Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Before the Templars could even cheer, the dark storm before them suddenly expanded, and a gigantic arm emerged from the void rift. It was so enormous that a single finger could crush the capital city of Saipan. The arm was dark and composed of sharp dark crystals, with eerie blood-red runes etched into its skin like tattoos.

Frost Giant?

No, it was a pure darkness more brutal and evil than the Entropy Demon, the cursed embodiment of the Great Tomb, the Colossus of the Demon God!

"Eight... pillars!?"

The Book of Light does not provide a detailed account of the war of the gods, but such a terrifying image is unforgettable once seen. The Judge and the Messenger of Light trembled, their eyes filled with disbelief, as if they were witnessing the apocalyptic chapter described in the Book of Light.

938. The Hell Scroll

Who could have imagined that the eight demon gods that the entire Lawful Order of Light defeated a thousand years ago would reappear before the world's eyes? The Void Rift not only brought the Abyss Army, but also sent an ancient evil god to the battlefield.

The golem's giant arm awaited the moment when the Radiant Bird descended. The massive hand that reached out from the dark clouds seized the soaring divine bird. The stone statue's three toes gripped the ball of fire, its evil body completely ignoring the scorching divine fire. The immense pressure forced the Radiant Bird to scream incessantly, emitting painful cries.

Boom!

The demonic claws gripped the divine fire, shaking the earth and pinning the Radiant Bird to the ground. At the same time, the curse runes engraved on the giant arm shone brightly, symbolizing the destructive power of the Instant Demon God invading the sphere of light, attempting to break through the divine fire's defenses.

With a sharp cry, the falling sun exploded with a deafening roar, and a blinding light made everyone unable to open their eyes. The blazing divine fire broke apart into hundreds of fiery feathers that scattered and escaped the clutches of evil, before coalescing into a divine bird that fled back into the sky.

"Roar!"

Another giant spider demon arm, covered in ferocious eyeballs, emerged from the crack and slapped at the divine fire. The runic energy was clearly much stronger, but unfortunately, the divine bird was already on alert and failed to seize the day of wandering again.

The opportunity to kill the Radiant Bird was fleeting. A roar of resentment came from the depths of the dark storm. Compared to others, the power of the Instant Demon God was still too weak, giving the Radiant Bird an opportunity.

The spider demon's giant arm punched away its other hand in a fit of rage, seemingly cursing its incompetence. The Instant Demon God retaliated, its demonic claw violently piercing one of the giant arm's eyeballs, causing black blood to splatter.

The master of the Great Tomb returned to the mortal world, spreading darkness across humanity. The roaring demons frantically worshipped the giant arm of the golem, paying it no heed.

The Holy Temple side also recovered from their initial shock, reorganized their forces, and retreated to the sunlit border. The Judgement Messenger's expression was uncertain, as he had already noticed the strangeness of the new evil ancient god, which might be the opportunity for the Holy Light to turn the tide.

The wills of the demon gods within the eight pillars of the body are not in agreement, and the divine cores within them are clearly fighting amongst themselves, preventing the demon statues from exerting their full power. Each demon girl is trying to seize control, and they are wary and suspicious of each other.

Even so, the power of the Eight Pillar Demon Gods remains undeniable. The Instant Prison Claw and the Spider Demon Giant Arm stand firmly on the ground, dragging their bodies away from the rift bit by bit. The scale of the dark storm gradually expands, leading the frenzied demons to erode the holy light domain. The boundary line between the light and darkness at the fingertips advances towards the Holy Temple formation!

Demons have descended upon the world, unleashing chaos and turning the Saipan war zone into a living hell. The corpses of the fallen have become fresh bait for the demons, and the blood-stained red earth is littered with skeletons. More monsters are breaking out of the rifts to join the battle.

The Beloved Goddess bit her lip, summoned her remaining subordinates, and retreated into the fortress. The war that followed was no longer theirs. Whoever won or lost had nothing to do with the Temple of Love and Wisdom. Just as the Goddess of Love had said, even if she lost, the Holy Temple would not win.

With its arms propelling it as it struggled and crawled, the Eight Pillar Demon Gods finally emerged from the rift, appearing before everyone in their complete form.

The Roaring Golem had no head, only eight twisted and swaying dark crystal arms shackled with broken chains. Its thick body resembled a withered tree trunk, and with each movement, its roots would pour out enormous amounts of dark energy from the bottom. The dense wrinkles on its body constantly spewed out cursed miasma, obscuring the sun.

