Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Nolan snapped his fingers, and a black hole appeared above his head. Several invisible chains bound Cynthia's hands and feet, and chaotic runes rose from it. This violent taming was no joke.

The chains of nothingness bound divine power but did not restrict movement. Cynthia watched the cursed flower wither away little by little, her unique mournful tone making her anger sound like a sob.

"What is this?!"

"Bad girls deserve their punishment."

Cynthia's eyes widened, almost laughing. "And what about her?"

Nolan waved his hand, his smile devoid of warmth, and the same punishment soon befell Serantia.

"She's the same. You're all my hostages now. Your old mother has made me very angry, so I need to find out what she did in the wilderness. Until then, no one is allowed to leave."

"Let me go! What does this have to do with me!?"

Serantia struggled for a while, but her protests were ineffective, and she became very annoyed. The same treatment made Cynthia feel a little better. Her expression was strange, and she expressed doubt about the wonderful description of witches. Perhaps they should be called...divine beings?

A commotion arose around the Redstone Land. Sion frowned, looking disapproving. Staying here was the worst option, but he never questioned the Demon King's orders. He immediately led Goethe to retreat.

Nolan paid no attention to the others and stepped straight into the spatial tunnel opened up by the black hole. The void chains, like two invisible ropes, pulled the demon girl's movements, and Serantia and Cynthia were forced into the void vortex.

Beyond the rift lay a vast expanse. The Demon King and the Red Lich tumbled onto the grass, looking around in bewilderment. This was another plane, unlike the warmth of Cocolia; here, green hills and fields stretched out before them, and a biting wind blew.

In the high-altitude region, the air is thin and elements are dispersed. The harsher the environment, the more resilient the races tend to be. The mountains and valleys beneath the distant snow-capped peaks are teeming with life, and the various orc tribes, large and small, should not be under the rule of the White Wolf.

Several surviving evil gods also fell into the other dimension. From the moment the Eternal Age appeared, they had already lost and could not even put up a fight. What made them even more desperate was that their madness had provoked the wrath of Chaos.

The blurry shadows huddled on the ground trembled, the oppressive aura of the God-King looming overhead. Even moving a finger was a luxury, but they had no choice. In the war of the gods, there was no place for the weak. They either fought bravely to the death or cowardly left. The only chance for the lower gods was to struggle to climb into the Pantheon and fight against the players at the top. Only the victor would be qualified to share the spoils of the chaotic era.

“Master, you called me.”

Another Voidwalker crossed the rift, following the Witch of Chaos. His strange royal robes, white crystalline bone facets, and azure guardian knight attire were completely renewed, his noble manners humble and elegant.

Thrantia looked surprised, not recognizing the madman who had once threatened her life. Now, Talion served the Throne of Chaos as the White Lich, immersing himself in the world of runes, all for the sake of tearing apart the inviolable divine positions of the gods.

Nolan rubbed his eyes and sighed, "You've worked hard. Although it's no longer needed, I've prepared some experimental materials for you that might come in handy."

The witch's original plan was not to come in person, but to summon Talion. The White Lich would have a way to deal with the Alliance of Evil Gods and add new blood to the puppet army.

"Really? What a pity."

Talion shook his head, gently stroking the turquoise ring on his little finger. It seemed that the carefully prepared divine weapon would be useless this time. He tilted his head slightly, and his sharp gaze naturally fell on the two charming demons. He could tell at a glance that Cynthia was also a demon god host.

Talion was surprised by Nolan's astonishing discovery that the rebirth of the eight pillars of the Cursed Demon God was not far off. Of course, the master was unwilling to turn the demon girl into a puppet, so all that was left for him were a few deformed monsters.

The headless horseman struggled to his feet, unwilling to submit to his fate; the so-called experimental subjects naturally referred to them.

Nolan slowly turned around, his crimson eyes flashing. With just one glance, the headless knight knelt down with a "thud," his knees shattering. The evil force field cracked instantly, scattering like shards of glass on the ground.

"So this is the God-King...?"

Cynthia's gaze sharpened. Whether it was the immortal divine body or the divine power, the two were not on the same level. Beheading was already the faith overlord of a secondary plane, an existence infinitely close to the main god, but in front of the witch, he was still as insignificant as dust.

The most powerful evil gods were swallowed into the black hole amidst their agonizing howls. After a moment of silence, several dark crystals were spat out from the hollow vortex. These crystals all originated from the Night Mother's Dark Night System.

"I'm leaving now, so I'm leaving this place to you."

"I am extremely grateful."

Talion bowed respectfully, watching the divine being depart, then removed his gloves and carefully traced runes to resonate with the divine essence...

Nolan moved and instantly appeared on the opposite hilltop. Serantia and Cynthia exchanged a glance, snorted coldly, and followed closely behind.

