Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The sudden light was unsettling. Camus shielded his eyes and squinted to see the exit. They had inexplicably arrived at a beast's den. Warm firelight illuminated the ancient paintings on the stone walls, and fresh air kept pouring in from the hollow ceiling. A frozen waterfall cascaded down.

A burly elder leaning on a cane stood before the towering statue deep within the beast's lair. The ferocious monster on the offering stone platform was familiar to any beastman. Besides Camus Cave, there were also two lords of the highland tribes, whose strengths were roughly equal. They had both found their true direction and were not lost on the path ahead.

The two strong minotaurs were both male and seemed to have come to fight for the Snow Ridge Beast King. They glanced at the strange girl beside them, said nothing, and quietly stared at the Beast God statue.

Beep...beep...

The Beast Spirit Envoy did not turn around, but tapped the stone slab with his cane, indicating that the call of the wild had ended and the lost would be expelled from the Great Snow Mountain, with all passages completely closed.

The old man's legs were not very nimble, and his movements were extremely slow. It took him quite a while to turn around with heavy steps and examine the chosen ones one by one. A necklace of strangely colored beast teeth on his chest was quite eye-catching. Nolan remembered that the Beast Spirit Envoy of the White Wolf Tribe had transformed into a giant beast and fought against the Abyss Demon King with just one of the sharp teeth.

"I've heard that the Beast Spirit Envoys were once the Beast Kings of their respective tribes, leading their beast hordes to conquer countless planes. After they weakened or were crippled, they would go to the temple alone to listen to the will of the gods. After their death, they would concentrate all their power into their fangs and pass them on to the next successor, forever guarding the wilderness. That is the destiny of the strong!"

Camus looked at her with admiration, excitement and anticipation. This was her first time successfully reaching the depths of the Great Snow Mountain, though she was still a little dazed.

The elder minotaur had broken horns, and his whip made of hair and beard almost reached the ground. He rubbed his cloudy eyes and was surprised to find a silver-haired girl among them who was clearly not of the orc race.

"Foreign witch, you shouldn't be here!"

"All three thousand worlds are embraced by the void, and the Wilderness is a chaotic realm from ancient times, an essential path to advancement leading to Purgatory. You say I'm an outsider, have you thought this through?"

Nolan responded casually in standard orcish language, wandering around the murals as if he were visiting a museum, completely disregarding others.

The animal figures on the murals are lifelike, and the kings of beasts throughout history are recorded. Powerful tribes such as the War Bear, White Wolf, and Royal Lion have led various beast groups to conquer other worlds. After the war of the gods, the beastmen's dominant position has never been shaken.

Camus looked nervous and secretly gave Nolan a wink. Only then did she realize how strange it was for a stranger to enter the Great Snow Mountain. Even though she hadn't brought him, he was still bound to be punished.

Fortunately, the Beast Spirit Envoy did not pursue the matter. The old man remained silent for a moment, unable to refute it, and then whispered for the three chosen ones to come forward and continue the ritual. The wild call was extremely sacred, and no one could interrupt it.

"Only the strongest warriors of this land can be called by the wild, both in body and soul. You are surely ready, and the road ahead must be forged by yourselves..."

The old man slammed his cane down, sending eerie ripples through the cave. The chosen ones froze, then looked up to find the frozen waterfall in front of them suddenly melting, forming a powerful wave that swept the three of them into the deep pool.

The real test began, and unknown trials awaited the three. The Beast Spirit Envoy, panting heavily, slumped down. He could no longer preside over such a ceremony, but he suddenly noticed that the recently renowned silver-haired witch was walking towards the statue.

"Get out!"

Just as Nolan was about to reach out and touch the Eternal God Statue, the Beast Spirit Envoy let out a deafening roar, and his heavy hooves created several shockwaves that impacted all directions.

However, the hand still landed on the ancient black chains that had bound the cave for millennia. The cave roared and sand and gravel flew everywhere, as if it had been trampled by a herd of beasts. Only the patch of land around the girl remained intact.

The desecration of the beast god statue enraged him more than the killing of the old man. Boiling blood gushed from every pore like a raging fire. Just as he was about to tear off the beast tooth from his chest, he was surprised to find that the black chain that was originally one with the statue slowly fell off, landing heavily on the ground, breaking free of some kind of restraint.

Nolan ignored her and her face grew increasingly gloomy. She hooked her five fingers together and fiercely tore off the veil that had been deceiving the world!

hiss------!

