Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"Demon Queen Serantia!"

The young master of the White Wolf gritted his teeth and finally discovered the truth: besides the demon overlord, another monster was also born in the abyss. But what was she doing here?

Casey still doesn't understand where the real threat to her life comes from, and she can never imagine that she has just stumbled into the battlefield of demons. The truth has given the demon girl unparalleled power, but it has also made her blindly arrogant and unable to see the threat that is about to come. However, Invincible has already taken out the broken greatsword from the void and is ready to meet the new dark guest.

boom!

Before long, the dark energy grew so strong that it broke through the statue and shot into the sky from the black church. In an instant, the sealed Cocolia plane was filled with cold air, and dark elements formed an unknown storm that covered the sky. Malevolent divine power surged and raged.

912. Evil Gods Assemble

The unusual fluctuations stopped the Beast Spirit Envoy and the Demon God Girl immediately. They looked up at the night sky in surprise, only to find a headless knight at the end of the gloom.

The headless knight remained silent, wielding a halberd with an axe-like blade in his left hand and a large shield engraved with the World Tree in his right. His mount was a powerful monster, resembling a one-horned rhinoceros but with scales, a tail, and sharp claws. Its twisted face had no mouth or nose and was covered with rotting roots as it galloped through the night.

"A demon? Or an anomaly?"

Casey forced himself to remain calm and tried to determine the other party's intentions. Unfortunately, the headless horseman had no aura at all. Even though he was right in front of her, she could not sense any soul fluctuations. He was a guy who could not be defined by energy level.

"Get out of here!"

The Beast Spirit Envoy roared to the sky, whether to intimidate the enemy or to remind the young master of the White Wolf, his bloodshot eyes were filled with horror. He pounced on the demon king, throwing him off the demon king and leaping into the air.

The massive body did not hinder the wolverine's high-speed movement, like a speeding cannonball shooting into the dark storm shrouded in black light, its boiling blood and raging fury manifesting as a ferocious beast!

“Kalgh......”

Strange syllables echoed abruptly, ethereal yet appearing in everyone's ears; however, not everyone could understand the runic divine sounds.

Serantia's expression changed drastically as she stared intently at the whispering headless knight. The foolish orcs who had been the source of her anger were now insignificant; she hadn't expected Cynthia's revenge to come so quickly.

The gods did not issue their decrees with words, but their immense power descended upon the mortal world. The headless knight brandished his halberd at the behemoth, as if issuing some command. Then, the beast-leading divine messenger's flying figure suddenly stopped, and then crashed down at the same astonishing speed.

Boom!

The wolverine landed heavily, slamming into the crevice of the canyon. Blood splattered and stained the tribal tents. The Rifttooth Orcs, including Casey, were shocked and incredulous.

The Beast Spirit Envoy is the chosen one of the Wildlands, a shaman priest who conveys the blessings of the Eternal Beast God. His strength is second only to the Beast Kings of a few powerful tribes. Even when facing the Abyss Demon King, he did not show any signs of fatigue and was instantly defeated.

The beast's agonizing roar echoed across the entire continent. Its thick right arm had been severed by an unknown force, leaving only a layer of skin and flesh attached to the demigod's body, a serious injury.

The headless knight tightened its reins and hovered in the night sky, seemingly praying to the darkness, spreading divine sounds with its unique melody. But the monsters brought by the dark storm seemed to be more than one. Accompanied by a sharp roar, a crystal bone dragon emerged from the black light.

The bone dragon is lifeless, its soul withered, its only remaining form driven by a curse. Its master is a skeletal lich wrapped in red cloth, its slender, alluring form radiating intense dark energy.

The red lich's cold gaze did not linger on the orcs of the Rifttooth tribe. His pure black pupils looked down at Thrantia, who was on the ground, and he seemed to be laughing, but his mournful voice sounded more like a plaintive sob.

"You dare come here to find me alone? You don't expect to return to the abyss alive, do you?"

