Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The Demon King took a deep breath, becoming wary. She wouldn't spit out the Huangyan Province she had swallowed. The alliance between the Obsidian Empire and the Holy Alliance was bound to threaten the expansion of the Abyss, making a direct confrontation inevitable.

However, that's all for the future. Right now, the Black Prince and His Highness the Holy Son have to focus on their current enemy and can't offer much help to the other side.

The roar of the legion and the melody of the wind strings wove together into a symphony, wild and awe-inspiring. The Dragon Heart Square was packed with imperial citizens, everyone craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the Seven Saintesses, known as War Maidens. Power and beauty have always been the Dark Empire's ideal aesthetic.

Suddenly, a gentle force came from behind, slowly pushing aside the people and opening a passage. Someone walked through the noisy crowd and went straight up the steps of the hall.

Silver hair...red eyes!?

Soon, someone recognized the witch. Although the girl looked like a human dwarf, she was not a straggling envoy of the alliance. The last time Nolan visited Dragonsleep Mountain City, Emperor Harrison promised her a special privilege.

No sooner had the Holy Alliance's envoys entered than three young and beautiful women followed them in menacingly. Two of them were powerful demons with a strong aura of darkness, making it hard not to be afraid.

923. Old Friend

The witch's appearance quickly caused a commotion, and the square and its surroundings erupted in cheers. Some people exclaimed and others screamed. For a moment, none of the palace guards dared to stop her. The dragon rider officer in charge of the ceremonial guard was also startled, fearing that someone would cause trouble on such an important occasion. He immediately disregarded discipline and flew to the Dragon Resting Palace to report to the minister.

Nolan had no intention of stopping them, or rather, she needed everyone to know she was coming. Every step she took forward was high-profile and ostentatious. The dragons on the high ground could not stop the three of them. The originally noisy Legion dragons also became eerily quiet. There was an authority that even the top of the food chain in the mortal world had to submit to.

The Imperial Square is filled with obsidian crystals, which are the heart of the Black Dragon from the creeping volcano. By climbing the Emperor's Stairs along the forbidden area of ​​the central courtyard, you can reach Dragon's Maw Fortress and overlook the entire Dark Empire.

The sky is the destination for every Nash giant, while the mountains are merely their stepping stones. The Dragon's Rest Palace is built against the cliffs, with a hundred steps leading straight to the depths of the tower. In this way, the girl stepped into the heart of the capital.

Besides the Black Prince's distinguished allies, three other guests arrived uninvited. The giant soldiers guarding the tower had received orders in advance and bowed their towering bodies to pay the highest respect to the visitors, watching the three walk towards the banquet hall.

Thrantia didn't like it here. Although the Nash giants weren't as exaggerated in size as the Velen giants, they were still descendants of the ancient giants. This meant that each step of the temple was much higher than that of ordinary buildings. Because of the divine power that blocked each step, she had to lift her legs or hop, which was very strenuous and looked ridiculous.

"Is it really okay to be so carefree? Your little lover and the Dragon's Homeland may have already been conquered by Mother."

"Without the Eight Pillars, how could she shoot down the sun?"

Nolan's laughter was intriguing, and his answer with another question mark was chilling. This time, it was the Red Lich's turn to be afraid that the talkative Dark Lord would anger the witch, and she kept gesturing for Thrantia to shut up.

The supreme game behind the Night Mother and the Destroyer of All Realms is beyond the comprehension of the Demon God Girl. As Chaos descends into the world and gradually delves deeper into this game, the most secretive three forces of the Supreme Divine Court are maintaining a delicate balance, a fact already revealed by the triangular scales of fate.

The beautiful goddess king is not a babysitter, and the Chaotic Throne is not a charity that takes in orphans. If she has to personally rescue people every time something "minor" happens, such miracles are too cheap, and such an apostle is too derelict in her duties.

At the end of the crystalline floor tiles is an obsidian door with a striking flame pattern, as if it has been scorched by dragon's breath. Through the door, one can sense the many guests in the banquet hall.

Two Holy Domain Dragon Riders bowed and then pushed open the tightly closed door. The oppressive silence in the hall immediately poured out, creating an unusual atmosphere tinged with awkwardness.

The dragon-fire chandelier illuminated the banquet hall, and everyone's eyes were drawn to the silver-haired girl's face the moment the doors opened. Whether old friends or strangers, she was the center of attention.

