Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"Lightbringer, the remaining demons of the Rock Dynasty Plane are numerous and complex, including the Eighth Legion. We are ready to support Lord Marvin at any time!"

Curtis gripped his battle axe, eager to wash away the shame he had suffered in the abyss, with a group of valiant Saint War Maidens behind him.

Lin frowned and turned back to look at the sky, awaiting the Holy Mother's decree. The holy beacon hovering above shone brightly, and a tall and beautiful light-forged deity appeared before the world in the form of motherhood. The enemy's struggle was within her expectations.

"Trying to cut off our retreat is not that simple."

The Holy Mother of Light murmured to herself, plucked a strand of her hair which transformed into a needle, and guided a golden ray of light into the cave.

The Templars were prepared and their injuries were not too serious, but the fault passage could not withstand such bombardment, especially since the Seed of Curse was buried in a weak point of the plane, its purpose being to trap them, cause the entire passage to fall into the void, and delay the offensive.

Hollymaia held the holy light and threaded it like a conductor directing a divine melody; golden rays swiftly darted through, mending the cracks in space.

Even after the explosion, the cave steps remained rugged and wrinkled, but large enough for the army to pass through slowly, and that was sufficient.

"continue!"

The Arbiter calmed his breathing, looked at the countless golden threads entwined around the rock layers, shouted praises to the Holy Light, and was the first to leap into the depths of darkness, plunging into the abyss.

"Gentlemen, their last hope has been shattered. The demons of the abyss will be destroyed today. All troops, launch an attack!"

Hollymaia spread her arms wide, one hand holding the divine fire of judgment, the other the lamp of holy light. The shrill radiant bird leaped off the Virgin Mary's shoulder and plunged into the deep rock, illuminating the path of light like a torch. The remaining guards did not hesitate any longer, and led by the Berserker Princess, they jumped into the cave.

954. The Test of Truth

"Army attack!"

When the evil schemes of the demon lord were ruthlessly exposed by the goddess, no conspiracy could stop the Templars from advancing. The fearless army in the deep cavern was protected by the Holy Mother's command.

In the abyss of the highest plane, a vortex appeared in the misty sky, and a point of light plummeted, stepping into the gloom of the wasteland.

The Arbiter raised the sacred flame and leaped down. Marvin was always the first legion commander to charge forward. Even a defeat could not shake his unwavering faith. The sacred flames wrapped around the cross sword were so intense that even the great demons circling around dared not be the first to rush forward and die.

More points of light pierced through the dark clouds and descended into the alternate dimension. The first vanguard to arrive was the Holy Light God Clan. They possessed strong light-forged elemental shells, each of them equivalent to a transcendent saint among mortals. They relied on the power of Holimaya's faith to survive, were utterly inhuman, and knew no fear.

Numerous sparks coalesced into a candle, igniting the wasteland west of the abyss, weaving a vast buffer network for those who followed, and constructing a temporary battlefield.

As the soldiers behind him jumped into the sinkhole one by one, the Judgement Envoy's expression grew increasingly tense. This was the most dangerous moment, because the bottomless abyss could only accommodate a limited number of troops, and the Holy Army could only pass through slowly. They had to hold this position!

Marvin was rational; he immediately took out three large magical shields from his spatial ring and set them up in front of him to guard against the forbidden spell bombardment that might come at any moment.

Buzz------!

As expected, three dark, demonic beams of light soon attacked from afar, converging into a wailing torrent that rushed straight towards the ball of light.

The Great Tomb of the Eight Pillar Demon Gods is an ancient and evil magic circle, and also the source of cursed power. At this moment, thousands of bone-faced liches gather around, chanting dark incantations and activating all their souls. Their destructive dark fluctuations can instantly vaporize saints.

This is why not a single demon stepped forward to stop the Templars. The Demon Lord also anticipated that destroying the Deep Rock Passage would not stop the Holy Mother of Light. Once they entered the main battlefield of the Abyss, what awaited the enemy was the curse of the Demon God.

The terrifying torrent arrived in an instant, accompanied by bursts of mournful howls. The Templars' souls trembled, and blood flowed from their seven orifices.

The Judgement Envoy, his scalp tingling, was the first to be struck by the demon god's curse. The demonic shield in his hand melted away rapidly, unable to withstand it for even a second. His protective holy flames also dimmed. Even with the Judgement Envoy's formidable strength, he could not hold out for long.

"Lin!"

Marvin cried out in pain, seeking help, but before he could retreat, one of his little fingers melted into the eerie wind, revealing his stark white bones. A dozen Holy Light Gods rushed to the aid of the Judgment God Envoy, but they met the same tragic end, their bodies exploding into fragments one after another.

The devout priestess on the surface felt her heart tremble as she heard the call. Her eyes shone with gentle light as she stared into the deep pit. Holy light seemed to cut through the darkness like a sharp blade, projecting her own elemental light and chasing after the burning fire feather.

"The forgetful traveler is no longer lost, the melancholy drummer has a change of heart, no one should abandon the name of their homeland, guided by the holy light!"

