Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Serantia, however, was quite confident. She moved a chair and sat down in the room, not caring at all about the dirty environment around her.

As the midday sun gradually set and the light outside the window dimmed, dusk approached. Time ticked by, and the puppet armor had long since entered standby mode. When they looked up again, the witches of Saint Lenza had already enjoyed a wonderful night.

The Demon King, who was initially full of confidence, looked anxious, his eyes shifting between light and dark. His slender fingers tapped his knees frequently, showing great impatience. Goethe was also too frightened to speak. He was clearly not as important to Cynthia as he had imagined.

Invincible glanced at the cold corpse on the floor and suddenly felt like laughing. The commotion outside grew louder and louder, reaching the ears of the three. Although the Nightmare Commander's spell blocked the sound from inside the Black Church, the White Wolf Overseer still noticed something was wrong and brought an elite squad.

The orcs outside the church kept calling out to Lancer but received no response from any of his servants. They could storm into the private manor at any moment. If they found out that three strangers had murdered Lord Rifttooth, the White Wolf Beast King would not let it go easily.

"We should go."

Serantia abruptly stood up, shaking her head helplessly, seemingly unable to accept the fact that she had been slapped in the face. She cursed and said, "Damn it, what a short-sighted woman!"

"........"

Goethe remained silent. He knew that his sister's goal had always been singular, and that the Demon King would never accept it: to serve Cynthia as the master of the Great Tomb. Therefore, the two would never have anything in common, let alone offer each other a helping hand.

As night fell, Goethe placed his eight bony fingers on the ground and used the dark crystal to power a makeshift teleportation portal. Just as he was about to chant the incantation, he sensed the spatial coordinates being disrupted. His expression changed slightly; they had lingered here for far too long.

"Your Majesty, someone has located the coordinates of the Cocolia plane."

"Then let's fight our way out. I'm itching for a fight myself. Cynthia has wasted my rare good mood. Where should we look for her next time?"

The only clue was cut off again. Serantia's pretty face was gloomy. She desperately needed a massacre to vent her anger. The Holy Mother of Light might unify the four divine kingdoms and attack the Abyss at any time. They clearly had no time to waste.

The restless werewolves, instead of waiting for Lord Rifttooth, spotted the delicate noblewoman in the twilight. The demon girl pushed open the door and stepped out of the church, immediately provoking the warlord's fury. She was actually an abyssal demon disguised as a human, and the lord was likely in danger.

"Demon Assassin!"

The messenger immediately blew the horn, and wolves howled. All the orcs in the canyon looked towards the top of the tribe and entered battle mode.

Any alien race that appears in the wilderness without permission is an enemy of the Beast Lord, not to mention the evil creatures from the abyss. Questioning and negotiation are superfluous. The orc overseer lay on all fours, his berserk form growing several times larger with a roar, resembling a monstrous beast spewing forth its flames. He led the charge, leading his soldiers to tear that frail girl apart!

910. Beast Spirit Envoy

"Awooo!"

A deep roar echoed through the night sky, and the soul fluctuations of the transcendent realm instantly stopped the frenzied beast horde, which instinctively submitted to the noble and maddening blood of its superior.

"One...two...there are actually three extraordinary beings at work! Have we been exposed?"

Goethe's hands were clenched as he sensed several powerful enemies who had not been there before, seemingly reinforcements from the White Wolf pack. Even with the invincible by his side, he still felt uneasy. Serantia licked her red lips and casually uttered a sentence that made his heart stop.

"Not only that, there's also a demigod. The White Wolf is indeed one of the most powerful beast packs in the wilderness."

Demigod?

Could it be that the White Wolf Beast King has arrived too?!

Goethe could hardly imagine that the breaking of the gods' prohibition was especially evident among the strong. The tide of dragons ushered in a new era of chaos, and many extraordinary sages subsequently entered the realm of truth. The White Wolf Beast King was one of them. The path to advancement was no longer an unattainable myth for mortals.