"My God... how can such an evil monster exist in the world...?"

The Lightbringer's mouth was dry, his lips barely moving as he struggled to guide the bewildered believers. So unclean, so filthy, the Eight Pillars were the first Dark Child in the Supreme Divine Court to fall and become a disciple of the Night Mother. Their purpose in being born was to drag the entire world into the abyss of sin and bathe it in curse.

The eight-armed golem waved its giant hand, unleashing countless black electric thorns that spread the power of necrosis in all directions, even turning the golden rain of light black, devouring the flesh and blood of the living.

The agonizing cries of the survivors were the demon's favorite delicacy; the curse spread everywhere, and the Light Front fell one after another.

Some people were entangled by the creeping gray mist, their bodies instantly weakened and withered; others fell into spider webs, their mouths and noses spewing out foul-smelling mosquitoes and flies. The cursed flowers, nourished by corpses, grew vigorously and bloomed all over the divine paradise.

At the same time, sharp white bones burst from the ground, fully inheriting the ugly appearance of the fallen. Large amounts of blood were drained from the living bodies, weaving into waterfalls that flew into the sky. Crimson vortexes, like an evil blood ring, hovered above the golem's head, resisting the divine fire's brilliance and confronting the divine bird's fierce feathers.

The devil cursed the mortal world, bestowing endless despair upon humankind; this is the hellish scroll the witch presented to the Heavenly Father...

"Monster! Monster! Run!"

The darkness was boundless and indescribable, and an indescribable fear permeated the battlefield. The saints who believed in the light could only watch helplessly as their comrades were slaughtered by demons one by one. When even the most resolute Templars were consumed by fear, faith was no longer a solid shield. The soldiers fled in a frenzy, and the rout became unstoppable.

"Come back! You cowards! The Holy Light will grant us strength, the Divine Fire will purify all evil, and the great Holy Mother of Light will never abandon us!"

The Arbiter's eyes were bloodshot as he slashed at the air with his sword, chasing after the space-jumping demon. The violent holy flames he stirred up made even the spatial barrier tremble. His martial arts, honed to perfection, were exquisite, yet he couldn't even scratch the air.

Sion shook his head, picked up his gun, and walked away. He had lost interest in the defeated; the Eight Pillar Demons would eventually devour everyone.

The crazed demons began to hunt down all living beings on the plains. A monstrous beast charged toward the Judgement Messenger, but before it could get close, it was cleaved in two by a massive holy flame. This only intensified the demons' ferocity. Countless dark creatures surrounded the last glimmer of light, like a pack of hyenas that had smelled blood.

Even Valentine, standing on the opposite side deep within the fortress, felt her hands and feet turn cold upon seeing this scene. Gazing at the tiny figure above the demon's head, she began to doubt whether she had made the wrong choice. Could such a thing really be defeated by mortals?

No one noticed that a beautiful girl was sitting atop the head of the arrogant eight-armed golem. Nolan was hugging his knees and yawning boredly.

"Aren't you coming? You're not a coward like Anuba..."

Marvin fought valiantly, roaring to the sky, guarding the last line of the Holy Army alone. Finally, the Holy Light answered his call. A ray of light pierced through the dark clouds like a sword, erecting a curtain of holy light, quietly dispelling the storm of darkness, and restoring daylight to the world.

Lin's beautiful voice came from behind. The Lightbringer, who had exhausted all his strength, clenched his fists, interlaced his fingers, and floated in the air. His lifeless eyes stared at the blazing sun as he sang a hymn.

939. The Armed Mother of God

The divine bird suddenly descended, its blazing light receding, and transformed into a blind red sparrow, landing on the shoulder of a mysterious woman. The light blurred her figure, and no one noticed when she arrived, as if she had stepped out of the light.

Marvin's trembling arms steadied, his eyes grew brighter, he planted his sword in the ground, turned and knelt before the woman, tears welling in his eyes.

"roar------!"

The eight-armed golem roared and advanced, spreading curses, but the dark storm could not penetrate the light barrier. A wall of light blocked the demon army, and holy octagonal light spirit runes appeared in the air. Any demon that dared to cross the light barrier was turned to ashes.

The Beloved Goddess squinted, unable to make out the woman's true face. Strange spots of light blocked her vision. Valentine's heart raced as she recalled something: a similar bizarre scene had occurred on the day the Benevolent Goddess died in battle.