The Iron Emperor, seated atop the throne, remained solemn and calm, his true feelings unreadable. The ministers bowing before him displayed a variety of expressions. Four newly appointed dragon rider commanders stood guard at the four corners of the hall, clad in heavy armor and silent, once again commanding the legions of the former Black Princes to serve the new king. Only the vicious dragon riders who had not intervened in the struggle for the throne remained under Julia's command.

A strange mix of speculation and suspicion lingered in his mind, but he held back due to Caliban's authority. No one knew what Nolan was there for, whether he had deliberately chosen this time to cause trouble or had some other purpose; it was hard to say.

In a politician's mind, there are no coincidences in the world, especially since the witch has brought two terrifying demons with her. With just a flick of her finger, everyone's life is in danger. Does she think no one recognizes the alluring abyss demon king?

But one person knew it was all a coincidence, and was fully aware of the witch's situation. Lockrean smiled, his gentle gaze always fixed on the girl, regardless of whether she was in front of him.

His Highness, clad in a rainbow-colored divine robe and wearing a sacred crown, possessed a handsome face weathered by time. Once imbued with divinity, it became a poison to the hearts of many noblewomen and socialites of the empire, causing them to become intoxicated and swayed.

The alliance between the Holy Alliance and the Obsidian Empire signifies a common front for the next few hundred years. Unlike previous private verbal agreements, both sides were extremely formal and dared not slack off in the slightest. Many important figures who are rarely seen in normal times were present, and the scale of the banquet was comparable to the Dragon King's celebration.

At this moment, the Dragon Sleeping Hall atop the Heavenly Pillar was completely silent. Since Caliban didn't speak, no one dared to interrupt. Nolan glanced at the human camp and spotted many familiar figures, but couldn't find the adorable Blue Shield King. The Imperial Lords were seated on the left side at the Volcano Seat, while the Holy Alliance and other invited witnesses were seated on the right side at the Kings Seat.

It's clear that the imperial banquet was quite harmonious before the arrival of the witch was announced. However, the protagonist has quietly changed, even though the person in question has no connection to the covenant.

Caliban's gaze swept over Nolan and Serantia a few times before he suddenly stood up. All the guests followed suit and stood up. Once the Obsidian Emperor stood up, no one could sit down.

The Witch of Chaos and the Lord of the Abyss pose a great threat even if they are not hostile. Anyone would have reason to panic in the face of such unknown visitors, but Caliban is fearless and has courage commensurate with his strategy.

"All of my father's promises remain valid in Dragonsleep City, past, present, and future. Therefore, you will always be the most honored guest, Miss Nolan. However, perhaps next time you could inform my subordinates in advance."

After saying this, Caliban raised his glass to Nolan, and the Imperial Lord drank it down in return.

Despite his boundless admiration, Caliban no longer addressed Harrison as the Obsidian Emperor, for he was now the head of the empire. He could forgive the witch's uninvited offense once, but the next time was another matter entirely.

Nolan nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes half-asleep, seemingly not even listening. He simply said, "I'm just here to see an old friend. Please don't mind me."

As she spoke, the silver-haired girl, dressed only in a simple school uniform, strolled through the hall. How could anyone not notice her? Every move the witch made captivated the hearts of everyone present, like a black hole that could not be ignored. In comparison, their previous friendly conversation about future allies seemed less important.

Caliban stroked the stiff stubble on his chin, lost in thought. He assumed Nolan was referring to Lockrean beside him and began to reassess whether there was any ambiguous relationship between the two. But to his surprise, the girl abandoned her old friend on the right and went straight to the volcano seat on the left.

924. Sympathy

Nolan kicked a dragon rider officer aside and sat down next to the vicious dragon rider commander whom no one in the empire dared to provoke. The unfortunate giant was stunned for a moment and could only rub his buttocks and squat down to the side.

"........Eh?"

This scene stunned everyone, including Celimoni and Heloise. The Holy Alliance had a powerful lineup. Of the Revolutionary Army's Round Table leaders, only the Blue Shield King was absent. Half of the Twelve Holy War Maidens were present, most of whom were Nolan's old acquaintances. Yero was still waving in that direction, but Nolan seemed not to see her.

In contrast, Julia's face was extremely pale. She looked at the witch as if she had seen a ghost and remained silent. If it weren't for the many powerful people present, she probably would have run away long ago.

