Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

As dark forces filled the night sky and demons and monsters wreaked havoc on the wilderness, the terrified beastmen on the Redstone Land looked up at the sky, crying out and begging for boiling blood to drive away the evil spirits.

Grin...

Suddenly, an unusual echo came from above the darkness. The Alliance of Evil Gods looked up alertly. The sound was like the sharp friction of metal cutting, strange and rhythmic, and it was getting closer and closer.

Cynthia paused, her pupils contracting slightly. Strangely, the cursed flower was trembling and did not transform into an exploding curse.

"How could it be here... Kill her!"

With divine power failing, the Cursed Demon God screamed in anger, its shrill sound waves spreading in a ring as it rode a bone dragon toward Serantia. The other evil gods also realized what was happening, and in their fear, they hesitated. Many of the weaker gods even had the urge to flee, while hordes of evil monsters scattered like headless flies.

The alliance between the decapitated and the cursed demon god is the most solid, and its dark power is the strongest among the many evil gods, comparable to the chief god. The headless knight also realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately abandoned his invincibility to rush towards the necrosis demon god, trying to kill her on the spot.

This operation exhausted all of Cynthia's strength. It was supposed to be preparation for the grand war of the Chaotic Era. If Serantia escaped back to the Abyss, she would never have such a good opportunity again, and she would lose everything.

Goethe was still unaware of what had happened. He only knew that his sister's terrible plot had been thwarted, and the Nightmare Commander, merging into a mass of black blood, swept across the ground and quickly reached the bottom of the giant pit.

"The sealed spatial coordinates seem to have been broken. Although I don't know who did it, they were a great help. Thank goodness. I've sent a distress signal to the Abyss. I hope Elder Xi can receive it. Now, how can I help you?"

Goethe helped the Black Knight up, frowning slightly. The invincible body was riddled with holes, his limbs were weak and powerless, and his annihilating aura was gradually fading away.

"It's alright... It's here. Better late than never... It seems we still need a stronger puppet."

The invincible voice came intermittently, but this was not the answer Goethe wanted to hear. Even if the witch couldn't come in person, she should at least have summoned the Six Paths Entropy Demon and the Totem Clan.

"Who? Who's here? The Demon King needs us!"

Goethe looked around anxiously, more concerned about Serantia than his sister Cynthia. Fortunately, the Deathly Demon God had not yet shown any signs of weakness under the siege, and it seemed that the powers belonging to the same dark system were difficult to suppress each other.

Several divine forces clashed fiercely in the night sky. Each clash caused spatial tremors and cleaved planes. The immortal divine body is the temple where the gods worship truth. Beheading is a common way to exercise power. The evil stance constructed by the divine forces invaded the present world like a thin film, forming an inviolable realm of truth.

Most religious powers are based on elements yet transcend elements, because they all originate from the truth system created by the Heavenly Father and the Night Mother, and the Eight Pillar Demons represent the ultimate darkness within it.

In an instant, the sound of metal cutting grew closer and closer, as if gnawing at everyone's heart, sending chills down one's spine. Goethe felt a sudden brightness before his eyes; the darkness abruptly disappeared, but was not replaced by light.

"Well!"

Intense flames dominated the night, and everyone felt as if they were in a furnace, with their feet rapidly heating up, their boiling blood staining the sky red.

Then, a giant purple claw descended from the clouds, shattering the spatial barrier, crushing the mortal world, and stomping the earth!

Boom!

The redstone crust shook violently, and a bloody heat wave spread wildly, causing cursed flowers to wither and burn to ashes wherever it went. The black church shattered and collapsed, the night disappeared, and evil monsters scattered and fled.

The giant claw has four toes, and strong muscles connect it to blades and armor. Its origin is unknown. Even a small part of this behemoth has a weight that the main plane cannot bear. The enormous claw almost occupies the entire field of vision, making it hard to imagine how terrifying the real thing is.

The bone dragon, unable to dodge in time, was crushed into powder. The fate of the cursed demon god was unknown. The surrounding evil god alliance was also affected. The decapitated evil force field shattered and was severely injured and fell to the ground.

Serantia burst into flames, forced to revert to her demon form. Her voluptuous body was stained with blood, and her crimson flames completely shattered the Black Lightning Thorn. Her boiling blood was far hotter than the flames.

The exaggerated gap between the supreme god and the lower gods has rendered the evil god alliance utterly incapable of resisting; the mere stirring of divine power is enough to render them unconscious.

Goethe was shaken to his core at the mere sight of this scene. His Adam's apple bobbed as he gasped for breath, and in his ears echoed the chorus of Cocolia's voice, a miracle descending from the heavens, and the demons vanishing.

"It... is eternity."

"Yes."