It's her..

That battle brought together the strongest fighting force of the Temple of Love and Wisdom, as well as the powerful allies of the Kingdom of Faith. They thought they would win easily, but this rebellion ended in utter defeat.

But even if it's a miracle that's come late, what's the use of it now? The divine kingdom is already full of filth.

The woman in the light looked around, her eyes filled with the despair and fear of the believers. Her expression was compassionate. She patted Lin's head and said, "You've already tried your best."

The messenger of light closed his eyes, a weary smile on his face, and fell into a deep sleep, nestled in the woman's arms. She looked at Marvin and nodded, her gaze approving, her maternal instincts overflowing.

"the same as you."

"But the Holy Army has already... I have failed your trust!"

The Judgement Messenger bowed his head in shame and indignation. He had no excuse for his defeat to the Demon Lord and should not have shamelessly relied on the power of the Lightbringer to continue living. However, the arduous mission still called him to continue, even though his army had been reduced to less than 10%.

“How could that be? Loyalty, courage, strength, selflessness—the fine qualities you possess are enough to make even the gods ashamed. I have always believed that you will not let me down, and it is my honor to be worshipped by such people.”

The woman smiled and touched her chest, her eyes filled with love and kindness, which warmed people's hearts. This moved the judge even more. He mustered his strength and drew his heavy sword, once again looking directly at the devil for the sake of the sublime goddess in his heart. The God's tolerance gave them the strength to move forward. In the face of true faith, death is nothing.

"Even if I'm left with only one soldier, I won't let a single demon pass through here!"

A halo of holy light erupted from the arbiter, exuding an extraordinary aura. However, compared to the vast darkness of the night, that light was still very weak, easily extinguished by a single finger from the eight pillars.

Why does the savior always appear at the last minute when everyone is on the verge of despair? Is it because all the handsome heroes on screen are portrayed this way, or is it that without a stage to turn the tide, this epic mythical war wouldn't be thrilling enough? Nolan prefers to go all out from the very beginning.

Thinking this, the witch clapped her hands to interrupt the impromptu performance. "Hiss... Still pretending? Just go through the motions. Everyone has already felt your efforts. It's about time you collapsed. Future generations of bards will sing your praises of your bravery, but only if someone can leave here alive and tell the truth to outsiders."

The woman in the light slowly turned her head, looking at the tiny black dot atop the hideous golem. Her gaze suddenly changed, becoming cold and mocking, the special pampering she had reserved for her believers vanished. The pride of judgment and the gift of light were her two masks of truth, and the Virgin Mary's face was ever-changing.

"Even if you don't speak, I won't treat you as mute, but I still prefer your original immortal divine body. It was so cute that I couldn't help but want to hold it in my arms forever. Now, this ugly appearance... only disgusts me!"

The woman stepped out of the light, revealing her eerie true form. The immortal divine body of the Holy Mother of Light descended to the mortal realm in its complete form. The left half of the immortal divine body was displayed as a graceful female figure, while the other half was an unstable light energy that appeared as a free and tangled state of interwoven liquid mist. Gentle holy light and blazing flames of judgment complemented each other.

The last two words, "Holy Mother of Light," were emphasized with particular force. This was the first time anyone had ever commented on a witch in this way. It was because all the gods who had seen the true face of the Night Mother were familiar with Nolan's appearance, and her hatred stemmed entirely from the Mother of the Gods!

The silver-haired girl smiled slightly, not surprised. She vaguely remembered that the two had a good relationship in the past. The loving mother really liked the high-ranking and respected boy. Now, recalling this difference in size, she felt a bit ambiguous and wicked. The Destroyer of All Realms certainly didn't mind lying in her arms and feeling her full maternal love.

“Being late is not a good habit, Holimaya. Please take a seat. You will not disappoint me like Anuba did.”

As Nolan's five fingers moved, more rifts opened in the sky above Saipan, void turbulence invaded the mortal realm, and ethereal tentacles cut through light, blocking the divine fire of the Supreme Court from shining into the mortal world. Her sweet voice clearly reached the Virgin Mary's ears, as if welcoming someone to her home and eagerly preparing for a meal.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Hollymaia bowed slowly, paying homage to the once supreme god-king; their differing stances destined them to fight this battle.

"bright!"