As the Lock of Chaos was released, the Eternal Statue underwent subtle changes, beginning to reveal its true form. Black, evil flowers sprouted from its feet, transforming into dark thorns that surrounded the beast god's ferocious body. Unknown tree roots broke through the soil and burrowed into the statue's shell. At the same time, dreamlike whispers echoed from the faint mist surrounding the waterfall, captivating all who heard them.

"This is... how could this be... how is this possible!?"

The Beast Spirit Envoy was dumbfounded, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes. Was the witch playing tricks? No, it was impossible. This aura was so dark and so evil. It had been buried in the desolate continent for a very, very long time, yet all the beastmen had been completely unaware of it.

921. Volcano Re-emerges

Such a terrifying scene could not have only occurred on the snow-capped plateau. At this time, all the barbaric temples were probably shrouded in darkness, with endless faith power pouring into the Night Mother's warm bed, rather than the Chaos Throne.

"really."

Nolan twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile utterly cold. Without further hesitation, he turned and left, leaving the Beast Spirit Envoy in the cave utterly horrified. The promise to experience Camus's grand bed would have to wait until later.

However, this is not the worst news. The roots of the World Tree that are growing at the foot of the statue are the biggest threat. As the earliest members of the Void forces, the Seven Kingdoms are a powerful backer of the Throne of Chaos.

If it was Ye Liliu who instigated the Light Elf King Allen to rebel, her goal was definitely not just to control the high elves. In that case, Zinora alone would probably not be able to handle it, and the stance of Lei Ruiyi, this fickle person, would be even more difficult to judge.

The sealed snow mountain temple could not hold back the Voidwalker. Nolan left the Frozen Snow Ridge and followed the direction of the thick smoke back to the Great Campfire. The streets of the United Tribes were teeming with people. The girl stopped and paused, her expression bewildered. Her subtle state of mind was completely different from when she arrived. For a moment, it was difficult to determine how many barbarian lords had joined the Night faction and how many of the various beast packs were still willing to abide by the ancient covenant.

Just then, the witch raised her right hand, her palm burning hot, and black flames gradually appeared on it. She sensed a call from afar, in the direction of the Chaos Throne's temple in Ceylon, which was under attack.

Nolan remained silent, letting the snowflakes fall on his shoulders. Who could it be? The Qilin Venerable was crowned in a grand manner, and the Four Holy Emperors had no choice but to obey, no matter how unwilling they were. What kind of opponent could force Serani to touch the Void Beacon?

Warning, or demonstration...?

The Night Mother's counterattack was equally swift. The Chaos Throne would have to pay a heavy price to seize the Eight Pillars, and the consequence could be that the fledgling Triad and the Seven Great Courts would be eliminated together.

The silver-haired girl stood on the edge of the city wall, staring blankly at the torch. Suddenly, all the chips on the chessboard were slipping out of her control. She was caught between two equally important options. Should she retreat to the Boundless Realm or venture into the Void? For a moment, the enraged Lord of Chaos even considered rushing into the Heart of the Wilderness to kill Antonio and establish his authority, but that would be of no use.

Now that things had come to this, the girl calmed down, suppressing all impulses. She quietly looked down at the chessboard of gods in her mind. All the above options were undoubtedly wrong, and would only lead her into Ye Liliu's trap and continue to be led by the nose.

Nolan slowly exhaled a breath of hot air, his gaze falling on the other side of the snow-capped plateau to the north, on a wild corner of the star map, where the Nash Giants bravely climbed the peaks, another savage overlord who conquered the dragons.

At the same time, the two beautiful demons hiding in the Saxon tent suddenly changed their expressions. Invisible shackles appeared on their bodies, pulling them into the rift and bringing them to the top of a snow-capped mountain thousands of miles away.

Do you remember what I said?

Nolan stomped on the chest of the Cursed Demon God without saying another word. Cynthia's fair skin immediately cracked like glass, revealing the Truth God Core hidden within her body. Her immortal divine body was so fragile in front of the Destroyer of All Realms.

Serantia stumbled down in front of Nolan. She had just finished bathing and was only half-dressed, her posture rather unseemly. She rubbed her bottom, her heart tightening, and said, "Whatever you discover is none of my business. I know nothing about the Mother Goddess's plans!"

Cynthia dared not be stubborn any longer, and suppressed her fear to defend herself, her views unusually aligned with Serantia's.

"To Mother, we are merely tools, disposable at any time, but these tools are unsigned, and you can use them too! Isn't that right?"