The Lightbringer held his staff horizontally, his red lips chanting a hymn. Riding on the Radiant Bird, a streak of fire shot into the abyss like a bullet from a divine firearm. At its fastest speed, the divine bird flapped its wings, stirring up golden waves that dispersed the dark clouds that had perpetually shrouded the abyss, and showered the wasteland with rain of hope.

"teacher!"

The valiant Saint War Maiden and her human soldiers were still halfway down their dive when they were invigorated by the bursts of fire that brushed past them. They immediately quickened their pace, especially the Ash War Maiden Yero, as this was the first time she had truly fought alongside Lin.

Boom!

The Divine Fire Gun roared and exploded, arriving just before the howling torrent swept across the battlefield. The Radiant Bird spread its enormous wings, and the dazzling divine fire enveloped the shockwave, colliding with the Demon God's Curse.

A blinding burst of light erupted across the night sky, visible to every citizen of the Abyss, and even the Holy Army was blinded. When the surroundings quieted down, the piercing wails had disappeared, and only a few sparks drifted in the sky.

Marvin's eyelids twitched slightly. The power of this torrent was so terrifying that it could actually kill the divine bird!

Above the ground, Holimaya's holy figure swayed. She frowned and sighed softly, summoning the Radiant Bird back from the altar. Each fall of the Radiant Bird would damage her immortal divine body.

However, the demon's resistance ended there. The demon would not have another chance to defeat the divine bird, because the wrath of the Father God had descended upon the mortal world. Holimaia was not alone; her ancient brother was an even more dangerous being.

The messenger of light, covered in dust and dirt, rose from the black earth. Her expensive and beautiful divine robes were tattered, revealing two smooth thighs. She coughed twice and erected a beacon of holy light in the center of the position to communicate with the goddess.

"Templars, heed my command!"

The divine messenger looked around and saw pairs of red dots appearing in the darkness—all greedy demonic eyes—and immediately stopped being stunned.

It will take some time before the Great Tomb accumulates the next demonic curse. Their mission is to hold out until the entire army is assembled and until the resurrected divine bird and the Holy Mother return to the battlefield.

"Kill them all"

From the darkness, a calm and languid demonic voice rang out, signaling the counterattack. The demons lurking in the wasteland roared as they charged toward tonight's feast.

As he rode his skeletal unicorn, Sion gazed at the distant light source, showing no interest in the cockroach-like, unkillable Marvin. He was more interested in confronting the extraordinary Holy Son, or perhaps the Holy Mother of Light, whom the Demon King had mentioned.

That wasn't arrogance, but loneliness. The Demon Lord wanted to see how far he was from the Pantheon, since the truth he had come to understand was to ignore it, and even the most distant chasm was just a thought.

It wasn't until a fully armed, roaring battle maiden descended from the sky that Sion finally took a serious look. Not all divine messengers are like the War Bear Beast King Pepe, who likes to flaunt their strength and can't wait to announce it to the world as soon as they've passed the path of advancement. But the Berserker Maiden is definitely one of the low-key powerhouses who is best at using violence to suppress violence.

Sion dares to say that Curtis is now also at the demigod level, but he doesn't know what truth she has captured. Of course, that's where the fun lies.

"Finally, something challenging..."

The arrival of the revolutionary army's reinforcements greatly boosted the Templars' confidence. They knew that the young and beautiful Holy War Maiden was no mere ornament; they had personally witnessed the powerful force of the human warriors as they stormed the capital of the Rock Dynasty. Neither the calamity beasts nor the Night Demon Lords had fallen to the Holy Maidens' defeat.

Ten pillars of lava fire rose out of nowhere in the wasteland, and ice balls as large as meteorites bombarded demons frequently. Yero and Panini stood on the magic carpet, commanding the elements and enjoying the rhythmic music played by Li Qingqiu, their cooperation harmonious.

The girls' playful scolding accompanied by magnificent spells, and the saintesses who had experienced the baptism of war made great progress on the dimensional battlefield, embarking one after another on the path of advancement to await the test of truth.

955. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

Yero breathed heavily, her chest heaving, her surging soul burning many to ashes. Her greatest strength was unleashing all her power at once to overwhelm the enemy with firepower. Her astonishing explosive power often disrupted the opponent's formation, creating a scorched battlefield. Of course, her weakness was also obvious: her respawn time was long.

"careful!"

A gasp suddenly came from below, and Yero felt a chill on her neck as a strand of fiery red hair fell from her earlobe.

clang!

The ensuing explosions caused Yero to slump onto her magic carpet, her eardrums throbbing with pain. To her horror, she discovered a dragon spear that had appeared out of nowhere, which was blocked by Curtis's giant axe and had narrowly escaped piercing her neck.

Panini and Li Qingqiu turned pale with fright and their breath caught in their throats. Although the expressionless man was tall and handsome, and could be called the dream lover of all young girls in love, he was also the nightmare of all magic-type classes, the Demon Lord!

"You really can see it."

