Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

From this day forward, the world has lost a saintly maiden who served the gods. Curtis is no longer the Holy War Maiden of the Seven Luminaries Church's Twelve Hours, but the Goddess of the Earth. She no longer needs to obey anyone's orders; she... is her own god.

Sion nodded, dismounted again, and crouched beside Curtis with his spear in hand, waiting for her divine essence to merge into her immortal divine body. The damage caused by ignoring the principle was not light, and Curtis would need a considerable amount of time to absorb divine power.

"A second round... no problem, I'll wait for you."

The evil unicorn rubbed its front hooves and screeched furiously. Although it was now a monster from another world, just like its master, it still couldn't quite understand the other's thoughts. It wouldn't be so easy to kill a god later.

This scene was quite eerie in the darkness. The demon overlord, who had been murderous just moments before, suddenly transformed into a patient gentleman, quietly waiting for the earth's divine power to repair his immortal body, not allowing anyone to interfere. This caused the few demons who had not been involved in the Divine Fire Tribunal to wander around, not daring to approach.

The White Lich, lurking in the shadows, hesitated repeatedly but ultimately dared not test Sion's bottom line. Talion didn't care about Curtis's status in the Septim Church or her ambiguous relationship with the Chaos Throne; all he coveted was a living source of divine weapon material. This woman would become a powerful god sooner or later, but unfortunately, he had no chance to decipher her new runes.

It's unclear how much time passed, but Xi Weng remained motionless like a corpse, truly showing no concern that the Eight Pillar Demons would be defeated again.

The battlefield was a bloody mess, littered with countless corpses of demons and warriors of all races, yet there was still no movement from Curtis's side.

On the battlefield, blood-stained battle flags fluttered in the wind. The Templar who gripped them was already dead, his heart ripped from his chest, but at that moment, his fingers twitched.

Sion frowned and looked up, understanding what that meant. The messenger of the departed souls was approaching, and the evil spirit commander would not miss any opportunity to strengthen his army.

Looking to the side, a white figure descended from the deep cavern, landing lightly in the center of the battlefield, seemingly without any apparent purpose.

The man removed his cloak, revealing a sunlit face beneath his divine robes. It wasn't Roland who had arrived late, but Locke Ryan. He was supposed to stay in the capital of Yan Dynasty to rebuild the city hall portal, but for some reason, he had risked venturing deep into the front lines.

His Highness held the Seven Luminaries Divine Codex, elemental runes were engraved all over his divine robes, and his soul fluctuations were impenetrable. His long, slightly curled hair reached his waist, and he had not had time to groom it since the start of the Liberation War, making his handsome face even more androgynous.

Xi Weng gripped the dragon spear tightly, his gaze serious. Even though he could pierce the other's heart with a single strike, he didn't know why he subconsciously felt wary of this mysterious man.

Lockrean took two steps back, pointed at the disheveled woman amidst the floating rubble, and chuckled, "Hey, I'm her ally, okay? Why are you, the enemy, protecting her while being wary of me?"

"You're not a good person."

Schiele's intuition was sharp; he knew this man was different from others. He was neither human nor god, neither politician nor warrior.

"It's not your place to talk about me, God of Unforgiveness. Hmm, your name sounds rather intimidating. Congratulations on becoming a notorious evil god."

"Really? At least you're not afraid of me."

Sion wasn't as interested in His Highness the Holy Son as he was in the Pope who guarded Avalon, so he didn't delve into it. He simply dragged his spear up the hillside to try and figure out when the trial would end, since time passed differently in the divine realm and the mortal world.

"I'm not afraid of you because we're not enemies anymore, we might even be friends."

Lockray smiled eerily as he approached Curtis step by step, gently stroking her face, as if he had anticipated this outcome and that everything was within his plan.

"friend?"

Sion sneered, "Humans and demons can never be friends."

"Happy times are always so short. The honeymoon period between the Holy Alliance and the Temple of Light has come to an end. It was a pleasant cooperation. And here's some more good news for you: the Abyss will not perish today, but Huangyan Province is mine, and the Temple of Light will also become a part of the Seven Luminaries Kingdom."