The Holy Mother of Light drew runes and proclaimed the truth; her clear divine voice echoed through hell. She stretched out her left hand and lifted an octagonal lamp from the light, the dim candlelight forming a divine shield of light on its side.

"ruling!"

The other half of the unstable, wandering divine power was much more volatile. The raging flames of judgment burned across the entire body of the Virgin Mary and solidified like amber, enveloping Holimaa's voluptuous body and forming an extremely dazzling and magnificent armor. Just standing there was enough to make the great demon's mind tremble.

"The Holy Mother's Armor, not bad, haven't seen it in a long time."

Nolan nodded in approval. The Father's Valkyrie has always been exceptionally powerful in battle, and the Father himself spared no effort, using the full power of the Pantheon to forge her battle helmet. With the help of the Radiant Bird and the blessing of the Holy Light artifact, no chief god could rival her. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her his own daughter. Such treatment is something that even a lackey of the God of War could not match.

The divine messenger mustered his courage, but the roaring eight-armed golem made Marvin hesitate. He glanced at the unconscious Lynn and pondered, "Holy Mother, the resurrected demon is far too powerful. Can we really shake it on our own? Perhaps we should gather the forces of Thunder Hunting Grounds and the Temple of Destiny..."

"Don't worry."

Holimaia stood tall and proud, a confident smile on her face. The only half of her face was gentle and kind, incredibly captivating. Compared to Asteria's exquisite beauty, Holimaia possessed a different kind of endearing charm.

"The eight pillars before they were shattered by the Father God were indeed very strong, unmatched by anyone in the Supreme Divine Court. It was the oldest among the first generation of gods and the one most favored by the Goddess Mother. But what stands before us now is just a demon god with a hollow appearance, a deformed product cobbled together haphazardly. It cannot even be called a Supreme God, so how can it be resurrected?"

940. Mad Dog

"Really? I think those bad girls would have a different opinion."

Nolan crouched down and stroked the colossus, then suddenly raised the Arm of Necrosis, gripping a thick, lightning-fast thorn that pierced straight into the light barrier!

Hollymaia looked on with disdain. The holy flames on her right side transformed into an arm as they burned. The red sparrow on her shoulder chirped and opened its beak, spitting out three beams of white-incandescent divine fire that fell between the Holy Mother's fingers. The three blades of judgment forged from divine fire flew out of her hand like flying knives. The divine power roared and collided in the air, instantly dissolving the power of the necrotic divine power.

The golem emitted a roaring buzzing sound from its body, becoming even more violent. Its eight arms, which supported its body, attacked in unison, causing the massive divine body to sway left and right, looking quite comical.

"Pushing an incomplete entity that it cannot even control onto the stage was your biggest mistake!"

Hollymaia sneered, raised her lantern and shield, and brandished the banner of divine fire, waving holy flames as she commanded the blazing sun on the horizon, "Who says we are alone and helpless? Look, the enemies of the children of darkness are not only the Holy Light!"

Battle flags fluttered, divine fire blazed across the void, and beams of light fell on both sides of the rift. Soul ripples from who-knows-where began to repair the spatial disorder caused by the witch. It seemed that the soul reserves were plentiful, and the mystic array was quite large.

The beloved divine messenger's eyes sharpened. Suddenly, a large group of unknown forces appeared in the distant sky. Only when they got closer did they realize that the beacon of the Seraphim Council was approaching. Pegasus galloping through the air carried a pure winged girl, neighing joyfully.

The unicorn cavalry of Skyfall Island arrived first, accompanied by bombing airships from the Sunlit Royal Court. The first wave of high elves supporting the Holy Temple was ordered to join the Holy Temple.

"Children of Light, follow me!"

Marvin's eyes widened, his fighting spirit rekindled as he charged into the enemy ranks. Hollymaya planted the banner of light into the earth. One, two, more warriors clad in holy flames emerged from the light behind her. Valentine was shocked to discover that their aura was completely different from that of mortals; they were actually the Holy Gods of the High Divine Court under the command of the Holy Mother of Light.

An army of holy light serving the Lord God!

The Holy Light Legion is not numerous, consisting only of a portion of the divine citizens who are loyal to the Heavenly Father. However, even the weakest lower-level gods are at least above the Holy Domain level, and ultimately cannot be resisted by ordinary soldiers. The disappearance of the gods' prohibition allows them to unleash their divine power to their heart's content in the mortal world!