Sion twitched the corners of his mouth, a barely perceptible smile that served as a sign of respect for the strong; his attention was not on the other saintesses at all.

"what?"

Curtis squinted, feeling the pressure mounting and his heart racing. He suppressed his furious fighting spirit beneath a calm expression. Sion had always been the most formidable enemy in the hearts of all the apostles, and no one was an exception.

“Ignoring... means having no distance; being unrestrained means being unfettered.”

Dragonlance twirled on Sion's fingertip, then gradually retreated. He patted his old friend's neck, jumped off his mount, and since Curtis wasn't a knight, it would be a one-on-one battle.

The invitation from the Demon Lord turned the other saintesses pale, and Panini cried out in despair, "Don't go!"

Curtis took a deep breath, unafraid, and nodded slightly. She could indeed see a glimmer of truth, which was why she could foresee the future and save Yero. She turned back and gave her companion a confident smile, stirring up a gray storm to distance the demon overlord from her allies. This was the limit of what she could do.

"Come, let me see your truth! Demigod... Curtis!"

Xi Weng treads on the air, leaping and darting about, appearing and disappearing with effortless ease. His dragon spear sparks in the air, and even the greatest distance seems to pass in an instant to him.

The judge witnessed this scene. He gritted his teeth and repelled a demon, but was powerless to do anything about it. He knew he would have no chance of winning if he were in the same situation again. Even though he was certain that Curtis would die, he could only pray in his heart that she could hold on a little longer.

"Enough with the nonsense!"

Berserker Princess bit her lip, her strong muscles taut and engorged with blood. Her explosive figure was enough to make most men feel ashamed and bow their heads. She hadn't told anyone this secret, but unfortunately, she couldn't hide it from Sion.

As the strongest of the twelve Saintesses, Curtis is exceptionally talented. The Soul Fusion Warrior has endowed her with terrifying speed and strength, making her flawless. However, she faces an unreasonable monster.

Sion pursed his lips and disappeared into thin air. Yero couldn't even see him raise his hand; she could only stare in horror at her sisters in the distance.

coming!

That eerie feeling returned, and Curtis's hairs stood on end. An uncontrollable fear erupted from the depths of her heart, and her powerful spirit transformed into a torrent of energy, forming a thick gray barrier that enveloped her, making her look like a turtle carrying a shell.

Curtis's eyes darted around, but he still couldn't find any trace of Sion. Sensing the ripples in space was extremely difficult for a combatant, so he could only rely on his keen intuition.

So, the Berserker Princess let out a long sigh and closed her eyes, which was undoubtedly the most risky move she could make.

In the darkness, Sion was also waiting. He wanted to see Curtis's truth, because this would not be his last battle with a demigod. Combat experience from another dimension was extremely valuable. Seeing that his opponent was still holding back, he grinned coldly.

hiss.......

At that moment, Curtis felt the sound of wind in her heart, sometimes near, sometimes far, sometimes light, sometimes heavy. Although no one else could perceive it, she did see a faint, blurry trajectory approaching, but not with her eyes.

Sion appeared in front of Curtis in an instant. The hard gray barrier was easily pierced by the dragon spear, which pointed its cold light at her heart.

"what!"

Curtis suddenly opened his eyes, roared angrily, and swung his giant axe once again, striking precisely at the tip of the spear.

This time, Curtis wasn't so lucky. The ghostly green light attached to the Dragon Lance Calamity didn't stop for a moment, shattering the sharp axe that had followed the Berserker Princess across countless battlefields.

Curtis seemed to have anticipated this, and did not expect to stop the demon overlord. She grasped the dragon spear, and a heavy wave immediately erupted from her palm. This sudden special power made Sion's arm tremble, and the dragon spear deviated from its course.

Curtis then twisted his body and kicked Sion in the chest, but Sion blocked it with his elbow.

At the two ends of the dragon spear, the two earthly ascendants were locked in a stalemate for a moment. Curtis seized the fleeting opportunity and launched a counterattack. The subtlety of the situation could probably only be understood by the undead Harrison and the Lion King Antonio.

Curtis's recklessness was always a struggle against reason. She suppressed the temptation to fight back and decisively chose to give up the fight. Before Sion could react, she released her bloodied hands and landed heavily on the ground, her feet sinking into the wasteland as she frantically absorbed the elements from this polluted land.

"Your power comes from the abyss."

Sion paused, frowned, and looked down at Curtis with a strange yet excited expression. She was indeed a formidable opponent worth looking forward to.

"You didn't expect this, did you? Truth doesn't only favor you. Now, the wasteland is no longer your ally. I will use it to crush the demons and wash away the shame of the Holy Alliance!"

Since armor and spirits are useless in the face of ignoring the truth, they are just a burden. Curtis tore off her precious breastplate, and her arm guards and leg wraps exploded under the force, leaving her only with a tightly bound white cloth covering her body. Her powerful female body, which was visually striking, was exposed to the holy light.

Suddenly, Sion burst into laughter, praising, "Brilliant! I thought only demons and orcs were worthy of such terrifying combat instincts. You have proven me wrong, human."