Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Curtis's confidence soared after her successful counterattack. The wounds on her hands healed rapidly. She remained calm as the power of the wasteland, imbued with dark energy, gathered in her palms. Despite losing her weapons, as long as her feet could still touch the earth, she could draw inexhaustible power from it. This was her truth: the earth was with her.

"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes."

Curtis murmured softly, his body merging with the wasteland, and the dust storm around him was shrouded in a dark crystalline hue.

As long as she survives a single blow, the Berserker Princess can return to the earth and continue fighting, making her arguably the strongest woman on earth, with the entire abyss serving as her powerful support.

At this moment, Sion is fighting against this wasteland. This kind of positional truth is like an iron wall, extremely powerful.

956. Compassion for all people

The spear of no distance clashed with the dust and grime of the wasteland, but the demon overlord's fighting spirit soared. His cold, lifeless body was unusually excited. He wasn't thinking about how to tear space apart to free Curtis from the wasteland and place her in the fault line, but rather how to completely destroy her defenses.

"This is interesting. Let me try... whether I can break through the abyss!"

The spear and the shield will eventually meet, until one side falls. The soldiers on the front lines have no time to pay attention to the fierce battles around them. The contraction of the Holy Light front has fully demonstrated that the Light God Clan is unable to resist the relentless demon army.

Perhaps it was the arrogance of the Holy Mother, or perhaps the Church of Light overlooked the importance of the higher plane, but these wasteland demons were several times stronger than in previous wars.

The restoration of the Abyss has a huge impact on the dimensional battlefield. As a habitat for dark creatures, the wasteland provides demons with the greatest possible protection. The interplay between light and darkness has disrupted the delicate balance in the opponent's home territory.

Templar warriors continued to leap from the sky into the deep caves to join the battle, but the speed at which the two sides replenished their forces was not on the same level. Under the leadership of the six golems and the demon chieftain, the Light Gods fell one by one.

"too slow!"

This speed clearly did not satisfy Serantia. The Demon King, who sat high on the throne of Demon Castle, crushed the spider demon's eyeball. Her graceful body transformed into a bolt of black lightning that streaked across the sky and struck the light barrier heavily.

The surging divine power spanned both ends of the higher plane, utterly malevolent, and the spirits of all the people of the abyss were invigorated.

"Well!"

The Lightbringer trembled and her face paled slightly. Her and Marvin's mission was to hold out until the Holy Mother descended, but no one knew what would happen then, or whether the eight-armed monster would reappear.

Serantia's personal command of the battle fueled the demons' momentum. A colossal scourge roared into the fray, crashing headlong into the holy light, its burning body creating a sliver of light for its companions. More demons then surged into the Holy Temple battlefield.

The splattered demon blood stained the Templars' armor black, and the wailing and screams were the eternal background music of the dimensional battlefield. The restless demon girls no longer hesitated. Julia led the vicious dragon riders to intercept the Deeprock reinforcements. Many Templars fell into the spider webs before they even landed and became bait for the dragons.

The Arbiter, trapped in the enemy lines, tried to defend, but the Holy Flame of the Cross Sword could not withstand the Demon's Curse. The blooming cursed flowers covered his feet like a cage, leaving him nowhere to hide. Strangely, the Red Lich, hidden in the mist, did not expend much power, as if it only wanted to restrain him.

"Come out and face me! You devil!"

Cynthia wasn't stupid; she secretly mocked Marvin's impotent rage, knowing she had to maintain her divine power before Serantia went all out.

The cursed demon girl surveyed the battlefield and inadvertently caught sight of Goethe, the commander of the Nightmare Army, fighting valiantly on the front lines. She muttered under her breath, "Fool."

The Demon King stood atop a demonic statue, gazing hesitantly at the golden void in the dark clouds above. After much deliberation, he nodded and finally released the uncontrollable spatial demon.

Two bone-faced liches stepped forward as ordered, untied the black chains binding the chariot, and dragged a white fleshy tumor from the dark pool, its writhing, wrinkled skin shimmering with demonic runes. After being freed from its restraints, it quickly cracked open.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

A chilling shriek suddenly echoed throughout the battlefield, sending shivers down one's spine. Lin felt a chill run down her neck and, before she could realize the danger, heard her subordinates' cries of alarm.

A demon girl suddenly appeared behind the Lightbringer, wielding two daggers. The demonic defensive barrier constructed by holy light did not hinder her strange spatial curse at all. The girl tilted her head, hooked her finger, and slit the throat of a high priest in front of all the Templars. She then disemboweled him and disappeared into the fault line, causing dozens of sword and weapon techniques to miss their mark.

The next second, Mei Ruo reappeared in the Revolutionary Army formation, twisted off the head of the Grand Knight officer, and threw it at Panini on the magic carpet with almost unstoppable speed.

The Instantaneous Demon God leaps through space without pause, reaping the battlefield like a madman. Wherever he goes, neither friend nor foe is spared. The blood of his own kind only drives Mei Ruo even more insane, making her far more terrifying than the Demon Overlord of the past!