Watching her companions become empty bait, Cynthia remained expressionless, her eyes showing not a trace of emotion. Demons feel no sorrow, and gods are even less sentimental. This game is a celebration for the supreme deceiver, and this is the fate of those who are eliminated.

Serantia bit her finger, trying to guess the witch's thoughts but had no clue. Although the journey was full of twists and turns, the result was undoubtedly successful. If all that was needed was to take Cynthia away, the Great Tomb of the Eight Demon Gods would be more than half complete. Why did the little cutie waste time in the wilderness?

Nolan's expression was cold and stern, clearly indicating no intention to explain. Her irritability was palpable, and any action that disobeyed her at this moment would be unwise.

917.Snow-top plateau

"What exactly are you trying to do? Slaughter another tribe to once again attract the attention of the Eternal Age?"

"Or should we take us on a journey through various realms to force Mother to appear?"

Hey! Say something!

Cynthia's mouth kept making a sound like crying, sometimes in the Commonwealth's language, sometimes in the devil's language; if it weren't for the pleasant sound of her sobbing, it would have been very noisy.

Finally, Nolan stopped in his tracks. Serantia stepped back warily, her expression a half-smile. Even she had to admire Cynthia's courage; if the Seven Stars Goddess and the Eternal Time Dragon were right in front of her, she would never have dared to be so presumptuous.

Strangely, Nolan wasn't angry; he just yawned and tossed the two his ever-present St. Lenza uniform to cover their naked bodies.

"Stop barking like a nagging woman. Instead of wasting time provoking me, think about how to please me. Here's what we'll do: whoever can help me find the Eternal Living Night Mother, I'll help her reach the pinnacle of the night."

Cynthia snorted again, giving Serantia a defiant look. She was right, though; it was indeed a very constructive suggestion.

"The...peak of night."

Serantia took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes gleaming with ambition, but she wasn't so easily fooled.

Nolan beckoned with his finger and said jokingly, "That's right, the end of the dark path is still eternity. Compared to the throne of the God-King who surpasses all the gods, what are the Eight Pillars?"

The Heavenly Father and the Night Mother have ruled the Divine Court for thousands of years. Even the Time Dragon and the Seven Luminaries only occupy the empty throne of the King of Gods without any ancient majesty. If there is a day when the world is changed, who will be the master of the Pantheon in the Chaotic Era?

"You mean, to replace the Night Mother."

"If it weren't for the Father's wicked sense of humor, she would have been eliminated at the end of the last God War!"

The witch's voice was icy cold. Both the Heavenly Father and the Night Mother were endlessly challenging her limits. The roulette game of many eras never stopped. They were by no means the first to become complacent winners, but they were very likely to be the last.

"If this continues, I might start to take it seriously..."

Serantia couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Even for a demon, it was a rather audacious idea, but it was incredibly tempting. Just imagining herself becoming a mother goddess and ushering in a new era of pantheon was delightful.

At this moment, Cynthia said coldly, "You are wasting your time. Mother will not change her mind for anyone. When we die, other replacements will be born. As for Eternity, didn't you just see it?"

Serantia's eyes darted around, and she said sarcastically, "Saw it? If you mean you accidentally stepped on it, who knows how many legs it has!"

"All I know is that hedgehogs don't have feet, or maybe they just crawl on the ground like worms all day long, but I can't see them."

"Are you out of your mind? A vegetable? Your life is in our hands now!"

"What did you say!?"

"Is not it?"

The gods' quarrel seemed no different from the peasant women arguing over a radish in the market; at least the two demons still had the energy to attack each other, showing no fear of the wrath of chaos.

Nolan shook his head, and his True Sight traversed the heavy clouds and ice peaks into the dense forest, searching for traces of the orcs.

"It is ever-changing throughout the ages, sometimes a dragon-eagle, sometimes a mammoth. The monsters that the statues show are merely the one-sided imagination of mortals. Most of the time, it walks through the void as a giant god, trampling the stars, which is a devastating blow to ordinary planes."

But now, the Eternal One has not returned to the embrace of the Void for a long time. It appears and disappears quietly. Nolan can only randomly enter one of the most vibrant planes in the star map, trying to find some clues from the beasts that serve the God.

Cynthia ignored Serantia and strolled forward, standing at the edge of the snowfield and gazing into the distance. Even though she was in a terrible predicament, she didn't want to face the ancient beast god again.

What do you see?

Nolan glanced at Cynthia's thin back. The Cursed Demon God had been lurking in the wilderness for so long, he should know a lot about the beasts.

Cynthia was silent for a moment, then said frankly, "Based on the terrain and elemental distribution, it's not hard to guess that this is the Snow Peak Plateau, one of the largest orc habitats in the Beast Territory's prime plane. The most powerful tribes here are the Snow Leopard and Yak, but they are still no match for the White Wolf and War Bear."