Just then, a majestic giant wolf, its body shimmering with white flames and silver light, leaped into the sky, its massive body crashing to the ground, standing between the two opposing sides.

The white wolf slammed its front paws on the ground, its massive jaws slightly open, its fierce eyes fixed on the demon girl. It sensed a terrifying aura emanating from her. The young leader of the beast pack already possessed the demeanor of a king, but she was not that demigod; she was merely at the transcendent level, just like the Nightmare Commander.

More and more orc soldiers gathered here, awaiting the orders of the young White Wolf. But the battle horn had already sounded, and the invaders were right in front of them. What were they waiting for? Just as the Rifttooth orcs hesitated, the giant wolf's head trembled and looked at the silver knight behind the female demon.

"Invincible Teacher, can you tell me what's going on?"

Invincible scratched her head. She recognized Casey, the young master of the White Wolf Clan, who had made a name for herself at the Star Martial Arts Tournament, but she didn't know how the other party had recognized her. Not every knight in armor dared to call himself Invincible.

"Uh, hello, what's going on...? It's a long story. What are you doing here?"

White Wolf bowed slightly in response to the Grandmaster's greeting, his strong body, still slightly hunched over, remained vigilant.

"The Beast Spirit Envoy sensed a unique echo of extraordinary power in Cocolia, fearing an attack, so we rushed here to provide support. We never expected it to be you..."

Orcs have always revered those with courage and strength, so Casey's attitude was relatively respectful. At least before confirming friend or foe, he dared not easily make enemies. This was partly due to his awe. The Chaos Knight's formidable strength had left a deep impression on the warriors of Saxon Academy at the Star Festival.

"It wasn't me, but was my disguise really that bad?"

Invincible shrugged, his gaze drifting to the indifferent profile of the demon girl. It would be best to avoid unnecessary conflict, of course. Serantia's strong dissatisfaction was evident in her eyes, and she had a bellyful of resentment with no way to vent it.

Casey hesitated for a moment, then shook his body. As his bones and muscles collided and tore, his wild limbs gradually shrank back to human form. The cheerful boy of the past had grown into a strong werewolf, tall and mighty. He gave his vassals a safe hand signaling the others to step back, seemingly having a special trust in the witch.

Every Beast King knows the true great lord served by the Savage Tribes. The black chains binding the Beast God's strong body represent the throne of chaos, the supreme will of the destroyer of all realms.

"The White Wolf doesn't just rely on his sense of smell to identify other creatures. No matter how you try to conceal it, the scent of your soul circuits can never be changed. Actually, I've always known that your armor is just an empty shell, but I never expected that the witch who remotely controls the Black Knight would be Nolan... May I ask where Lord Riftfang is?"

"died."

Thrantia's sinister interruption ignited the orcs' fury. Cassie frowned and remained silent, not even glancing at the extremely threatening female demon, simply waiting for an explanation.

Invincible shook his head, and Goethe immediately threw a headless warrior's corpse out of the church, the black blood inside the severed limbs not yet completely dried.

"His death will not do any harm to the Rifttooth Tribe. That's all I can tell you for now."

The piercing howls of wolves echoed through the herd. A despicable demon had dared to trespass into Rifttooth Canyon and assassinate a lord. If word got out, other tribes would only laugh at him. Such an answer clearly could not satisfy the simple-minded, muscle-bound orcs.

The headless corpse's anomaly made Casey bare his ferocious fangs, but he couldn't immediately discern the truth. So he said in a deep voice, "Since you say so, it must be right. But no one but you can leave here until the truth is revealed!"

"That's more like it!"

Surprisingly, Serantia wasn't angry at all. Instead, she stretched and revealed a charming smile. How boring a world without the smell of blood would be.

Casey stepped back and stood shoulder to shoulder with a hunched old man. No one saw when the hunchbacked, aged orc appeared; he was far too small compared to the herd of beasts.

"Can I take this as you wanting to rebel, demon? Just the fact that you arbitrarily blocked spatial coordinates is enough for me to declare war on the Abyss on behalf of the White Wolf!"