Lockrean looked at the Lightforged soldiers scattered on the ground, curled his lip, his expression indifferent, and his regretful voice carried a hint of mockery as he also concluded the outcome of this war.

Sion squinted, his gun tip aimed at the arrogant Holy Son in a provocative manner, but before he could even fathom Lockrean's sinister intentions, he heard a deafening explosion in his ears.

Boom!

An ancient behemoth suddenly smashed through the spatial barrier, its blood-stained claws pressing down on the head of another giant as it shattered the walls of the divine realm. The two tore and rubbed against each other all the way back to the wasteland.

"roar-------!"

The red bear was engulfed in flames, its chest pounded with blood. The scorching divine fire could not be extinguished and only fueled its boiling ferocity. The crystallized divine power transformed into blood that continuously gushed from its skin, its power seemingly inexhaustible.

The Martyr Judge seemed to be on the defensive the whole time. His right hand, which was gripping the warhammer, was trembling. His powerful immortal body was covered with cracks of varying degrees. He finally managed to break free from the eons and staggered back, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

The raging giant bear roared and stood upright, giving the martyr judge no chance to breathe. It bent down and stomped down, transforming into a one-horned rhinoceros, charging forward in a bizarre manner!

The supreme truth has distorted the rules of the world. The divine fire cross rising beneath their feet is an unstoppable chariot. Eternity is rampaging in an incredible way, and the massive body of the martyr judge has nowhere to escape.

963. Exceptional Performance

The lava giant was pierced by the unicorn horn and lifted high into the air. In the blink of an eye, it saw the giant ape attack and shove it into the giant pit, pressing it down and smashing it wildly. The armor and artifact that had stood for thousands of years could no longer withstand the wild onslaught of the ages and shattered into pieces.

Sion's expression was solemn. He kept retreating, but it was still not enough. The battle between the two ancient gods had a wide-ranging impact, easily flattening mountains and distorting the landscape of the wasteland. He never expected that the contest between truths could be so brutal and primitive.

Curtis slept peacefully under Lockrean's protection. If one were to observe closely, one would find that neither the impact of the eternal force nor the dissipated embers of divine fire could penetrate the cradle woven from the divine tome in his hand.

"Tsk tsk tsk, if I were him, I'd rather die than lose face."

His Highness the Holy Son's taunts fully illustrate the Martyr Judge's awkward situation. His power and divine body are being suppressed unilaterally. Even if his body can withstand it, his soul cannot endure such torment. However, his abundant supreme divine power does not allow him to faint in order to escape this unprecedented humiliation since his birth.

The scariest thing is that it seems that Wan Gu doesn't just want to be a sycophant and teach his rebellious son a lesson on behalf of the Mother Goddess. I really want to kill this damned mad dog!

This shook the divine authority of the martyr judge, reminding him of the emotional fluctuations deep within his divinity that he should have rejected, emotions that only lowly mortals would fear.

"Ugh! Stop, stop... How dare you treat me like this? I am the wielder of divine law, the... spokesperson of the Father of Gods! Father God... save me!"

The lava giant's eyes were bloodshot, and all its roars were savagely blasted back into its throat by its fists. It was extremely frustrated. Its immortal body was deeply embedded in the rock layer. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before Wan Gu could smash through the abyss along with its toys.

Divine fire can burn away filth but cannot resist chaos. The struggle between light and darkness within the divine realm is equally fierce. Through the shattered fractures, one can clearly see the one-sided situation inside the court.

Dark whispers filled the sky above the Pantheon, everywhere shrouded in inky black silk. The Night Mother wantonly led her puppets to slaughter believers of light, and the once solemn and majestic ancient court was now stained red with blood.

The Holy Army and the Light God Clan have been suppressed by the Nightmare Commander. The few remaining high priests have fallen one after another in the Night Mother's Nightmare of Laughter, turning into bewildering puppets. The Divine Fire Court is also in disarray due to the loss of its master's divine power, gradually becoming blurred and on the verge of dissipating.

