Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The closer one gets to the Eternal Altar, the clearer the abnormal divine power fluctuations become. The Beast Spirit Envoy can easily detect the threatening invasion. If Serantia hadn't unwittingly entered Cocolia and disrupted Cynthia's plans, the Evil God Alliance wouldn't have taken such a risk, and the Black Church remaining in the Wildlands would probably have been completely wiped out soon.

Thinking of this, the Cursed Demon God's eyes were filled with resentment as he stared intently at the Gangren Demon God, wishing he could bite a piece of flesh off that charming face.

The mighty white bull, panting heavily, dragged the chariot across the plains. The leopard-man driving the chariot was also very familiar with the terrain. Such cargo caravans were common on the plateau. After all, the friction with the Obsidian Empire had not yet reached their homeland, and not all orcs were good at fighting.

"I'm very curious, why would Wan Gu allow a parasite to suck blood from his body?"

Whenever Serantia had a chance to mock Cynthia, she believed that captives had been stripped of all rights and that mocking the loser was a perk reserved for the victors.

Cynthia scoffed, "I hid it very well."

"That's just what you think. If it wanted to crush you, it could do it as easily as it did just now."

"Humph."

Cynthia was too lazy to pay attention and had no power to refute, but this reminded Nolan that Antonio's attitude towards demons might be too "friendly." The beasts were fearless in their conquest of the worlds, but they had never touched the abyss.

Looking back, the Evil Army nearly succeeded in its raid on the Galactic Dimension. At that time, the old Lawful Order of Light had not yet been torn apart, and almost all races had participated in the War of the Gods to resist the Great Tomb of the Eight Demon Gods. Dragons and orcs were no exception, and they had reason to worry about the resurgence of demons.

As a result, the five great faith kingdoms and forces from all realms extended a helping hand. Even the Obsidian Empire acknowledged Sion's terrifying aggression and strengthened its garrison near the Abyss. However, the beast horde remained unmoved.

Is it because broken wasteland has no value?

Obviously not...

"We've arrived in Saxony."

Several hours passed quietly. Through the gaps in the steel frame, Cynthia glanced at the scenery outside the chariot. While Nolan was lost in thought, the speed of the white bull slowly decreased.

"This is the Cold Howl Valley in the Snow Leopard Territory. The ground contains a natural magic crystal base. All the major beast groups have set up temporary outposts. The flags of the large and small tribes are linked together and slowly they have become a city. In addition, due to the trade contracts of the Free Federation, a neutral zone has always existed. Any conflict here will be regarded as a provocation to all beast groups."

Nolan's gaze was touched. He hadn't expected Saxony to be located on the snow-capped plateau. No wonder the life force here was the strongest among the stars. Antonio did not allow the Federation to build a free city in the Beast Territory, so Saxony Academy became the most special of the five campuses of the Star Alliance School. It was completely managed by the tribe. The academy city in the snow mountain must have been abandoned for a long time.

The oxcart belonged to a respected elder in the Snow Leopard tribe, and was quickly allowed to pass through into the heart of the valley. The closer they got to the tribal stronghold, the more lax the defenses became, because no one dared to cause trouble in Saxony.

The chariot stopped in a large tent outside the ironwood fence. Compared to the rugged style of other primitive tribal buildings, the Saxon architecture was much more avant-garde. Magic crystal towers made of white stone were distributed around the perimeter, and there were also spatial magic arrays for pedestrians to move back and forth between the various camps.

The valley was bustling with noise, and from afar one could see the huge bonfire burning in the city, its towering flames continuously releasing heat to warm the city, never going out day or night.

"It's not that exaggerated."

Serantia shrugged, implying that someone was exaggerating, but Cynthia sneered, "If you're so capable, use the runes right here. The nearby Beast Spirit Envoys will immediately smell the scent, and then you'll see the Beast King and his herd. Guess how long it will take for the lords of all the tribes to get here through the portal?"

"Humph."

Where is the Beast God Altar?

Nolan's attitude was very direct, and Cynthia's answer was also very direct.

“I can’t help you go to the temple. This is the territory of the Snow Leopard Tribe. Only their Beast King and the messengers who serve the Beast God can enter the Eternal Temple of Saxony.”

Nolan gave Cynthia a deep look. She took a step back, looking tense, knowing full well that the moment she lost her usefulness would be her death. But the silver-haired girl did not continue to press her.

"There is another situation, but it is very rare, and other races do not have the opportunity to participate."

