Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"roar-------!"

The eight demon gods roared in defiance, their deafening roars causing the entire courtroom to shake.

What Nolan saw last time was merely the divine fire incarnation of the martyr judge. The true immortal divine body that appeared now was tall and robust, almost the same size as an adult dragon. Its magnificent body was covered in lava armor, obscuring its face. Upon closer inspection, one could see that the armor was covered with charred and distorted faces. Its artifacts were forged from the heads of countless ancient giants.

"Evil souls must be purified!"

The martyr judge stepped forward with his hands raised, and the burning warhammer used to pronounce judgment struck like a meteor, landing heavily on the golem's chest with a tremendous explosion.

The massive bodies of the Eight Pillars trembled violently from the blow, their decaying forms deeply dented, and divine fire engulfed their entire bodies. However, the demonic runes did not dim as a result; instead, they resisted fiercely, as if they had awakened ancient rage. Before falling into the abyss, the Eight Pillars were the Father God's most beloved children of light, while the Martyr Judge and the Sun Guardian had to take a backseat.

"Roar!"

Hollymaya did her best to restrain the eight pillars, waiting for the Divine Fire Court to burn the evil god to ashes, until a drop of black rain fell on her cheek. Her expression changed drastically, and she looked up abruptly. Black rain was falling from the sky again.

Mo Yong actually followed me here!

The martyr judge also realized that the dark will of the Mother Goddess was invading the divine realm. The undying flames attached to the temple gradually weakened under the black rain, and were no match for the boundless darkness.

"Little girl, do you think you can get rid of me like this?"

A melodious voice burst forth from Holimaya's heart, sending chills down her spine. That woman lurked in the darkness of all living beings, waiting for her chance to strike. Even Holimaya dared not claim to be pure and innocent.

"Mother, please don't continue down this wrong path!"

The lava warrior swung his warhammer, and fiery windmills swept across the sky, but the black rain grew heavier and heavier, and even the sky of the Supreme Divine Court wept for Ye Liliu!

"If I win, then you'll be the ones in the wrong. Will you be kneeling at my feet again, begging for forgiveness?"

"ridiculous!"

"It's laughable that you sit high on your divine throne, so self-righteous, guarding a non-existent code of the gods for an idiot. Go, my good child, kill this rebellious son! Ladies, your only enemy is the Holy Light, that is my promise."

The eight pillars roared to the sky, a sound of demonic laughter. The bad girls understood the wicked mother's tacit approval. In an instant, the demonic arm burst forth, punching the Radiant Bird away. They tore apart the shackles of divine fire and broke free from their cages. The golem crashed to the ground. At the same time, the tormented demon bathed in black rain also launched a counterattack.

"This is my heaven, my paradise, my divine realm! Even you cannot defy the laws of the gods. Confess, you devil!"

The martyr judge struck the altar again with his hammer, attempting to ignite the divine realm with divine fire, but in a flash, a strange figure appeared before him.

The creature was naked, unarmored, and even unarmed. It stood with its back to the judge, its tangled hair fluttering in the wind. Its powerful physique appeared small before the judge, but size is never the standard for judging divine power.

The martyr judge retreated alertly, his golden eyes narrowing as he caught a familiar scent of blood. The flames would only make the blood of the mad beast boil endlessly.

"It's you! How did you get back?! Isn't the Lord of Chaos...?"

In the eyes of the eternal, there were no rivals. He loosened his joints, grinned maliciously, and crushed the spiked shackles on his ankles. After all, this was also the God's order, and he had to carry it out properly.

boom!

Wan Gu's body swayed, and with one kick he shattered the surface of the divine realm. Before the martyr judge could even see the smile on his face, he was sent flying, crashing into the pillars of the hall. The giant spirit face on his left shoulder was mostly shattered. Even a divine artifact was nothing more than this under the claws of an ancient god.

The ancient giant's body remains one of the hardest things in the world. Wan Gu rubbed his bloodstained fingers, roared in fury, and his earth-shattering roar instantly expanded his immortal divine body into a divine beast comparable to the eight pillars.

With a white face and scorpion tail, fangs and hooves, the giant beast's back was raised high, resembling both a wild boar and a saber-toothed tiger. Its single eye emitted a stagnant, scarlet light, locking onto the martyr judge!

"You damned beast! I'll roast you into a meat patty and send you back to hell!"

The martyred judge shook his head, rose angrily, and countless pillars of divine fire rose from his feet. The eternal speed was even faster. He leaped and flipped, going against the enemy and moving against the temple. He smashed through more than a dozen pillars of fire in succession. However, his figure was getting closer and closer to the altar of the court as he retreated. The scene was extremely strange.

"Go away!"

The martyr judge's eyes blazed with divine fire, and sparks burst from the back of the Dragon Spine Warhammer propelled it forward, slamming it hard into the belly of the Eternal Beast God. It felt no pain, but was instead lifted up and knocked to the ground by the giant fangs.