"Can their beast spirit messengers heed divine decrees like the White Wolf tribe?"

This is the issue that Nolan cares about most.

“I don’t know. In fact, people in the Savage Beast Territory claim to see the Beast God every day. Just like you said, it is omnipresent throughout the ages, takes on countless forms, and protects its people.”

Cynthia looked tense, as if she was afraid that Nolan would do something drastic and drag her down with him.

Are there any of your followers here?

Nolan remained expressionless. Cynthia glanced at the invisible shackles on her wrists, and reluctantly replied, "Yes, my followers are scattered throughout the wilderness. Mortals find it difficult to resist the temptations of the devil, especially some violent thugs driven by strong desires."

“Very well, take us into the Desolate Temple. Since you don’t know, I’ll ask the Beast Spirit Envoy.”

"You're insane! The invasion of the alien gods will only provoke war. The followers of the Supreme God are all powerful barbaric gods. They can wipe us out without the intervention of the ancients. Besides, how could mortals possibly discover the whereabouts of the God Lord?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, are you scared?"

Serantia put her arm around Nolan's waist and said with a wicked smile, "Since you've been so withdrawn for too long that you don't know who you're talking to, let me tell you. This lord is the spokesperson for the Destroyer of All Realms, the divine messenger descended to the Throne of Chaos, the invincible incarnation of the dragon slayer who defeated the dragon tide, and the witch who suppressed the rebellious Triad in the Battle of the Ark."

"Nonsense! I not only know who she is, but I also know that she walked out of the Divine Fire Court of the Martyr Judge alive!"

"What!?"

Serantia's expression froze, her eyes wide with horror; this was the first time she had ever heard of such a thing.

Through the eyes of the beheaded believer, Cynthia also saw Nolan's true form appear in the sub-plane of Gordon, obstructing the execution of the martyr judge. She dared to ignore the Chaos Knight because she misjudged the outcome, anticipating that even if the witch survived, she wouldn't regain her divine power so quickly.

Cynthia sneered, "So what? Defeating a false Triad with distorted divine authority is one thing, and provoking all the barbarian gods is another. The Supreme God's retinue is not something my lackeys can compare to!"

Serantia was speechless for a moment. The Alliance of Evil Gods was a fallen race of gods abandoned by the divine court, and she still could not fight against them on her own, let alone blaspheme them.

Both being supreme gods, the people of the Three Phases have fallen apart, while the Boiling Blood Beasts are united and fierce. Now, the divine power of the Savage God Clan is stronger than ever before, making the two incomparable.

Perhaps only when the demon god unites with the eight pillars and is resurrected will the Abyss be qualified to fight the Savage Lands. Before that...

918. The Outcast of Cold-Weather Valley

As glistening snowflakes drifted down her head, Nolan smiled. Had she already become an alien god here?

"If the Beast Spirit Envoy doesn't know, then go find the Beast King. If none of the Beast Kings know, then let Antonio answer my question himself."

"That sounds exciting!"

Serantia licked her lips, feeling uneasy but with no way out. She had been kidnapped by the god and put on the little cutie's ship.

Cynthia's attempts to persuade them failed, and she had no choice but to accept her fate. The beast king of the Snow Ridge Yak was killed in battle on the Ark, defeated by the Cancer Star Envoy Odred. For the time being, no new lord had taken over the beast herd, so they left the nameless snow mountain and set off for the heart of the plateau, which was also the largest tribal capital of the Snow Leopard Beastmen.

The snow-capped plateau is shrouded in a dangerous yet alluring ice mist. Even a small amount inhaled by a normal person will freeze them from the inside out. This is a paradise for extreme magical beasts and special classes. The dangers do not only come from nature and snow monsters. The low, snow-covered mountains all around are shrouded in white snow, and the snow leopard beastmen who inhabit this place are secretive and swift, making them impossible to spot with the naked eye.

The endless mountain range stretched as far as the eye could see, and the white world felt strangely familiar no matter where they went. Cynthia led the two to the designated location by radiating rune marks along the way.

On the open hillside grew a few thorny pine trees. The three of them stopped and paused. After a while, several orcs emerged from the snow. Their thick fur made them immune to the wind and snow. One of them whistled, and the ground trembled slightly. A strong white bull dragged an armored vehicle and galloped from a distance.

There was no aura of curse on these orcs. They seemed to be simply following orders to escort the three of them across the snowy mountain pass to the tribe's main city. Serantia hid in the pile of goods, smelling the fishy stench of fur around her, and was somewhat speechless. It was rather ridiculous that the Abyss Demon King, as a god, was acting like a thief.

Cynthia, however, seemed to take it for granted. Like other evil gods, she had become accustomed to a life of hiding in foreign lands, and the lack of faith greatly limited her power and divine strength.