Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The war was not over; a new round of competition had begun, and the faint flame in the darkness grew stronger with the addition of allies.

This thoroughly enraged the eight demon gods. The eight-armed demon statue crawled like a giant crab, each step detonating white bone spikes and leaving vicious traps. The demon god's withered body split open a bloody maw, directly swallowing a large number of children of light. The terrifying hissing sound of flesh being chewed echoed throughout the battlefield!

The holy light rekindled, and the demon overlord showed no mercy. The crimson light of the dragon spear flashed across the sky like lightning. Sion, filled with murderous intent, rode his evil spirit warhorse alone deep into the enemy ranks and intercepted Michel, whose face was pale. His goal was clear, but he didn't know how long his opponent could hold out this time.

Commander Michel was leading the Unicorn Knights, along with an eight-winged Seraphim with a dazzling halo above his head. He continuously hurled burning spears at the evil creatures, but they were all submerged by the blood ring domain of the Bloodthirsty Arm.

The rampant curse covers everything. Just getting close to the eight pillars will greatly weaken the Sorrowful Demon God, making it difficult to resist. This is the most troublesome problem. Even with the demigod body of the Archangel, they still dare not get close to the demon god. Most of them have never seen such an ancient evil god covered in curses!

Seeing this, Goethe also decisively commanded the Nightmare Army and the Fallen Army to abandon their pocket formation and join the frontal battlefield. The two sides stood on the boundary between dawn and dusk and fought fiercely, neither giving way to the other, with people falling every minute and every second.

"Call for backup?"

Nolan licked her intoxicating red lips, her cheeks flushed, and she felt a long-lost excitement. From this point on, every step of the Holy Mother of Light was within her expectations.

God said, "Let there be light," and that's where the story gets interesting...

"Void territory, rebellious entropy demon, break free of shackles, pay homage to the throne."

The witch stretched out her arms toward the endless void, the runes in her eyes reflecting in every turbulent current of the void. The entire starry sky began to tremble violently, and chaos marched forth, forcing even stars and divine fire to give way.

The stars dimmed, the sun and moon were obscured, and a black hole vortex slowly took shape, devouring the last glimmer of light and hope in the world, like a captivating demonic eye looking down on all living beings, visible from every corner of the world.

The Destroyer of All Realms once again unleashed the signs of chaos, sending forth surging torrents of foes to share in this brutal revelry. The Chaos Apostles are never sociable and their numbers are far fewer than the army of the Holy Light, but the madness in each of them is enough to influence the course of the battle.

Michelle rode her pristine white warhorse, constantly shifting her position in an attempt to escape Sion's dragon spear lock, when a familiar yet strange, violent howl suddenly echoed in her ears.

"Oops!"

A chill ran through Michelle, who screamed in alarm as a beam of black light tore through the spatial barrier and descended into the mortal realm, hurtling straight toward her at an astonishing speed.

The comet impact carried an aura of annihilation and intense killing intent. It was obvious that it was the madman who had been expelled from the Seraphim Council. Even the Demon Lord alone might not be able to handle it, let alone with the addition of an Entropy Demon. She gritted her teeth, bent down, and released her Soul Shield, preparing to withstand the attack, when a crimson light suddenly appeared beside her.

Sion appeared here alone, traversing the fault line, but did not take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack. The collapsing spatial singularity tore apart and annihilated the flames in an instant, and with a flick of his gun, he violently shook away the figure wrapped within it.

The purple comet shook the earth but missed its target. Sion tilted his chin and coldly stared at the burly man in the smoke and dust below, his voice calm.

"Mad dog, let someone else bite. This is my prey."

Michelle opened her mouth, cold sweat pouring down her back, wanting to retort but rendered speechless. If it weren't for Sion, she might already be dead, though the outcome would probably be the same, just delayed a little while...

"My hearing isn't very good, what did you just say?"

The Entropy of the Wasteland feigned listening, but Sion showed no intention of reiterating. The atmosphere in the arena was tense. At this moment, the Frost Giant entered the battlefield with a thunderous gait, and the cold wind stirred up the frozen air.