"Stop pretending. Aren't you the one who wants to keep us here?"

The negotiations broke down, and the atmosphere, which had just eased, instantly became tense. The demon girl's eyes shimmered, and strands of black gangrene beneath her skirt were eroding the red earth of the scorching canyon. At the same time, gusts of wind surged from the Rift Fang Canyon, and the elements clashed. The white wolf was always a berserker who rode the wind.

In the end, a fierce battle could not be avoided. Goethe's heart tightened, and he scattered a handful of pyramidal bone nails to form an array in the graveyard. The hunchbacked old man sneered when he saw this. A string of huge beast teeth hung around his neck, each one radiating a violent fluctuation above the holy realm, seemingly from different powerful magical beasts.

"What kind of demonic contract could possess such a terrifying curse? I've only ever smelled such a stench on a demon overlord before. Be careful of that girl!"

What is he saying?

The hoarse orcish language sounded like a spell. The Nightmare Commander looked tense, but Invincible gazed at the night sky, having no intention of intervening. Neither the White Wolf nor the Demon King needed her help. Peace was something to be sought, and had nothing to do with the witch who sang praises of chaos.

The one who sealed Cocolia was neither the White Wolf nor the Demon King, so who could it be? This was the question Chaos Knight was pondering.

Casey's respectful attitude was limited to Invincible. At this moment, his attention was entirely focused on Serantia. He showed no mercy to the abominable demon. He beckoned with his finger, and the three warriors behind him roared to the sky. The three berserk werewolves leaped out of the pack and charged towards the demon girl, wreathed in boiling blood and raging winds!

The Beast Lord Envoy was equally fearless. The old man's trembling right hand tore off one of the purple beast teeth from his neck and plunged it into his heart, causing blood to gush out instantly.

911. Evil Power

Noisy!

Boiling beast blood, like hot oil, ignited the raging night. The beast soldiers scattered and fled in a frenzy, shouting incomprehensible battle cries as they stared with adoration at the blood-soaked old man, as if some ancient monster was about to arrive.

"Aww-------!"

The Beast Lord's envoy lay on the ground convulsing, his body gradually growing larger, his hair growing like steel needles, until he swelled into a terrifying behemoth. He stood upright, frantically pounding his chest, his roar shaking the heavens and the earth.

The beast's limbs were as thick as a bear's, its deep purple tail was covered with sharp teeth and barbs, and its claws and fangs were covered with a berserk aura, making it incredibly powerful. It had somehow transformed into a savage monster, a thorny wolverine.

Goethe covered his ears, his expression growing increasingly grave. The beast was the size of a fully grown gem dragon, and its roar alone was enough to tear his eardrums apart. Compared to it, the werewolf warriors at the transcendent level were like three cubs. Now, the Demon King was about to face a beastman demigod.

Boom!

The Beast Spirit Envoy slammed its claws into the ground, the immense force creating several deep trenches. The hard crust in front of it immediately caved in, and a fan-shaped shockwave splashed out in front of it, destroying the Great Tomb's magic array before it even took effect.

The beast's powerful strike was comparable to a forbidden spell, easily altering the mountain landscape. Those trapped within it, even if not crushed by the shockwave, would be buried alive.

The black church, along with the red clay and gravel, plunged to the bottom of the canyon. The assembled tribal wolf pack howled fiercely, surrounding the arrogant invaders from all sides, even though their chances of survival were practically zero.

The falling rocks struck the canyon, blocking the narrow passage and destroying many huts. The beast lord and divine messenger followed closely behind, their massive bodies surprisingly agile. They leaped left and right, their sharp claws gripping the rock walls, before landing at the bottom of the valley. Their giant eyes searched for prey everywhere, and their evil aura did not diminish in the slightest.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a slender figure stood atop the collapsed church. Serantia's expression was grim; she was unharmed, except that her once elegant dress was now tattered. This alone shocked Casey, for the one capable of resisting the Beast Spirit Envoy was no ordinary great demon.

"A bunch of bedbugs!"