"is it?"

Cynthia lifted the tent flap, pointed her finger toward the snow-white ice wall in the eastern woods, and said, "Either you destroy my immortal body here and take my divinity, or I will not go to my death with you."

Nolan gazed at the ice wall, her mental energy spreading to examine the deep void beneath it. She nodded, neither taking action nor pressing further. She had a feeling that touching the Eternal Statue would lead her to the source of the ominous premonition.

919. The Call of the Wild

"Why should I kill you? I think there's some misunderstanding between us. The Throne of Chaos isn't a place where things are unreasonable. It's alright, I'll unravel it slowly. Until then, you can find a place to rest."

Cynthia paused, and Serantia frowned as she asked, "What do you mean? Are you planning to leave us here?"

"It's normal to fear the ages; following me would only get in my way."

"Who's scared...?"

The two exchanged a glance, their interest in mockery vanishing. Surrounded by powerful enemies in a desolate and alien land, their powers sealed, escape was impossible; their fate would only be worse. Was this what the witch meant by being reasonable?

Nolan traced a line through the air with his index finger, and the ripples caused by the annihilation flames quickly formed a rift. He then turned back and revealed a sinister smile.

"I'm giving you one last reminder: if there's anything you haven't told me yet, you'd better tell me now, because it will be too late when I find out myself."

Serantia's expression changed slightly, and her smile became forced. "How could that be?"

Nolan nodded and said, "I can give it to you, and I can take it back. Six golems, four leaders, kill them all, and who in the Abyss can stop Joanna? Remember, compared to your mother, my temper... is only worse."

As the witch departed, the cracks in the air disappeared. Serantia's expression shifted, as if she had something unspeakable she dared not reveal. Cynthia's sobbing mockery sounded particularly grating at that moment.

"It seems you're not as clever as you think. You're afraid to face Mother's revenge, but are you capable of confronting the wrath of Chaos?"

"Humph."

As hostages, the two demon girls face similar predicaments. They can only hope that Nolan will not discover anything, but for now they can only hide with the Ju-on's retinue for a while and observe the movements of the various beast groups.

Away from the direction of the Saxon torch, the rift leads straight to the depths of the great snow mountain in the Cold Howl Valley. Beyond the tribal soldiers' outposts, there is only one path ahead of the icy stone slabs, leading to the Temple of the Beast God.

But Nolan's mental energy received more than one response, which was strange according to Cynthia. One of the most powerful elemental ripples should be the beast spirit messenger guarding the temple. In addition, there were six different auras wandering around. Could there be others who could enter and leave the altar?

The silver-haired girl was like a snow sprite in a white world, each step a shimmering leap. The icy stone slab stopped in front of a stone wall, where she reached out to brush away the falling snow. The murals on the wall depicted a bloody battlefield between barbaric ancestors and giants.

Boom!

At that moment, the heavy door trembled slightly and opened automatically, revealing the dark space behind it.

That's a bit too easy...

Nolan thought to himself and stepped into the darkness without a second thought. The hollow mountainside faintly echoed with the sound of flowing water. He followed the icy stone path underground and wandered for a long time in the empty hall before finally seeing some firelight.

In the center of the hall was a circular hall, surrounded by the battle flags of various tribes of the snow-capped plateau. Torches from all directions illuminated more than a dozen winding roads. For a moment, Nolan did not know which road to take to find the Eternal Statue.

Suddenly, someone patted Nolan on the shoulder from behind. She noticed it but didn't move. The other person had no hostility. Besides, even the fluctuations of a transcendent soul were too weak in the eyes of a god. A sneak attack would most likely only destroy this school uniform.

Shh! It's me!

Perhaps afraid of frightening the girl, a tall orc wrapped in a mink coat jumped in front of Nolan. She shook the snowflakes off her head and forced a kind smile onto her cold face.

The orc girl entered the temple first, hiding in the shadows and blending into the snow and ice. She only appeared on the disc when she saw who it was. Her eyes were full of curiosity as she looked the rare outsider in the beast territory up and down.

Don't you remember me?

"You are... Ah, Camus-senpai."

Nolan clapped his hands, finally remembering something. The Star Warriors representing Saxony Academy at the Star Festival were all very powerful. Jiu Bao and Casey came from the War Bear and White Wolf packs respectively, and the pitiful girl from the Snow Leopard tribe also left a deep impression.