Both the bald clown and the savage arsonist are cold-blooded butchers. Everything they see is an enemy, whether it is a demon or a god. As the elegant gargoyle falls into the light curtain, he casually harvests the one who is ahead. Desolate snorts coldly, not having time to pay attention to this dead man. Comet launches straight towards the more powerful Archangel.

It's hard to describe the feelings of the Templars and the Skyfall Winged at this moment. Not long ago, they were allies in the Ark Resistance against the Dragon Tide. The beautiful and powerful witch had become a hero and idol in the hearts of the young people. Now, however, they were finally experiencing the despair of being enemies with the Throne of Chaos.

941. Divine Fire Gun

The poor angel girls and their beloved unicorns fell one after another. No unicorn knight could stop the desolation. He was also the first demigod among the six entropy demons to step onto the path of ascension. As the spokesperson for violent aesthetics, the fallen angel with broken wings, who lost his wings, was furious and might not stop until the end of the world.

"madman!"

Hollymaya clenched her fists, furious. All her attention was focused on the rampaging Eight Pillars, and she poured the power of the War Banner into suppressing the curse. She had no time to pay attention to the raging battlefield unleashed by the Entropy Demon.

The Lord of Chaos needs no reason to wreak havoc on all realms, and these greedy thugs have never had a true stance. They simply destroy all civilizations and order indiscriminately, watching helplessly as the world marches towards its doom in chaos!

This time, however, Nolan happened to be on the side of the Night Mother, attempting to destroy the perfect world created by the Father of Heaven...

The Six Paths of Entropy Demons wreaked havoc, devouring the Holy Light Army. Now, the key to the Holy Temple's turn of events lies in the hands of the Holy Mother of Light, and the Father's Valkyries have not disappointed their followers; the colossal golems retreat before the tiny figures.

Holimaia, wielding a battle flag and brandishing divine fire, her maternal armor gleaming, could not harm her pure body from the cursed flowers or the lightning of necrosis.

With a divine fire warhammer crashing to the ground, the golem wailed in agony as its wounds split open. One of its weak arms was the first to be pierced by the holy flames of judgment, hanging limply. Holy light continued to invade from the wound, pressing down on the resonance of the eight pillars of divine power.

The Sorrowful Demon God, having no host, could not exert its power and could only be powered by the Core of Truth. It immediately lost control and fell silent. The Curse of Weakness was immediately broken, and the Boundary of Light instantly increased by one point, encouraging the cheering army of light to advance.

The Eight Pillars struggled violently, finally breaking free from the Warhammer of Light. They rebuked the Holy Mother for once again forging holy flames into a decapitation axe, aiming it at the Blinking Arm, which posed the greatest threat to the Radiant Bird. This was not the first time she had fought the Eight Pillars; she knew the weaknesses of the ancient demon god and was even more aware of their differences.

Having experienced the last fierce battle between the gods, the White Demon God and the Black Demon God can no longer merge as perfectly as before, and the several demon goddess girls with different identities and statuses cannot work together!

"Dawn will eventually come, and the darkness will have nowhere to hide!"

Hollymaya's inspiring presence, her slender figure always standing at the forefront, confronting the massive body of the demon god, protecting believers from curses, and silently giving everyone confidence.

The golem suddenly lunged forward, its massive maw sprouting countless white bone fangs, directly biting through the pillar of light and shattering the battle axe. Despite being burned by the divine fire of the Radiant Bird, it crashed into the holy light veil!

Boom!

The runic light barrier shook, and a thick black lightning bolt struck down from above, successfully penetrating the defenses and entering the Holy Mother's armor, sending it flying.

"Well!"

Hollymaia's chest trembled slightly as she looked down at the cracks in her armor. Corrosive black lines had slowly crept up her fair neck through her towering breasts, but a divine power surged from the Holy Mother's eyes, suppressing the carbuncle. She frowned as she looked at the Blood Demon's arm hidden behind the golem, somewhat surprised.

The powerful Holy Mother of Light, the Demon King of the Abyss, had foreseen this. In the Night Mother's evil plan, Serantia was supposed to be the dominant figure, ruling over the demon gods. However, Nolan's willfulness caused the upheaval to occur ahead of schedule, and the Eight Pillars of Hands were full of flaws.