"Stop delaying! I don't want to see Holimaa arrive at the battlefield with the Radiant Bird and still have a single living person here!"

The Demon King's roar was the supreme command of the abyss. The fearless demons surged forward even more frantically, trampling on each other's bodies to squeeze into the holy light curtain, forcing the Holy Temple soldiers to retreat continuously. They were no longer able to maintain their formation, and the golden rain grew weaker and weaker.

"Enough! Stop fighting, Holy Mother... Why does disaster await our faithful servants instead of salvation? Wasn't your coming meant to save us? Haven't we endured enough trials and tribulations?"

Lin, distraught, staggered backward amidst the worshippers' embrace. The inescapable sight of the blood-red and black hues lingered in her eyes, a scene reminiscent of the ancient battles described in the divine scriptures, where the victims were once again mortals.

A cruel demon, a sneering devil, screaming companions—the Lightbringer wanted to chant a spell, but couldn't think of a single syllable to save the innocent soldiers. In her eyes, demons were also living beings, and race should not be a reason for hatred.

Today, the Templars who once swore to defend life have become executioners who invade other people's homelands. They are no different from the demons of the past. Is it that mortals are unable to change their inherent evils and repeat the tragedy, or that the mastermind behind the scenes is manipulating divine authority time and time again in order to rise to power?

What good would it do to kill all the demons? Who would be next, a giant or an elf, until everyone in the mortal realms believed in the Holy Light?

Is this really the right thing to do?

When the first question mark appeared in his mind and knocked on his heart, the tide of his soul trembled uncontrollably. The messenger of light cried out in pain, covered his ears, and two drops of bloody tears silently flowed from his eyes.

The tide of war engulfed the helpless soldiers, the wailing curses of the Great Necropolis were poised to erupt, the holy light was about to be extinguished, and the revolutionary army and the Holy War Maidens' valiant resistance could not stop the tide of defeat.

"No!"

Lin opened her mouth and screamed, two bright red tear tracks on her cheeks shining with light, and as the blood dripped down, the wasteland turned into golden light.

In the darkness, someone dropped their staff, raised their hands high, and held up the pure holy fire.

Lin went against the flow of people toward the dark tide. The high priest beside her tried to stop her suicidal act, but was pushed away by a strange ripple and could not get close.

At that moment, the purple-haired woman became light itself, illuminating the battle formation without needing to ignite the elements, and bestowing daylight upon the land of eternal night.

The Lightbringer's eyes were no longer filled with confusion, but with boundless transcendence. Her faith remained steadfast, but she had already crossed the Temple of Holy Light and reached the Gate of Ascension, no longer subject to the control of the Holy Mother of Light.

This incredible scene also attracted the attention of the two demigods who were locked in fierce combat. Curtis and Sion looked back in shock, reaching out to block the blinding light. Both of them knew very well that it was the light of truth, and divine power was slowly flowing into Lin's mortal body, helping her slowly move towards immortality.

"No more begging! No more dependence! No more...praying!"

Lin held the light source in her hands and brought it to her heart. Barefoot, she bent her knees and knelt on the wasteland like a devout believer.

"Have compassion for all people!"

957. The Strongest Woman on Earth

"Have compassion for all people!"

The runic melody, a divine chant, spread across the battlefield, and Serantia immediately became alert and retreated, sensing a threat from Lyn.

However, the Lightbringer remained kneeling, and with just a glance, the dying demons and humans around him instantly came back to life, struggling to get up from the ground, their severed limbs healing completely under the light.

Lin snatched the lost souls back from the Grim Reaper's scythe. Hundreds of fallen soldiers rose in confusion. The demon soldiers and Templars who had once lost their lives lost all will to fight, wandering aimlessly, simply drawn by the light.

Buzz------Buzz-------

Lin's frail body isolated the battlefield, stopping the fight between the two sides. The gentle aura pushed everyone away without harming any demons. Even the raging and dull calamity beasts stopped their reckless advances and quietly squatted on the ground. They felt an indescribable warmth flowing through their hearts and unconsciously stopped their brutal attacks, seemingly forgetting the reason for their fighting.

Cynthia and Melanie were stunned, and Julia was even more incredulous; she had never seen such a quiet battlefield.

The Tranquil Force enveloped the wasteland, and even the dark creatures did not find it irritating, as if it were not the Holy Light, their natural enemy, but some kind of more natural and pure power.

Not only her companions, but also her enemies—has that woman gone mad?

"Damn it, another demigod! Kill her, Joanna!"

Serantia shouted angrily, but to no avail. Even some loyal soldiers could not cross the Truth Ripple to harm Lin. At the same time, the Blood Ring, which was swirling deep in the dark clouds, slowly descended. The Bloodthirsty Demon should not have appeared unless necessary; her curse was a deadly disaster for everyone.