The behemoth, engulfed in flames, remained oblivious to being consumed by divine fire. It charged wildly, carrying the martyr judge, smashing through large sections of the temple walls. Its blood-red fangs flashed with runes, and it didn't stop there, even attempting to pierce through the lava giant's armor!

The martyr judge was forced to release the dragon hammer, gripped the giant tooth tightly with both hands to hold back the Eternal, and poured divine power into his feet as he retreated, quickly stopping the giant beast's advance. As a supreme god, his power was not to be underestimated.

Wan Gu did not continue to entangle. As the giant beast breathed, boiling divine blood spread around, the fat body of the white boar melted and twisted, turning into a writhing python. It climbed up the arm, attached itself to the waist and abdomen of the martyr judge, wrapped around him, tightened its grip on his sternum, and finally opened its blood-red maw to bite his neck!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The martyr judge spun around in agony, leaped high into the air, and crashed to the ground. The ancient scales stood upright like bone spurs, piercing his armor and taking root in his body. No matter how hard he pounded the giant python, he could not break free. The immortal divine body of the Purgatory Disciple was extremely tough.

Before this, the Night Mother's pet had almost fooled everyone, including the original God Lord and the Heavenly Father. The ruler of the Divine Fire obviously did not expect to fight against this madman. He was completely unprepared for the barbaric truth of the Chaos Realm. The execution ground originally prepared for the Eight Pillars unknowingly became his own graveyard.

On the other side, Holima was also struggling to hold on. Ye Liliu was just playing with black silk in the dark, and the ancient demon god punched and kicked her like a marionette, as if mocking her overestimation of her strength. The power of the cursed fist grew stronger and stronger, and even the Holy Temple army was repelled by the demon army and forced into the depths of the Divine Fire Hall.

961. Infinite Space

On the edge of the wasteland, only two demigods were not shrouded by the Court of Divine Fire. Their souls and bodies lingered in a mysterious situation, a contest that could be described as standing outside the gates of ascension, witnessing each other's sublimation of truth.

Sion glanced at the skeletal unicorn whimpering listlessly, rubbed the tip of his dragon spear with his fingers, and took a short rest. He had captured the gift of divine power, but he was still in the exploratory stage of mastering the divine essence.

"Few women can go this far in the path of martial arts, which is admirable. It would be great to have such an opponent to correct my truth."

At this point, Sion couldn't help but think of another terrifying woman. The disastrous defeat on the night of prophecy had taken the life of the Demon Lord, so he desperately wanted to face the Moonlit Hunter again in perfect form.

The Berserker Princess lowered her head slightly, also setting aside her own stance to express her recognition of one of the strongest warriors in the world. The arrival of the Divine Fire Court in the Abyss completely eliminated her worries. Now she has only one goal, which is to defeat the strongest enemy in history, and her fighting spirit is rising.

"A demon's praise will not make me feel honored. Or are you afraid that you can only pass by stepping over my dead body!"

After a moment of silence, Xi Weng calmly ignored the mockery and said, "I will. They will die inside, and so will you. If it weren't for the Demon King's orders, I would have liked to give you more time to perfect the missing parts of the truth. Unfortunately, you will never have that chance."

Curtis sneered. From childhood to adulthood, she had seen many men who looked down on her, but she had defeated them all in the end. Similarly, she did not believe that anyone could leave the realm of truth of the Supreme God alive.

"I also regret that a man like you would be willing to be someone else's lackey, and for a lifetime at that. How pathetic and pathetic!"

"I don't blame you for not understanding. Some things are far more important than life and dignity, and are worth defending for a lifetime."

Sion sighed, bent down and raised his gun to his shoulder, his fist gripping the cannon hammer. This was a martial posture Curtis had never seen before, and he instantly became alert.

Thrantia may be a treacherous and cunning devil, but she is also a queen with an extremely evil charm. Both the six golems and Goth, the leader of the Nightmare, are willing to die for her, rather than coveting her insignificant beauty.

The loyal dog, who had come back from the dead, had forgotten how many years ago it was, the desolate battlefield, the stench of corpses, the unpalatable food, but there was no other choice but to survive.

A hungry wounded soldier and a emaciated orphan bump into each other in the darkness, like two ghouls; this is the first meeting between Sion and Serantia.

The Demon Lord never mentions the past to anyone, yet he never forgets it. Roland understands this, which is why they all died—not for their families, but for the greater cause buried deep in their hearts.

"I don't want to understand either."

The Berserker Princess took a deep breath, the power of the wasteland filling her entire body. Dark elements permeated her pure form, and countless dark crystal spikes grew on her skin, making her look more like a demon than a demon herself, almost indistinguishable from the evil creatures she hated most.

As long as she can win this war, then everything will be worthwhile, and she will never regret it!

"what!"

A roar echoed across the dark earth, and awaiting her was the taciturn Instant Killer!

hiss.......

Curtis's shout came to an abrupt halt. Clutching his throat and the bloody hole, he ducked to avoid another blurry mark. He was used to the sudden, excruciating pain; this was just the beginning. A patient hunter often has to test the waters countless times before revealing its most lethal fang.