"Long time no see, Cynthia."

Serantia sighed and gave a self-deprecating laugh. No matter what, arrogance was her greatest weakness. With five demon gods, she thought victory was within reach, completely ignoring the brutality of the Cursed Demon God. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she walked right into a trap.

The answer is obvious: this is not a trap. It's just that no one expected Serantia to dare to come to negotiate in person. Killing her would be far more rewarding for Cynthia than forming an alliance, even at the cost of exposing all her forces.

Cynthia sobbed softly, "I don't like nonsense. You know me. Let's begin now, or... do you want to see the whole funeral I've prepared for you?"

"You're incorrigible. I thought such a long exile would have made you grow, but your vision is still so short-sighted. I'm truly disappointed."

Serantia chuckled, glancing back at the Chaos Knight who was watching coldly, as if judging how much of the witch's power the puppet could wield. "If I'm not mistaken, beheading isn't the only evil god you've cultivated. There's no need to hide it. Come on, all of you!"

The Red Lich narrowed her eyes, confirming the sealed spatial coordinates once more. That loyal hound could not possibly cross the domain to reach the battlefield. In her eyes, only one person could lead the Abyss to glory, and that person was definitely not Thrantia. Kill her, and Mother would change her mind.

“That’s right, I am willing to offer all the ominous flowers of the world to the darkness, just so that Mother will look at me one more time. I… am more qualified than you to serve the Eight Pillars!”

Cynthia wept bitterly, her fingers weaving runes to unleash a curse. Darkness filled the depths of the night, and a six-pointed star magic circle descended from the curtain of dark light, illuminating the sky of the Cocolia plane.

Ghostly figures emerged from the darkness behind the Crystal Bone Dragon, including hairy pincer-mouthed worms and swollen, obese giant flies... All the hideous monsters that were not tolerated in the divine canon made their appearance, and the evil gods' followers, despised by the highest divine court, gathered here.

Many lesser gods from lower planes are willing to embrace the devil. They live off the dark side of mortals, feeding on negative emotions, and hiding in the roots of the World Tree where the light of the Father cannot reach. But that does not mean that the truth they hold is false.

"Dedicated to the Mother Goddess!"

The piercing cries of the Cursed Demon God are the lament that awakens the evil god. Black tears fall from the sky, and the beasts that are unfortunately caught in them turn into blood. The Cracked Fang tribe is left with only its wailing with nowhere to go.

Black lightning tore through the night sky, and the demon god's incarnation unleashed curses. Serantia, like a hedgehog, bounced and rolled, weaving through the darkness. Her electric thorns pierced through numerous evil god's minions and corroded the flesh of demons, but their numbers were vast, seemingly endless, responding to the call of the cursed demon god.

"Roar!"

Evil forces invaded the savage beast territory. Such a disaster was beyond the reach of mortals. The beast territory's divine messenger struggled to his feet and lunged at the alien monsters in the darkness, still fighting desperately to buy more time for his people, but it was all in vain.

The desperate white wolf trembled and stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as the brave warriors who defended him fell one by one.

Fear is the greatest enemy. True orcs never fear anything. All the elders have emphasized this point since Cassie was born, but in the face of absolute power, everyone can only submit.

Mortals are always weak and powerless lambs before the gods. At this moment, the breaking of the gods' prohibition seems to have changed nothing, only revealing the cruel truth nakedly to the world.

He was still so weak and pitiful, just like on the day of the Stars Gala. Nothing had changed...

Pain and rage mingled and tore at Casey's throat. His eyes were bloodshot and his blood boiled wildly. The ancient god's will within his bloodline was powerfully activated, and his frenzied blood permeated every inch of his skin and every hair. He tried to squeeze into the path of advancement and change everything, even if the consequence was being shattered to pieces.

913. Cursed Flower

"Run!"

At this moment, Invincible spoke, his tall figure wielding a broken greatsword to block the dark storm.