Nolan remained silent for a moment, then lifted his foot. Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief as the dark divine power emanating from her body slowly repaired the crack in her chest.

"I believe in you, so don't even think about going anywhere. Our journey through the wilderness isn't over yet."

"If I'm not mistaken, you're in trouble. Whether it's the Seven Royal Courts or the Astral Consortium, I can help!"

Cynthia's eyes burned with determination as she tried to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation. She knew far more about the whispers in the darkness than Serantia did.

Nolan laughed and retorted in the same tone, "If I'm not mistaken, your next sentence should be about negotiating terms, like 'If I just want you to go,' or something like that?"

Cynthia bit her lip, not daring to be presumptuous. No one knew what a mad god might do next. Serantia, on the other hand, was much more docile. Her advantage over Cynthia lay in her ability to feign ignorance, never...

The Chaos Divine Sound tore through the spatial barrier in the form of runes, opening up a void rift in another dimension. Today, the beautiful goddess-king was exceptionally busy. If it weren't for the fact that the Chaos Apostle's frequent crossings of space were an enormous drain on her energy, it would be unbearable.

"You're leaving already? You're not going to give in, are you?!"

Serantia chuckled softly, seemingly unwilling, as if she knew in advance what had happened in the Temple of the Beast God. However, the cunning glint in her eyes did not escape the notice of the Real Sight. If Antonio angered Nolan and died in his own home, it would be a good thing for all the players.

"The Three-Phase Divine Court is more important to me now, and there are many ways to purge traitors. Would you like to learn more about them?"

Nolan smiled slightly at Serantia, as if hinting at something; the benefits she gave to the Abyss were not given for nothing.

"Uh, no, thank you..."

Cynthia's eyes lit up, and she pondered, "So, it's the Boundless Continent. Don't underestimate the Vengeful Dragon Slayer Guard. The power that the Dark Goddess can give to mortals is terrifying. Just because you helped Mother Goddess break the gods' prohibition, Father God's Light God Clan can be said to have no advantage in the mortal world."

"I've never been to the Far East."

Serantia looked confused; this deviated from her purpose, yet she had no right to refuse.

"No, we're not going to the Far East. I was planning to spend some more time with Ye Liliu, but she forced me to."

Nolan pulled the Void Chains, dragging them into the rift. Caught off guard, the two demons were once again thrown to the ground, covered in dust, like two stray dogs, hostages without any dignity.

"hiss......."

Serantia was about to curse when she shrank back. The intense, scorching aura around her caused the two demon girls to gasp in amazement. They looked up at the majestic volcano that pierced the clouds, and the numerous black dots swirling around it were howling dragons.

There are only a handful of supreme planes in existence in the mortal world. Legend has it that these are realms inhabited only by gods, paradises of elements, where one can obtain an endless supply of souls simply by breathing. The iconic Dragonsleep Volcano before us belongs to one of the most powerful forces in the world, the Obsidian Empire.

What are we doing here?

The Cursed Demon God dusted himself off, his eyes filled with confusion. No living being would ever feel awe for the master of the Black Flame Fortress, not even a god, even though that immortal monster, once hailed as the strongest being below the gods, had disappeared long ago.

922. The Prince and the Holy Child

Traveling with a witch is always fraught with uncertainty, and chaos always leads to destruction. This made Cynthia and Serantia extremely nervous, wondering when their final journey would begin.

For anyone, Dragon Sleep Volcano is an absolutely dangerous area. The Cursed Demon God was uneasy, but before Nolan could even speak, His Majesty the Demon King already knew what she was going to do.

"Why? Of course, we're going to have a heart-to-heart talk with your best friend. Doesn't she love to snoop on other people's private lives? Let her get closer and see things more clearly."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow and looked into the heart of the volcano. Serantia also sighed. Needless to say, she knew Julia's fate. This invisible leash would probably bind another demon girl.

The higher plane has given birth to many terrifying creatures. Without the escort of the dragon guards, ordinary people simply cannot reach the mountain city. However, the witch is particularly angry today, and even the divinity she inadvertently exudes is full of destructive power, scaring away the powerful magical beasts around the volcano.

Nolan had been to Dragonsleep Mountain City once before and was not unfamiliar with the place. To avoid rashly crossing the rift and triggering the Empire's defense mechanism, the three of them rode a captured vulture to their destination.

Looking into the distance, the Black Flame Fortress atop the mountain was still hidden in the clouds, and the ruins on the summit were out of sight. Thousands of flying dragons roared and howled around the scorching volcano, but not because they had sensed any unusual intrusion.