The orcs' savage aggression further enraged the demon girl. She clenched her fists, a six-pointed star appeared in her pupils, and her sharp gaze emitted a materialized dark wave. Two necrotic rays shot out like black lightning. The wolf riders who rushed forward were only grazed and instantly swallowed by the black lines. Their bodies withered and shrank, and finally turned into a puddle of foul-smelling black mud, as if they had been infected with some deadly virus.

The young master of the white wolf hurriedly shouted, and had no choice but to order the beasts to retreat, gradually realizing that the girl was unusual.

At that moment, the Black Knight, who had appeared unnoticed, stood beside Casey, his menacing armor now stripped of its silver illusion.

"If, and I mean if, you die here, would Antonio abandon the Obsidian Empire and fight back against the Abyss?"

He asked a very intriguing question.

Casey's body tensed, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. The witch's greeting was more of a prediction than a threat. If even a demigod couldn't protect him, then the assumption was far too terrifying.

"What... exactly are you trying to say?"

Casey tilted his head with difficulty, trying to determine whether the person seeing him off was the Chaos Knight, but Invincible remained motionless, like a statue frozen in mid-air.

"The Void brought bad news that was stirring up trouble. I could sense that some really bad guys were coming. She'd messed things up."

Wudi gazed at the dilapidated church, most of which was buried underground, and muttered to herself, lost in thought. Her only remaining hesitation was whether to summon her true form. The Abyss Demon King would probably have to pay a heavy price for her confidence and arrogance.

The intense battle at the bottom of the valley wasn't intensely sensory, yet it instilled fear in even the bravest orcs. The foolish demons were so insignificant before the raging beasts, like a grain of sand facing an entire mountain. However, the disparity in strength between the two was not as vast as the beasts imagined.

The fierce spiny wolverine shielded its people from the evil rays. Its massive size made it the first to suffer the curse. The shrill black currents, which should have been insignificant, pierced the arm of the beast chieftain like a poisonous needle, penetrating the thick fur and corroding the tough flesh.

The Beast Spirit Envoy wildly brandished his boiling blood flames, unaware that the black lines were devouring his wild body. It wasn't until his shoulders visibly shrank that he realized the danger was imminent.

However, the Bloodlust Wolverine was simply too enormous, and its demigod-like body was nearly immortal. Even the Deathly Curse couldn't quickly break through the Boiling Blood defenses. The Beast Spirit Envoy was also ferocious, opening its massive jaws and biting down on the shoulder, tearing off large chunks of filthy flesh, while letting out an even more ferocious roar.

The scalding blood of the beasts dripped onto the earth and evaporated instantly, becoming part of the Redstone Continent. But in Serantia's eyes, this was only the beginning, until the last drop of blood from the Cracktooth Tribe was drained!

“Very courageous. For that, I will deliberately save you for last, so you can watch your people fall one by one. Who shall we start with?”

Serantia laughed cruelly from the shadows, her cursed body, wrapped in black threads, drawing ever closer to the God of Necrosis. But this time, her true enemy was far more powerful than the Bone Twins in the Azure Palace.

When Goethe crawled out of the rubble, he was on the verge of death and had difficulty even breathing. From his perspective, one can truly feel the terror of a demigod. Compared to a fully formed legal domain, supernatural power is far too weak, whether in the soul or the body.

"The Road to Promotion..."

The Nightmare Commander coughed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and leaned against the edge of the stone wall with his staff. Suddenly, he felt a pang of fear and looked towards the source of the fluctuations at the collapsed church. A beam of dark light was emanating from the broken, nameless statue at the bottom of the hall, and it was growing stronger and stronger, with a mesmerizing halo that was captivating.

"This is!?"

Goethe shook his head, immediately snapping out of his daze and trembling with fear. He quickly bit his finger and used a dark spell to escape into the black blood, fleeing the canyon.

The fierce battle between the two demigods destroyed the end of the canyon, and the civilians of the Rifttooth tribe fled eastward in droves. The anxious beast herds could not get in, and no one expected that the demon girl also possessed the power of a demigod.