"Run as far as you can, there's no shame in it. The remnants of the old era will be taken care of by the usurpers. Your battlefield is the future. The highest stage of the chaotic era awaits you. Whether you can have a place there depends on you."

"How can I abandon my people!"

"If even you fall, who will remember their heroic figures?"

The white wolf remained silent for a moment, then let out a mournful howl as it watched the beast lord's envoy's retreating figure. It then turned and ran into the wilderness. From this moment on, it would carry the shame with it until it embarked on the path of advancement and ascended to the highest divine court.

Cynthia's alliance of evil gods was exceptionally powerful, and Beheading was just one of her capable henchmen. Although the powers that lower-ranking gods could wield were extremely limited compared to the demon girl, it was enough to suppress a demigod. Several ugly monsters surrounded the wolverine on its back and gradually devoured its flesh and blood, while more evil gods rushed toward Invincible and Serantia.

The gloom brought by the dark storm swept through Cocolia, but who still remembers that the cause of the upheaval was just a pretentious and wild gentleman? Cynthia had only one goal and didn't care about the lives of others at all. To the gods, these orcs who had strayed into the battlefield were nothing more than tiny insects that could be crushed without attracting any attention.

The realm of the gods is a forbidden zone for mortals.

"Tsk!"

The Black Knight swung his sword and severed the head of a giant fly, his body splattered with foul-smelling black blood, making him feel extremely disgusted.

The shrieking monster lay on the ground convulsing, and thousands of black eggs ejected from its body were all swallowed by the black circle behind Invincible. Its powerful vitality meant that this group of monsters was not yet dead.

With a single kick, Wudi sent the giant fly into the black hole, then turned to face the eerie wind behind him. A deafening roar ripped through the air as the giant blades collided, creating a fierce gust of wind!

Both sides possessed formidable strength, but the supreme artifact held a clear advantage. The ancient halberd that had beheaded the evil god was instantly breached, and it retreated on its war bull, not lingering in battle, but simply seeking the next opportunity to launch a powerful attack.

"Witch, how long can your puppet last? I'm very curious."

Even her cold laughter sounded like a mournful lament; Cynthia's voice was endearing. The demon girl still hadn't made a move, her intentions unknown. At this moment, Serantia withdrew from the horde of demons, her black thorn hedgehog transforming into a graceful female form as she took a breath.

Invincible stretched his neck, showing newfound respect for the malevolent power of the decapitation strike. "Watch your attitude, little girl. Even your old mother wouldn't dare speak to me like that."

"Heh, if your true form were here, I might actually be afraid..."

"The power of the Curse Demon lies in the Curse Flower, whose destructive power is unmatched by any forbidden spell. She must be preparing some kind of spell. I'll find an opportunity to get close and interrupt her."

Cynthia didn't hide anything, beckoning with her finger and saying, "So what if it is? You can't escape. Julia knew I planted a curse in Cocolia, so she didn't dare to come. She didn't expect that some fool would actually deliver himself to her door. This time, no one can save you!"

Serantia snorted coldly and threw herself back into the battlefield. Black lightning pierced through the storm. She had expected Julia to have ill intentions, but she didn't care now. Cynthia had staked everything on this. As long as she survived, this farce would be over.

The Black Knight gripped his greatsword tightly, his eyes fixed on the slender lich high above. But Cynthia wasn't about to let him get away with it so easily. A blurry shadow instantly blocked his path, and a suffocating sense of oppression washed over him once more, its power no less than that of a decapitation.

"Great Lord of Chaos, you may not yet know me. Before I offend your majesty, please allow me to introduce myself..."

The shadowy figure was formless and intangible, slightly distorted as if in a bow, and the aged voice originated from the language of ancient elves.

Is it necessary?

The black hole behind the invincible figure made it difficult for many demons to approach, but the evil gods were not hindered. Truth is the eternal treasure of the world, and divine power is the manifestation of truth. As long as one has sufficient faith power, one can keep the force field undisturbed. The divine power shared by this puppet is not enough to suppress the main god.

