

After saying that, Goethe pulled out a bone knife from his waist and severed Lancer's head. Blood splattered and stained the floor red. The contract ended at the end of life, and the dim six-pointed star would deliver the message to the Cursed Demon God.

Invincible paused for a moment, looked at Serantia, and the Demon King gave her a flirtatious wink. Without hiding his true feelings, he said in a low voice, "Actually, the host of the Cursed Demon God was the previous Nightmare Commander, the Red Lich Cynthia, who was also Goethe's sister. However, she ran away after I took power, until Julia told me about the strange things in the Rift Fang tribe."

It's not hard to guess that Cynthia lost to Serantia in the struggle for power in the Abyss and thus gave up everything. No wonder the Demon King only brought Nightmare Commander instead of other great demons. Correspondingly, it is now very difficult to get the two mortal enemies to stand on the same side.

"The plan has failed, what do we do now?"

"Wait."

What if she doesn't believe you?

Invincible glanced at Goethe, unsure of the subtle relationship between the three, and why Goethe had abandoned his family to join Serantia's forces. He stroked his chin, his gaze darting away, equally uncertain.

"She will come, I promise."