As soon as the Eternal Beast God appeared, all the invaders were defeated, and the farce came to an abrupt end. It was absurd yet justifiable. Then the giant creature raised its claws and shifted, and thunder rumbled in the sky. Unexpectedly, it slowly withdrew and finally disappeared.

Goethe stared in disbelief. He had thought everyone was going to die here, but he hadn't expected that the Eternal Ones hadn't revealed their full power. In his memory, that god was known for being extremely vicious, so how could he easily let go of insects that were harassing his territory?

"It... left again?"

"........"

His invincible gaze shifted between light and shadow, a certain unwillingness to believe deepening within him, and his mood plummeted to rock bottom.

Since the descent of chaos, she has never appeared even once throughout the ages, yet she appears at this very moment, merely to prevent this disaster, but refusing to harm the demon goddess girl... the bad girl of the Night Mother.

Goethe was both amused and exasperated, his heart pounding wildly. Whether by luck or some other reason, he had once again escaped death. He rushed to Serantia's side and draped a lich robe over her shoulders.

The Necrotic Demon God was extremely weak, but the enemy's condition was not much better. The Headless Horseman fell into a coma, and a blurry shadow lurked behind the curtain. The Cracked Tooth Tribe, which had been flattened, was silent.

puff!

A hand emerged from the sand, and Goethe's eyelids twitched slightly. He saw Cynthia, dressed in tattered clothes, crawl out. She lay prostrate on the ground, coughing up black blood, showing that her immortal divine body was quite powerful, and even so, it had not collapsed.

915. Stubborn

puff!

A bloody hand emerged from the sand. Goethe's eyelids twitched, and he saw Cynthia, dressed in tattered clothes, crawl out. She lay prostrate on the ground, coughing up black blood, showing that her immortal divine body was quite powerful, and even so, it had not collapsed.

"negotiation?"

Serantia smirked, her expression mocking. The devil's prank had enraged Wan Gu, but at least for now, neither side had the strength to continue fighting.

Cynthia sneered and said, "Even if the world ends, you and I can never coexist. Go ahead and run away now, or you'll be finished once I regain my divine power!"

"I'm so scared. I'm staying here and not going anywhere. I'll see who's going to be the unlucky one."

Serantia pursed her lips. With the spatial coordinates unlocked, the Demon Overlord must be the first to arrive at the battlefield. She was in a very dangerous situation just now, and she almost paid the price for underestimating her enemy.

Goethe shouted angrily, "Give up, sister! Why do you possess such power yet refuse to help our people? Once the Eight Demon Gods awaken, no one will be able to bury us!"

"That sounds nice, but if someone has to rule the Abyss, why can't it be me? Why can't she be the one to compromise? Adults should talk, children should just shut up."

Cynthia lazily tilted her head, glanced at the shattered Black Knight, and didn't even look at Goethe. Even at this point, she still felt she had a chance of winning.

"You haven't seen the Abyss as it is now; it's no longer a wasteland!"

"So what? They're not my abyss, nor are they my people. If they die, they die. What do I care? You're not stupid enough to discuss virtue with the devil, are you?"

The divine essence of the Cursed Demon God was perfectly compatible with Cynthia, becoming one with her, and she even embarked on the path of advancement earlier than Serantia.

"Hey! Witch, wake up! Please answer my question. Why did the Throne of Chaos choose her? What is it about her that I can't compare to? Is it her butt, or those two lumps of fat on her chest?"

Even when facing the representative of the destroyer of all realms, Cynthia showed no awe, mocking the witch's shallowness in a sinister voice. The cursed demon girl's immortal body was slender and thin, without an ounce of excess fat, but it did lack a lot of charm compared to Serantia's devilish figure.

The Black Knight's armor was severely damaged at all joints, and his vortex eyes flickered. He could only stand up in a stiff posture.

"She is very smart."

Am I really that stupid?

Cynthia raised her eyebrows, sensing the offense, and let out a soft, melodious sob.

"No, that's not true. Your ability to gather such a group of unwelcome demons and otherworldly gods into an army already proves your worth. It's just that Serantia knows when to obey and when to resist, while you... are too stubborn. I don't like cooperating with stubborn people. For a respectable lady like you, I prefer..."

The incredibly rough, metallic synthesized voice grew softer and softer, and before it could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred. A pair of small, white hands emerged from inside the Black Knight's chest, tearing apart the tattered breastplate.

"Brutalization through violence!"

The towering figure of the Chaos Knight collapsed and vanished into a cloud of smoke, from which emerged a stern-faced silver-haired girl, her delicate red lips uttering four chilling syllables.