The Judgement Messenger, clutching his broken sword, fell into a pool of blood. His body grew cold as he was brutally murdered by the six demon statues. This time, no one prayed to the Almighty Lord for forgiveness.

The boundless darkness shattered the faith in light, and the scattered remnants lost their formation. This also caused the power of faith within the immortal body of the Holy Mother of Light to rapidly dissipate, leaving it dim and lifeless.

"The divine fire... has been extinguished, the holy light... is receding, no! It can't be! Father God himself promised that I would always have a place at the top of the Divine Court, how could this be?"

Hollymaya was terrified and had no choice but to drop the Banner of Light. She fired her Divine Fire Gun at the approaching ancient demon god, but the power of her power bullets was not as great as before. Even against the eight pillar golems strengthened by the Night Mother, she could only make them retreat briefly, leaving a tiny, insignificant charred hole.

"Without your mother, now even your father doesn't want you anymore. Someone has become an orphan."

A playful laugh echoed from the dark sky. She knew that man too well; even the most cherished possessions would be discarded the moment they lost their luster, just like she had once.

"Hahahaha, hee hee hee hee..."

The demon opened its blood-red maw and spat out curses, raising its eight arms to block the fiery feathers of the Radiant Bird. The piercing shrieks changed constantly, sometimes Julia's vicious roar, sometimes Mei Ruo's mad babbling.

A mournful mist crawls over the palace, necrosis lightning flashes menacingly, crimson blood rings and cursed flowers vie for bait, and the forest of bones spreads wildly. The eight seemingly united but actually divided divine beings are manipulated, twisted, and merged by Ye Liliu, returning to their original, hideous forms, becoming the most terrifying evil ancient gods in the world.

This is completely different from the triumphant holy war described by the Father God. Today should be the starting point for writing the new era of the Divine Light Codex. The blood of every demon is a glorious certificate for the Knights of the Holy Temple to ascend the path of ascension, bringing an indisputable victory to the Pantheon. The Holy Mother of Light is a pioneer standing before the monument of the new era. The heads of the eight pillars will be her supreme achievement in ascending to the highest god or even being on par with the God King!

However, what came into view at this moment was the prologue to hell. The dark divine power that had been rekindled from the ashes was beyond imagination. It was unknown how long it had been lurking in the shadows of the mortal world. Even the martyr judge was beaten powerless by the ancient beast god.

"Cough--------"

The golem suddenly stopped its rampage, its chest emitting a chilling roar as it looked up to the sky, only to find that it was missing an arm for no apparent reason.

Hollymaia's hands and feet turned ice-cold. By the time she realized it, it was too late. Her Instantaneous Arm pierced through the barrier of the Divine Realm of the Court and appeared out of thin air, pressing down with immense pressure. A huge shadow, carrying supreme power, enveloped the Holy Mother of Light's head.

The Divine Fire Cannon trembled and shrieked, burning fiercely, as if sensing a fearsome natural enemy. It spontaneously broke free from its master's hand and transformed into a firebird, unfurling a magnificent barrier.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt at all, it will be over soon, because I've tasted it too, and its name is betrayal."

The Night Mother's whispers suddenly echoed in her mind, Hollymaia's pupils contracted sharply, her long legs trembled uncontrollably, her spiritual defenses collapsed instantly, and the dark side spread infinitely.

"Where the light shines, it guides my spirit!"

Hollymaia turned around and tried to inscribe runes and cast divine spells to escape back to the Supreme Court and back to the Father, not even caring about the remaining gods and believers.

At the same time, the Radiant Bird also let out a mournful cry. The Instantaneous Demon God passed through the divine fire, ignored the barrier, grabbed the Radiant Bird's neck and twisted it hard. The struggling firebird exploded into sparks and returned to the Supreme Altar. The last glimmer of hope of the Temple of Light was also extinguished.

"A brilliant performance; for a clown performing on stage, it was an exceptional performance."

Even the indifferent bystanders in the void couldn't help but applaud and admire that such a wonderful toy could only unleash its full power in the hands of its true master. So what would the little devil who once loudly declared that he wanted to replace him do?