The woman, seemingly driven mad, ran like a wild beast, dodging the impossible with incredible speed. Xi Weng paused in mid-air, his movements invisible to the naked eye, yet he had already secretly laid a trap, ready to expose his murderous intent at the slightest opening.

Waste nourishes the enemy. Curtis stands on the abyss, drawing upon the inexhaustible rich earth element. Her strong body, through repeated defeats and reshaping by Sion, takes the form of an immortal divine form. When she truly possesses godhood, all the lands of the world will tremble!

Spear against shield, dragon spear against deep rock—this battle was endlessly passive for Curtis, who could only clumsily chase after the Fault Hunter he could never get close to.

"go."

Sion squinted, making no move, but Curtis suddenly went limp, instinctively curling into a ball to activate the mark and prevent herself from losing her connection with the earth.

Rumble!

Four enormous dark crystal pillars immediately rose from the wasteland, intersecting and overlapping, like swaddling clothes welcoming their fallen master.

Just now, a green streak sliced ​​through the spatial barrier and severed Curtis's right Achilles tendon. Her intuition was very sharp, but Sion had already found the blind spot and verified it. The next encounter will be the time to determine the winner.

boom!

Schiele aimed his gun and finally moved; the Deep Rock Fortress shattered in response.

The dragon spear, like a paintbrush, imbued with the deathly power of the realm of the dead, streaks of green light flashed through the darkness, disregarding all reason and delivering the demon overlord to every corner of the battlefield with flawless attacks and surprise strikes.

Curtis, who had emerged from the stone wall, had also been repaired. Her eyes were blazing, her arms crossed over her chest. Ignoring the hundreds of terrifying wounds on her back and thighs, she stared straight ahead, her right hand slashing viciously at the air with its hideous claw.

Sure enough, Sion appeared there, as if he had handed himself over to Curtis. With a single palm like a knife, he cleanly pierced Sion's chest, yet there was not a trace of blood.

Finally seizing the opportunity to turn the tide of the battle, Curtis had no time to rejoice, because the man in front of him was sometimes near and sometimes far, sometimes large and sometimes small, and even the touch of his palm passing through his body seemed extremely unreal.

The swirling haze fueled the Wasteland Queen's charge, a desperate attempt to seize a slim chance of victory. Yet, the distance between them seemed to be infinitely close, yet also infinitely far apart, as if her own hand were piercing the other's chest!

The sense of incongruity that defied common sense made Curtis dizzy, not from visual intoxication or mental derangement, but from the fact that the length and height of space were being manipulated at will by the divine at this moment.

"Your journey ends here. As a farewell gift, I will pierce through the abyss along with it."

The ghostly light in Sion's lifeless eyes was replaced by the radiance of truth, shimmering with unique runes he had created. Mortal nature vanished, and a true god was born.

Raise your hand, raise your gun, and kill with a single blow!

The green streak was as fine as a hair, as fast as lightning, and almost imperceptible. It pierced through Curtis's heart and shattered the heavy plane into a single point.

Seconds later, the wasteland trembled, rocks shattered, and the humming earth sounded like the abyss howling. Even the origin of the supreme plane was damaged to some extent, affecting its foundation.

The dark crystal pillar collapsed with a crash, and Curtis fell to the ground, his limbs numb and gradually growing cold. His eyes, which had grown increasingly dim, still showed resentment until the very last moment.

"Did I lose...?"

Scenes from the past began to flash back into his mind, some glorious and some bumpy. Curtis has never regretted getting to this point, but he does have some regrets in his heart.

962. A corner of the map

The tenacious fighter fell backward, his body scattering among the falling sand and gravel, marking the end of this battle of the chosen ones.

Scenes from the past began to flash back into his mind, some glorious and some bumpy. Curtis has never regretted getting to this point, but he does have some regrets in his heart.

There were things she should have said and things she should have done, but she never did them because of her pride; otherwise, she wouldn't be all alone.

Does the Berserker Princess really not understand? Isn't she also a stubborn fool? In the beginning, she also firmly believed that His Highness the Holy Son was the savior she was willing to follow to the death, and was willing to break her sacred vow to carry out his will.

Death is not something to fear; Curtis is only afraid that one day he will lose his faith and become lost in the void.

Xi Weng mounted his horse, spear in hand, and looked at a wisp of divine fire that lit up the starry sky. That was the direction from which he communicated with the gods. The dragon spear was wrapped in eerie light, breaking through the surface with a single point, folding and compressing the space.

The newly ascended evil god was about to invade the divine realm and welcome the Lord of the Abyss when he suddenly turned around, his gaze filled with surprise.

"oh........?"

The strongest woman on Earth did not fall completely into the dust and mud at the end of the path to advancement, but floated in the wasteland. The original elemental mark between her brows gradually dissipated, replaced by the light of truth. The thick, deep rock ripples grew stronger, echoing the wasteland.