"Ah, I see."

Caliban, with his keen observation, quickly noticed this, and then, looking at the demon beside Nolan, he revealed a sinister smile.

Julia wisely avoided participating in the Ark battle, and Caliban and his cunning stepsister didn't have irreconcilable conflicts. However, having a ticking time bomb by one's side was always unsettling, and eventually, an excuse had to be found to eliminate the last potential competitor. Now it seems someone has come to help solve the problem.

The witch's arrival was just a minor incident. After a brief silence, the atmosphere at the banquet returned to its previous fervor thanks to the easing of tensions by His Highness the Holy Son and the Crimson Lotus King. Many lords were busy flattering and praising each other. Such a diplomatic occasion was indeed not suitable for Xiao Youli. The capable, beautiful, and valiant Crimson Lotus Empress was much more popular in the Obsidian Empire.

The emperor's banquet hall looked more like a heavenly forge, evoking only despair and struggle. The spiked chandeliers hanging from the dome resembled cannonballs, and the rough black stone crystal clusters served as seats for the guests. Even the obsidian throne at the top was dim, gloomy, and somewhat crude. It was hard to imagine that the five black princes had fought tooth and nail for it.

The style of the Dark Empire is always metal and dragon fire, completely detached from the aesthetic art pursued by the West, making people feel depressed when they are in it.

The monster ingredients displayed on the lava slabs are expensive and rare, and have not been processed or cooked much. These wild and bloody specialties still retain their nutrients and elements, making them very suitable for replenishing the soul. However, they are difficult for some refined ladies to swallow.

However, there was one person who was in even greater pain than the melancholy Panini. The vicious dragon knight commander remained silent, her trembling index finger revealing her extreme emotions. She was surrounded and had nowhere to escape. Although Serantia and Cynthia were not empowered by divine power, their icy killing intent was palpable all around them.

Julia has been spying on the Black Church and the Abyss of the Parasite Territory, and is no less aware of the current situation than other demon girls, which makes her even more desperate now.

The plan was undoubtedly successful. The God of Necrosis and the God of Curse were both severely injured. If it weren't for Eternal's interference, at least one of them would have been eliminated. Furthermore, the traps that Mother triggered one after another would have prevented the witch from escaping.

But Julia never expected that Nolan would abandon Wuji and Konghen and come here to find her!

Are you scared?

The silver-haired girl slowly picked up the wine glass in front of Julia and took a sip. The spider demon's lip print was still on it. The aggressive action terrified the evil demon god. She was now isolated and helpless. Caliban would never help her. In fact, he would be happy to see this.

"Being afraid is the right thing to do."

Nolan's eyes flashed, and a void chain emerged from under her skirt, piercing Julia's chest with lightning speed before disappearing, so fast that no one noticed.

Julia clutched her chest, gasping in pain. She felt as if her soul had been pierced, as if something had locked away the devil's divine essence. She struggled to look back, but only saw the cold smiles on Serantia and Cynthia's faces. Now they were both hostages, back to the same starting line.

Halfway through the feast, the various leaders and clan chiefs left their seats to find new partners. Everyone watched the dragon rider legion's aerial combat through the windows, and no one noticed the unusual, low-key guest.

In the Dragon Resting Hall, atop the Heavenly Pillar, the young Obsidian Emperor and His Highness the Holy Son, representing the will of the allied people, signed the covenant and exchanged rune marks under the watchful eyes of all their subjects. The alliance leaders, including several nobles, ascended the stage together and swore an oath to the ancient gods and the Seven Luminaries Goddess that the covenant was inviolable.

Amidst the cheers of the imperial people, the covenant took effect immediately. The deafening roar of the dragon echoed, and a brilliant rainbow pierced through the clouds, enveloping the Dragonsleep Volcano. The generous elemental miracle greatly pleased the imperial people, who offered their heartfelt praise to the Seven Luminaries Goddess.

Only after the tedious ceremony was over did the solemnly dressed Duke Red Lotus finally breathe a sigh of relief, as the revolutionary army's long journey could finally come to an end.

The grand ceremony was merely a formality, announcing to the world that a steel elemental warship had officially set sail for a new era of chaos. As for the specifics of the alliance, the Caliban and the Round Table had finalized them three months earlier.