The blooming flames of annihilation coiled around Nolan's limbs, signifying the cold rage of the Lord of Chaos. Perentitan had hinted at the betrayal of the ages, but she did not believe it until the Beast God slipped away before her eyes, offering no explanation for ignoring the signs of chaos.

Cynthia squinted, biting her lower lip, her astonished gaze filled with intense resentment and anger. Witnessing the will of chaos meant that her ambition had come to an end. What was incomprehensible was why Serantia was always so lucky.

"I never expected that someone as insignificant as me would attract the witch's personal attention. The Mother Goddess did it, and so did you. Do you all favor her that much? Why? Why won't you even give me a fair chance?!"

Fairness is a joke that doesn't exist, and it becomes even more absurd when it comes from the devil's mouth. Cynthia weeps and roars, her hands blooming with cursed flowers, extracting the last bit of cursed divine power.

Nolan did not come for a mere demon. Some were delusional, others were smugly laughing, but Serantia remained calm and had already sensed the feedback from the demon lord.

"Even if she doesn't come, you'll still end up the same way, Mr. Sion. Bring me Cynthia's ungrateful head!"

"As ordered."

An unusual echo stirred up space and distorted the current plane. A dragon spear suddenly appeared, piercing through the barrier, and went straight for the throat of the Cursed Demon God!

A flash of ghostly light appeared, arriving in an instant. Sion's speed was even faster than in the last duel. It was a truth that could not be defined by mortal concepts, as if it had erased the concept of distance between two points. Although he was a demigod reborn as an evil spirit, his powerful combat strength was no weaker than that of a lower-level god.

However, the spear tip stopped at Goethe's brow. The Nightmare Commander's face was ashen, and he trembled all over, terrified, yet he still stood in front of his sister.

"My Lord Demon King, this is not what you promised me, and besides... besides, finding a new host will only delay the resurrection of the Great Tomb!"

"Because of you, I've already given her a chance, but all I got in return was ruthless revenge. Get out of my way, Goethe, this is the last time you will disobey my orders!"

Serantia roared in fury, and black electric thorns spread across the red earth, crawling all over Goethe's body. She came alone with sincerity, and was just a little short of being buried forever in Cocolia.

The canyon of the Rifttooth Tribe vanished, leaving only a red sand desert after being crushed by the ages. The Alliance of Evil Gods was not completely wiped out. Blurred shadows, headless knights, and ferocious monsters did not take advantage of the chaos to escape when the two sides were locked in a stalemate. Instead, they stood calmly behind the Cursed Demon God, silently accepting their shared fate.

With the pale face of the demon overlord close at hand, Goethe hesitated for a moment, not moving an inch, but simply closing his eyes. This only enraged Cynthia further, and the power of the cursed god formed a dark storm that fiercely clashed with the power of the necrosis god.

"Get out of my way! Kid, I don't need your protection. I haven't lost to her yet!"

"Quiet down."

At this moment, Nolan spoke. The school uniform of St. Lenza made the girl look young and lovely, but the transcendent divinity emanating from her was incomparable to the group of half-baked people who were rejected by the Father. The mere spread of her divine voice was enough to shock and freeze everyone.

"........"

The true vision of the Eye of Claudia swept across the entire room, as if wandering through the depths of everyone's soul, and the feeling of complete nudity sent chills down everyone's spine.

Nolan remained silent for a moment, then squatted down and picked up a handful of fine sand. She smelled the scent of boiling blood and felt the heartbeat of the wilderness. She stretched out her right hand, clenched her five fingers, and a pool of black blood inexplicably exploded in the air, instantly crushing the eyeball of the spider demon lurking in the shadows.

916. Hostages

"Julia!"

Serantia paused for a moment, then sneered disdainfully, immediately guessing who was spying on Cocolia's situation. The wicked demon god wished she and Cynthia were both dead.

With the spatial coordinates unlocked, the white wolf, protected by the eternal gods, seized the opportunity to escape. However, the brave beast spirit envoy was devoured by the demons. What awaits the invaders next is the wrath of the beast pack. Neither Serantia nor Cynthia can stay here.

But Nolan had other plans. She clapped her hands and pointed at the two demon girls.

"I'm going to stay in the wilderness for a while, and you two will stay with me."

This was neither coquetry nor pleading, but a divine decree. Serantia rolled her eyes at Nolan, having no right to resist. Sion's dragon spear slowly retracted, but Cynthia's expression changed drastically.

"Why should I? If you want to imprison me for life, you might as well kill me now!"

"Then I would be happy to."

Serantia pursed her lips, recalled the two commanders, and whispered orders to return to defend the Abyss. Thanks to Cynthia, the Rending Fang tribe would surely hold the demons accountable, and the beast horde's retaliation would put the Abyss in a bad situation.

"Whether you live or die is not up to you."