A melody of wind and strings drifted from the direction of the mountain city, spreading throughout the entire plane in the form of a torrent of secret magic. It was powerful and penetrating. The Nash giants climbed the mountain and blew their metal horns, as if welcoming some distinguished guest.

Serantia looked surprised and said softly, "Strange, this is the highest level of courtesy the Obsidian Empire uses to treat its allies. Few forces are treated as equals by them. Who else could be here besides us?"

Nolan didn't respond; the question wasn't important, but they would find out soon enough, since she had no intention of hiding her tracks.

The closer the vultures got to Dragonsleep Mountain City, the more frightened they became. Their sluggish wings trembled, and nearby was the nest of the Obsidian Dragon Clan, where the oppressive aura of the gem dragon was intense.

Reaching this point was the limit. Nolan jumped off the giant bird and plummeted from the sky, followed closely by the two aggrieved demon girls. From above, this city of giants looked like a giant dragon crawling among the mountains, with the towering pillars of the Dark Empire resembling the crystal thorns on the dragon's back, and the dense volcanic scales beneath them representing the Obsidian Empire.

The three fell like cannonballs, yet seemed weightless as they landed lightly in the withered forest. Divine power cannot be measured by common sense. Nolan was extremely fast, appearing outside the high wall in the blink of an eye, startling the tower guards who rubbed their eyes.

The heavy steel gates of the capital were tightly shut and reinforced with multiple runes and spells. Even a fully grown gem dragon would find it difficult to break through them in a short time. The guards raised their crossbows and aimed them at the three of them, issuing a stern warning that no one was allowed to enter or leave during the Emperor's banquet for his allies.

Although Cynthia couldn't understand the giants' language, she could tell that they didn't welcome dwarves. Last time, Nolan had Blington with him when he ran rampant in Dragonslumber Volcano. Suddenly, she remembered something and took out a huge black scale as a token.

The giant captain paused for a moment, then, without further ado, ordered his men to open the city gates with a respectful attitude.

With a heavy rumble, the gates opened and closed again. Walking into the main street and the upper and lower levels of the city, not a single pedestrian was in sight. At this moment, it seemed that all the imperial subjects were gathered around the palace.

After the Dragon Tide ended, Dragonsleep City underwent significant changes. The dragon pillars that once rose from the city are now covered in heavy armor, symbolizing the invincible Iron Dragon Rider Legion. Caliban's unique metal armor has also become the sole color of the Obsidian Empire. With the five major dragon rider legions united, they are bound to become even stronger in the future.

As the three looked at the Seven Stars War Banner fluttering on the tower, they gradually realized something. Nolan's expression also became somewhat unnatural. An ally that the Obsidian Empire valued so highly must be the Holy Alliance, which had been reborn from the ashes.

Serantia teased, "What should we do, my dear? It seems the prince and the holy son's honeymoon is going to last quite a while. Should we just barge into the Obsidian Emperor's feast and interrupt their honeymoon?"

"We're not a third party, what's there to be ashamed of? We might even run into some old friends..."

Nolan smiled and headed towards the Dragon Heart Palace along the Imperial Avenue, actually intending to go directly to Julia. Cynthia shook her head helplessly, thinking it was unrealistic to expect the witch to be more composed.

It's clear that the Black Prince has considerable sincerity towards the Holy Alliance. Hundreds of thousands of elite Iron Dragon Riders patrolled the skies, bringing a spectacular military exercise to the distinguished guests of the hall. All the bigwigs of the Dark Empire attended the Dragon Rest Hall to welcome the Round Table envoys.

Although the human race is currently not as strong as the free people, friendships forged in times of crisis are often stronger. Lockrean, in dire straits, staked everything on Caliban, and Caliban did not disappoint him. In the end, they both luckily won this wonderful battle.

Of course, from the perspective of Serantia's superiors, there were other ambitions as well. The Obsidian Empire had always tried to open up new strategic bases in all directions of the star map, but the imperial legions in the wilderness were firmly tied down by the beast hordes, which made it difficult for the dragon riders to go on long expeditions.

At this time, the Holy Alliance, reborn from the ashes, naturally became the best ally. Moreover, the two sides were cooperating well and were in a honeymoon period. It was a good time to strike while the iron was hot. In the distant future, it would no longer be a fantasy for the two to join forces and target the Seven Royal Courts and the Free Federation.