The situation was not as smooth as it is now. There was controversy and opposition everywhere in the Obsidian Empire and the Holy Alliance, and the resistance was enormous. Fortunately, the half-elf and half-giant prince had won many battles and his strength and wisdom were convincing. He quickly gained the support of the people of the empire. In addition, he had the prestige that the military had accumulated over the years. After he rightfully inherited the Obsidian Throne, all doubts were quelled.

The Black Prince is now a thing of the past. The victorious commander of the Iron Dragon Riders immediately used an iron-fisted policy to eliminate dissidents. His former brothers and sisters' loyal subordinates were either secretly executed or fled abroad.

Lockrean's methods were equally decisive. The cold-bloodedness hidden beneath his gentle smile repeatedly shocked the Holy Maiden of the Church and the leaders of the Round Table. Although everyone understood that this was an inevitable path for the revolution, they inevitably felt somewhat estranged deep down. Archbishop Celimoni and Berserker Curtis, who were hidden behind the crowd, looked at Lockrean's tall figure with complicated expressions.

Did war change them, or is this simply human nature...?

Heloise didn't know, nor did she want to know. She touched her slightly protruding belly, smiled absentmindedly, and all she wanted was to create a bright future for her child.

At this moment, Caliban and Lockrean silently withdrew from the hall, leaving the commotion behind and seeking inner peace.

"I still prefer the sounds of battle on the battlefield."

"Feel the same."

Locke Ryan rubbed his temples, a rare look of weariness on his face. Despite the hard-won revolutionary achievements, fewer and fewer people were by his side. Perhaps the road to promotion was destined to be lonely.

Caliban took a deep breath and coughed violently. Blackflame Fortress was not a place for superhumans to stay. Living on the summit of Dragonsleep made him extremely uncomfortable, and he had to return to the mountain city to rest every now and then. However, he did not give up. One day he would catch up with that infinitely admired figure.

925. Hint

Since the witch wasn't there to cause trouble, Caliban and Lockrean were naturally relieved. This day was of great significance to both of them.

"If I may ask, the Seven Luminaries Goddess is not abstinent from desires, and is not the kind of cold and aloof deity?"

Lockrean raised an eyebrow, his expression strange, feeling offended. Some special gods do indeed regard lust as an obstacle to advancement and strictly forbid their followers from breaking the rules, but this certainly does not include the Seven Luminaries Goddess.

"I don't quite understand what you mean."

Caliban lowered his voice, his smile mysterious, "What I mean is, even His Highness the Holy Son can get married. You wouldn't remain unmarried for life like His Holiness the Pope, would you? A happy marriage would make our already strong friendship unbreakable."

"Oh?"

This time, Locke Ryan understood.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. It's good to relax occasionally. You know, there are quite a few outstanding ladies at the banquet who are eyeing you. You might even meet your destined partner here. I have a few good options. The most outstanding one is my adopted daughter. Her dragon bloodline has made her an excellent knight at a young age and she is about to become a saint. If you allow me, I will let her join the Seven Stars Church and be conferred the title of Prophet."

Caliban patted Lockrean on the shoulder, speaking earnestly, but Lockrean's expression became even stranger. Did they have to learn from Harrison even when it came to training a successor?

This translates to: Brother, come be my son!

"I certainly welcome devout believers, but as for other matters..."

Locke Ryan glanced instinctively into the banquet hall. Caliban knew who he was looking for, smiled knowingly, and stopped giving further hints.

“I understand, but targeting that guy is a bit too difficult. Young Master Byron and Mr. Rodriguez both failed. In a sense, she is more popular with girls than you handsome men.”

"Who can argue with that? But my relationship with her is much, much more complicated than you can imagine."

Lockrean curled his lips into a smile, his eyes filled with a morbid pleasure that Caliban couldn't quite understand; it all started with his prank.

"Alright, whatever you do, relax at Dragonsleep Volcano these days. If you have time, you can visit Berendy. Although she's not as outstanding as Miss Nolan, she has her own unique charm."

"I will."

The title of Obsidian Emperor granted Caliban supreme authority, but the corresponding burden was equally heavy, as the Dark Empire, without Harrison's protection, was no match for the Lion King Antonio.

Having bid farewell to the busy official duties of Caliban, His Highness the Holy Son was finally able to catch his breath. Lockrean chose a secluded path to explore the Sky Pillar and appreciate the unique scenery of the Dragon Sleep Volcano on his own.