Hollymaya, a deformed and substandard product, should have been easily killed, but unexpectedly, the real threat to her was the bloodthirsty demon. The blood rings on the heads of the eight pillars provided a large part of the divine power protection, making it difficult to destroy the foundation of the demon statue.

As casualties mounted, the Blood Ring grew stronger, and the entire battlefield reeked of blood...

"The awakening of the Blood Demon should have been an accident, but to bring the truth to such an extent is commendable. Joanna, I remember that's her name, right? What a pitiful child. Blame it on being born into the wrong bloodline. Let me grant you liberation!"

Holimaia, with a compassionate expression, raised her lantern and shield of light. Solemn holy flames formed wings of light behind her, and she leaped into the sky, looking down at the eight pillars, no longer underestimating them.

The colossal golem paced back and forth, its howls deafening. Eight different wills flowed within its body, sometimes going mad, sometimes weeping, yet never truly merging.

The Radiant Bird leaped from the shoulder of the Holy Mother of Light, swirling and burning, transforming into a shimmering weapon resembling a spear, which fell into Holimaya's hands. She gripped the long handle, rested it on her shoulder, aimed at the golem's giant arm, and filled it with divine power as if loading a bullet, causing the spear to radiate pure holy light and reveal six halos of blessing.

Deng!

The burning spear turned out to be a gun barrel. Hollymaia gently stroked the divine fire gun and pulled the trigger. Six layers of light instantly stacked up and advanced, ready to unleash the flames of truth.

A line of fire cleaved through space and pierced the cursed mist. The crimson turbine collapsed at the first touch, and the holy flames roared as they struck first, shooting towards the blood hand on the back with explosive firepower.

Before the colossal demon could react, it was pierced through, its body twisted in agony as it roared, its foul-smelling black blood gushing out from the burning hole, even forming waves that engulfed the battlefield.

With just one shot, the Bloodthirsty Demon was severely injured, its defensive blood ring gradually dimmed, and the golem, dragging its two severed arms, curled up and retreated.

Hollymaya had no intention of giving up so easily. Her slender fingers traced the gun barrel, infusing it with truth. She compressed her divine power once more, aimed at the golem, and fired a bullet of truth. The arm of necrosis raised its hand to block it, while the wildly dancing electric thorns were powerless to stop it.

"Roar!"

The golem swayed, its arm wounded again, as the Judgment Bullet pierced through the cursed hand and embedded itself in the withered torso, leaving large burn marks on the Dark Crystal Mountain.

This is the power of the Holy Mother of Light. Although she is the chief god, she enjoys the unique favor of the Heavenly Father. She is served by the Radiant Bird and adorned with divine armor. She completely suppresses the Son of Darkness. The beloved messenger is dumbfounded. For a moment, he even feels that she is more powerful than the usurper false Triad.

"exile!"

Hollymaia opened her right hand, fingers pointing to the sky, to summon divine power. A beam of light extended into the starry sky, connecting with the divine court. The light quickly turned red and then ignited, radiating a blazing wreath that surrounded and bound the eight-armed demon. The divine fire shackles solidified!

"guilty!"

"guilty!"

"guilty!"

......

As darkness dissipated, the sky suddenly brightened, and the distant judgment of the Supreme Divine Court resounded, with all the gods agreeing and proclaiming divine punishment.

That strong beam of fire seemed to bind the demon's soul, its eight arms entangled and unable to move, drawing the golem's massive body toward the light source and dragging it toward the Divine Fire Court to be punished.

"Who said that?"

Nolan, who had been observing coldly, looked up and gave a cold glance. The black hole in the void suddenly contracted, and the pulling rift merged, cutting off the light and trapping the Court of Divine Fire outside the plane.

The divine fire went out, the shackles shattered, and the eight demonic statues landed heavily, panting heavily. The dark crystal slowly peeled off the divine body, as if it might collapse at any moment. Even if it could still fight, it was no match for the Holy Mother of Light.

HollyMaya's face paled, clearly hurt. She glared at the indifferent silver-haired girl and said angrily, "You're not really planning to do it yourself, are you? That would be incredibly derelict in your duty!"