Ye Liliu had no intention of stopping Holimaa; in fact, he was looking forward to her fleeing in disarray, so that all the gods who had betrayed him would wait for his return in fear.

But someone did not want all of this to happen. At that moment, a beam of light severed the runes of light that Holimaa had constructed, interrupting the divine spell and cleaving her flawless, immortal body in two, cleanly and decisively.

Tick-tock.......

Golden blood imbued with divine power spilled onto the altar, and the holy armor shattered silently. A smooth, clean cut ran down her abdomen and across her left shoulder, exposing Holimaa's radiant divine core on her chest—a golden apple.

"you!?"

964. Weaving Night

Hollymaia staggered back in terror, her mind blank. She had not sensed any unusual divine power intrusion, and what shocked her was not that a mortal could break through a divine artifact and injure a chief god, but rather the familiar face that was faintly visible in front of her.

The fiery winds of the Divine Fire Court lifted the cloak of the uninvited guest, revealing her true form. Not only were Sion and Lockrean attracted, but the surging Ink Current also churned in response.

Silver hair, red eyes, a cold gaze, and a sharp, pretty face—she was nauseating.

Hollymaia did not recall the Chaos incarnation that descended to earth, because it was Asteria's prank that made Nolan deliberately descend into that cursed family!

The one who originally possessed this face was the Creator Goddess who ruled over the night. So, the identity of this familiar stranger is self-evident. She is more like a replica created by the Heavenly Father in memory of the Night Mother, a toy, a doll, so ridiculous.

But Hollymaia never imagined that she would perish at the hands of such a lowly bastard!

"You! It's you! How dare you!?"

Tess never wasted words, nor could she offer any explanations. Before any more filthy words could be uttered from Holimaa's twisted, furious face, she seized the divine status. The greatsword swiftly pierced through the Virgin Mary's heart, and the golden apple instantly liquefied and melted into the blade, as if it had been devoured. Such immense divine power of faith was completely consumed in an instant. With a wave of her right hand, she once again sliced ​​open the Court of Divine Fire and disappeared from everyone's sight.

That strange white blade had devoured countless divine essences and possessed countless truths. It could now cut through space, allowing Tess to come and go freely. Though it had no power, it was comparable to the gods.

Whoosh!

Holimaa's dazzling body gradually faded, and her divine power dissipated wildly, just like those traitors she despised, who were destined to fall. She helplessly reached out to the sky, trying to grasp something, but without her divine status, she could no longer maintain her severely damaged body. In the end, she lost her luster and shattered like glass, scattering on the ground.

"Father...God..."

Thus, Our Lady of Light was the first to fall, leaving the world with nothing more than her desperate face before death, no longer noble, no longer kind, no longer dazzling.

The vanished Hunter God Clan reappeared in the mortal world, and in a mere instant, they slew a chief god. Even Lockrean was somewhat shaken, his face grim.

"Roar!"

The eight demon gods roared furiously, enraged that their prey had been snatched away right before their eyes. Their giant fists pounded into the distraught believers of light, whose murmurs and prayers could no longer be answered.

With the brand fading, the Light God race ceased to exist. The Templars could no longer obtain power from the God, and the remaining soldiers lost all will to fight, howling in despair as they were gradually devoured by the demons.

The abrupt visitor did not linger, not daring to attract the attention of the monster with its keen sense of smell. However, the Beast God still turned back alertly, its fierce eyes flashing. It released the lava giant with its claws and was about to abandon its prey to chase after the heretic.

"No need. She must be left for that man to execute. I want to watch them kill each other with my own eyes."

Tess's interference did nothing to disturb Night God's enjoyment; on the contrary, it excited Dark Whispers. She had left the last toy of the Hunter God Clan so that her ex-husband could continue this clumsy charade and see who would survive to the end, Roland or Tess.

The ancient behemoth grinned savagely. Having received its lover's signal, it ignored the insect and focused more on its prey. It had never feared anyone in the battle of its pure, immortal divine body, not even the Tri-Phase and the Guardian of the Sun.