The shadowy figure laughed bitterly, his attitude humble yet respectful. "It is necessary. We, the lowly people of the gods, have never had the honor of beholding the glory of the destroyer of all realms, nor have we ever stepped into the pantheon. For thousands of years, the Heavenly Father has despised us, the gods have mocked us, and even the Supreme Divine Court has refused to open its doors to us. This is our last remaining belief, so even if our opponent is you, we will never back down!"

"Are you done talking?"

Invincible looked down at the ground, and black teardrops fell like rain. Countless seeds of the giant curse, nourished by evil thoughts, sprouted from the soil and grew into spiral buds of black and white, each one concealing a hidden danger.

"My name is Derepentos, creator of the Shadow Realm, lost god of the night, shadow warrior... Charge!"

The shadows suddenly expanded, as if drawing back the stage curtain, and thousands of shadow soldiers crashed out of the black curtain, each comparable to a sage, causing the darkness to surge.

Invincible was somewhat surprised. The Shadow Warrior had no physical form, and the Annihilation Flame could pass through the soldiers without any hindrance when it slashed at them. However, the Shadow Blade sparked intensely when it grazed the armor of the Shadow Warrior. The unknown Shadow Truth was unusually troublesome at this moment.

Chaos Knight was considered a more threatening being than the Abyss Lord. In order to eliminate this uncertainty, the Alliance of Evil Gods chose to launch a powerful siege. Dark shadows surrounded Chaos Knight, and colorful evil god powers came from all directions, bombarding the Black Hole Wheel like meteors, giving her no time to breathe.

Ugh------

As the eerie wind swept back, a shattered halberd pierced through the curtain, penetrating the invincible armor. Its spearhead emerged from the abdomen, and foul-smelling blood, not belonging to the Black Knight, gushed forth wildly, signifying the complete invasion of evil divine authority and the swift severing of the puppet's partial connection with Nolan.

With a single blow, the decapitated evil god, wielding a shield and halberd, lifted Invincible high. The one-horned black bull then stomped its hooves, burying Invincible in a deep pit. Its clearly defined muscles concealed explosive power; it was a monster of truth sculpted from the power of evil thoughts.

The power of the Cursed Force was beyond imagination, and the battle situation was extremely dire. Serantia was anxious but could not get rid of the evil monsters approaching the bone dragon. Elemental barrages from the Nightmare Commander came from afar, but had little effect. Cynthia saw this but did not care, only giving a disdainful sneer.

The headless knight charged wildly to the bottom of the pit, his halberd blocking the invincible helmet. The puppet armor twitched slightly, its entire body tainted by evil thoughts. The connection in the distance was faint, and it could no longer maintain the collapsing black hole.

"Headless is the most perfect form..."

Runes for beheading evil gods appeared, and the halberd was about to fall; the outcome of this battle between demons and gods seemed to be decided.

914. Eternity

In the depths of night, darkness reigned, and cursed flowers bloomed across the land. The entire Cocolia was about to explode. Cynthia concluded that Serantia's immortal divine body was not yet able to withstand the curse of divine destruction.

The cursed demon girl removed her blood-stained bone mask, revealing a pale face. Her slender eyes slanted slightly downwards, and her thin lips were pursed into a thin line. Her delicate appearance looked so sorrowful.

"Do you really think you entered the Great Tomb of Nazarick on your own merits? Without Mother, what are you?"

Thrantia roared like a madwoman, her porcupine golem unleashing a rain of evil arrows, giant death thorns piercing Cynthia, and black flashes piercing the sky. But more monsters swarmed forward, and the fearless shadow soldiers and the evil god's minions used their bodies to block the divine power.

"Extinguish it, my sister, I'll be waiting for you at the end of the darkness."

Cynthia opened her palm, murmured a spell, and gave life to the cursed flower. The power of the cursed god catalyzed the blooming of evil, and the entire continent trembled violently.