Camus blushed slightly and waved his hand, saying, "It sounds weird coming from you calling me 'senior,' you invincible teacher."

"Just call me Nolan."

Nolan blinked. In the Reality Horizon, the vibrant snow leopard was naked and exuded a powerful aura. Its fresh flesh was full of vitality, and its cold exterior could not hide its boiling bloodlust. Camus had not only made further progress in the Saint Realm, but had also glimpsed the remnants of truth through the Path of Law. His talent was extraordinary, and he should be one step ahead of Casey if nothing unexpected happened.

Camus readily agreed, saying, "Then I won't stand on ceremony. Nolan, what brings you here? Did you also accept the call of the wild? But no, you're just a human. How could you be qualified to become the Beast King? By the way, which path should we take to see the Divine Messenger? Every time I come here, I get dizzy."

The orc girl was oblivious to the danger and didn't see the invaders who had invaded the holy land as a threat at all, but rather regarded them as companions.

Nolan suppressed a laugh and didn't continue the topic. He pointed to a passageway where the snow leopard battle flag was hanging and said, "Different tribes make different choices, I guess that's what it means."

"Oh right, you're so smart! Let's go then!"

Nolan could probably guess from Camus's words that she was undergoing some kind of test to prove whether the chosen one was qualified to become the Beast King and lead the beast horde. Only at such times would the temple be open to the tribal lords. This must be another way that Cynthia was trying to talk about.

Nolan has always been lucky. Even though he no longer has the luck of being blessed by Lady Luck, meeting Camus was an unexpected gain. If he can help her obtain the Call of the Wild, she may be able to face the ages.

"What is this 'call of the wild' you're talking about?"

The two hurried along the deep passage, one after the other. Camus was focused on her own test and paid no attention to Nolan's purpose. Her eyes burned with excitement as she said, "It's the Mark of the Chosen One! Only by obtaining it can one be qualified to challenge the Beast King and have their own tribe of beasts. My dream is to defeat Lord Nadia!"

In the wild lands, the strong are worshipped. To replace the Beast King, one must naturally defeat the tribal chief in a direct confrontation. In the snow mountain caves, many others are also answering the call of the wild.

"That sounds really exciting."

"Of course! I've failed three times already, this time it'll definitely work!"

Nolan chuckled and shook his head. Then why is he still like a novice, unable to find his way? Can this kid really become the Beast King?

"Okay, good luck."

"Thank you, but please don't help me later. I want to earn the divine messenger's approval through my own abilities!"

"Ok."

The winding passage seemed endless, and no one knew how much time had passed. At their speed, they should have already crossed the mountains and left Hanhao Valley, but the little leopard was still charging forward tirelessly.

"Wait a moment."

Nolan suddenly understood why someone had failed three times. Speechless, she grabbed Camus by the neck and began to examine their surroundings.

"What's wrong? Are you tired? Do you want me to carry you?"

920. The roots of the World Tree

Camus was still wandering around in a daze, thinking that this was a path that would test his physical strength and perseverance. However, even Nolan's Eye of Claudia could not see through the strangeness of the passage. The rocks were ordinary and could be broken through with little effort.

Nolan pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's go back."

"Huh? You're giving up already? You're too weak!"

Camus's serious expression left Nolan speechless.

"No, the exit should be behind us. The barbarian gods originated from chaos and defied the established laws created by the Heavenly Father and the Night Mother, going against the natural order. Perhaps we can retreat to advance."

"But we've come all this way through so much trouble, we might be there soon, it would be such a long way to go back."

Camus shook her little head, clearly not understanding. In fact, every time she forced herself to run forward, she was eventually thrown back out of the cave by the Beast Spirit Envoy.

Nolan rolled his eyes and could only grab her face and rub it hard. This child's understanding of the world was still limited to the existing framework. Far and near, front and back, were all concepts that could be easily altered, and could be followed or violated.

"Listen to me, okay?"

Camus sighed, essentially accepting his defeat once again, and could only say resentfully, "I just can't do anything with you. Let's wait for the next Call of the Wild. Is this your first time on the Snow Peak Plateau? No wonder you're so cold and can't run, dressed so lightly. Come to my house to warm up later; my bed is big and warm."

"........"

Camus pulled Nolan along and licked his paws. Undeterred, the two turned back. Strange things then happened. The once dark passage suddenly became light after only a few steps, even though they had run so far!

"Wow, how come we're back so quickly? Am I dreaming? Wait, where am I...?"