Such disobedient behavior would inevitably incur the wrath of the Kingdom of the Dead. Two green flames flared up from the depths of Sion's eyes, as if driven by some divine decree. His killing intent surged, and he abandoned Curtis and headed straight for the Messenger of Light.

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In the Sunlit Palace, in the Evergreen Courtyard, the young Elf Queen, like the other powerful figures from all realms, was quietly observing this decisive war.

As Zinora looked up at the projected image in the air, she sensed the danger around her and couldn't help but feel tense, worried about her former mentor.

The chaotic era changed many people. The little elf had seen kind-hearted knights driven mad by war, and cold-blooded officers lay down their weapons. Her own transformation was the best proof of this.

Lin, however, was one of the few exceptions who did not waver. Like a ray of light, she illuminated the students' last line of defense. Regarding her beliefs, she remained steadfast to the end, even in a crazy era.

"You see, this is the consequence of breaking the gods' prohibition. Mortals are no less capable than the gods in listening to the truth."

The silver-haired witch lay lazily on the lawn, seemingly indifferent, but the Eye of Claudia allowed her to see more clearly than anyone else.

Hovering behind Nolan was an eight-winged archangel, tall and with a flawless face. Skadi had completely broken free from the shackles of time and no longer needed to become a child to regain her power. However, every feather on her enormous wings shimmered with chaotic energy, making her resemble a void raven. From head to toe, she had transformed into the shape of the Throne of Chaos.

"That's why they educate us, enslave us, and fear us, because they were once one of us too."

Skuld casually piled up her flowing white hair, her expression calm and indifferent, though her eyes, which shone with the light of truth, would occasionally reveal a hint of mischief.

"Blocking the path to advancement allows one to grasp the scepter of supreme godhood, but also shackles one to stagnation."

A small snake was wrapped around the witch's wrist. Hilde looked at the birdman who had arrived at the gate of ascension first, feeling somewhat unwilling. Fortunately, her old rival was not so lucky. The long life cycle of the ancient giants meant that they would move slowly.

Commander Maria frowned, her gaze never leaving the Demon Lord. She had no liking for demons, but the brutal actions of the Holy Light Mother since her descent into the world were also hard to condone. "Will the Holy Light win?"

"Do not."

Nolan's reply was just a single syllable, simple and straightforward. Before this, everyone believed that the Abyss was doomed to defeat, just like a thousand years ago, when the Night Mother was behind the Eight Pillar Demons, and the Holy Mother of Light represented the Father, the God of all gods.

"Who can stop Holimaa? Has the Eight Pillars grown even stronger in such a short time?"

Fernail still had time to stuff snacks into her mouth, but the taut muscle lines in her legs clearly showed that she cared a lot about Curtis, and their past relationship was probably not as simple as that of sisters.

Faced with the believer's foolish question, Nolan made a face and laughed loudly, "Who knows? Two goddesses who spied on fate are already dead, and the last one only dares to cower in her own doghouse. Anyway, they will all lose, and in the end, only I will win, only me forever!"

Chinara shook her head and smiled bitterly. Then she saw her beloved pause and say in a deep voice, "As for the key to this acrobatic performance, it lies with only two people."

"Old Master Xi?"

For once, Skadi was surprisingly clever, rubbing her hands together, seemingly eager to find the man who bore the title of the strongest in the world to test the strength of her own truth.

"Correct."

Nolan nodded, his gaze approving and encouraging, but the little angel couldn't come up with a second name.

The Seven Luminaries Saint Son or the Pope, it couldn't possibly be the Holy Mother of Light, could it? In short, apart from Fenruier, no one thought that the Berserker Princess could pass this test, and everyone shook their heads.

"It's Curtis."

Nolan gave a perplexing answer, leaving the others bewildered, but Fernail's eyes lit up.

At this moment, a woman of extraordinary courage burst forth from the earth, bringing with her the power of the entire wasteland to intercept the battlefield. With a single punch, she deflected the Dragon Spear's path to kill the Lightbringer, demonstrating her foresight once again.

The Berserker Princess relentlessly pursued the Demon Lord, clearly capturing his trajectory each time, and becoming increasingly adept at it. This forced Sion to reconsider his formidable, naked rival.

Chinara was greatly surprised; she hadn't even seen Sion. "How did she do that?"

"Some people are born warriors, while others are born idols. In this level of combat, even the judges are cannon fodder. Even Holimaa could only suppress Sion temporarily. If anyone on this battlefield can defeat Sion, it can only be Curtis. She is now the strongest woman on Earth."

Nolan seemed to be deep in thought, and his exaggerated evaluation instantly left everyone speechless. Putting aside Curtis's truth, the Radiant Bird and the Holy Mother of Light appeared in the Kingdom of Love and Wisdom with an overwhelming force against the Eight Pillars. Now the witch actually said that the Holy Mother of Light was no match for a mortal?!

"You think so highly of him?"

“It’s not that I’m optimistic about him, it’s that Roland is optimistic about him, it’s that the Ferryman is optimistic about him. His resurrection will definitely be meaningful and enough to affect the whole situation.”