942. The Corpse Collector

Do you think you deserve it?

"........"

Nolan smiled and asked in return, Holly Maya blushed immediately and dared not refute him. The distance between her and mortals was just as great as the distance between the Destroyer of All Realms and the Holy Mother of Light.

“You have to consider the owner before you beat a dog, let alone Ye Liliu’s most ‘beloved’ daughter. She is the most vengeful and wicked mother in the world.”

The witch's mockery caused Hollymaia's pupils to shrink slightly. Suddenly, she felt an immense pressure approaching. Looking up at the void, she saw a gray haze falling from the black hole at an extremely fast speed, as if the sky had collapsed.

"All troops retreat!"

Hollymaia, seeing something, revealed a look of terror on her proud face. Her divine body, forged from light, merged with the blazing sun and shot towards the mountaintop, escaping the gray curtain's coverage. The signs of chaos seemed to have brought something extraordinary.

Nolan raised an eyebrow, grinned coldly, and instantly understood the other party's intentions. She lifted her skirt and jumped off the golem, only to be caught by the frost giant's hand. Mirror Frost took a step out of the battlefield and jumped into the Saipan Fortress. The earthquake-like sound of her footsteps almost made Valentine fall over.

The gray curtain descended like a haze, pressing down on the sky and threatening the earth. The airship fleet of the Sunlit Royal Court crashed one after another. The laughing entropy demon was the first to suffer. The desolate and the archangel, who were locked in combat, were forced to separate. Michel also managed to escape the pursuit of the old man and retreated from the boundary between light and darkness with the unicorn knight.

"Run!"

The smog was oppressive, the sky seemed to collapse and the earth cracked. All the soldiers ignored the enemy in front of them. The roaring sounds in their ears were like a death knell urging them to run wildly into the distance. Only the arrogant Wasteland did not flee. His fist, carrying the flames of annihilation, struck the gray curtain with all his might. However, the powerful force returned to his body without being touched. It was as if he had hit a solid barrier. His right arm broke instantly, and his whole body was mercilessly crushed by the gray curtain.

Even demigods could not resist the overwhelming invasion, and the fate of the desolate entropy terrified others. The Six Paths Entropy Demon tore open a rift and escaped into the void while cursing.

The young female rider made a forbidden landing, urging her warhorse to gallop faster. Looking back, the gap left for them was getting narrower and narrower. If they didn't escape the gray curtain soon, they would probably be crushed to death.

boom!

The gray curtain fell like a meteorite, crashing to the ground with an astonishing force. Its coverage and destructive power were extremely exaggerated, far beyond what could be described by a legion-level forbidden spell, and even surpassing divine magic. Half of Saipan Fortress was crushed into powder.

The Demon Lord retreated into the dark storm, frowning as he looked down at the astonishing battle damage on the battlefield. When he came to his senses, he saw that none of the soldiers near the front line had survived; beneath the gray curtain, all life had vanished.

The elven mages of the Sunlit Royal Court, the unicorn knights of Trapped Sky Island, the demon brethren of the Abyss Armies, and the followers of the Temple of Light—many more couldn't escape the crushing gray curtain; their corpses were mostly reduced to minced meat...

With a single strike, no fewer than a million were killed or wounded. The abyss demons and the army of light suffered heavy losses, and the sudden, mysterious power seemed to be impartial to both sides.

The judge, standing on the edge of the gray curtain, was dumbfounded. He had escaped death once again, just one step away from perishing in it.

"Blessed Virgin Mary... My God!"

Marvin coughed, feeling a sharp pain even from the blast of air brushing against his chest. Looking closely, he saw that what was falling in front of him was not a tangible energy impact, but a huge beast claw covered in gray fur. Its hard skin faintly exuded a terrifying blood aura, and its powerful life force was overwhelming.

"Eternity!"

Hollymaia gritted her teeth, her face grim. She raised her hand to signal the Judgement God to lead the Lightbringer to retreat first. This expedition had suffered heavy losses and had to come to an end. Fortunately, the Abyss Demons were not having an easy time either.