Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Light receded, darkness reigned, and the ink-stained sky swept across all realms in an instant. All forces were shocked, unable to see the sun when they looked up, filled with inexplicable fear. It was clearly the Holy Temple that launched a powerful all-out attack on the Abyss, but the outcome was not like this.

The divine fire on the high altar suddenly dimmed and teetered on the brink of collapse. The Holy Mother of Light perished in an instant, and the Martyr Judge was also unable to withstand the eternal oppression. Fear drove him mad, and he lost his former majesty. The reason why he was revered by the gods was not because of his supreme power, but because of the eternal commandments of the Divine Fire Court that bound all realms. What the gods feared was nothing more than the shadow of the Heavenly Father.

Click click click!

The divine realm was overwhelmed and shattered. The burning sky was brutally torn apart by the hideous golems. The demon army returned to the abyss, and mournful laughter echoed across the wasteland, as if the end of the world had arrived.

But in Nolan's eyes, this was precisely the most joyful hymn of the Chaotic Era. She danced alone, holding the last seed of light in the world, her smile bewildered and infinitely intoxicated. The myth she had personally composed was about to reach its climax.

"Revelry, rampage, then destruction; chaos is the only order in the world, and the path to salvation lies in the void."

"No!"

The only thing that resonated with it was the lava giant's agonizing screams. The mad dog would boil to the very end, even if it burned to the last drop of blood. It tore at its own immortal divine body, tearing flesh from its thigh bone. Each bite weakened the divine power accumulated over thousands of years, causing excruciating pain.

"Alright, alright, I must admit, having such a good-for-nothing son is a disgrace to me. I'm sorry, I should have known that the idol he raised would be a sissy. Using you as an appetizer is a bit boring. Let me return to the top of the sky once again. It's your turn. You know you can't hide in the sun forever."

The night sighed lazily, its voice filled with disgust. Two streams of ink swept across the dark clouds, like graceful beauties stretching out their arms, or like swift knives cleaving through time and space. A golden staircase appeared in the void above the abyss, the only way for mortals to reach the supreme divine court, a chasm that demigods could only look at from afar but could not touch.

"The Road to Promotion".

Lockrean's smile had already frozen. He guessed what Ye Liliu was going to do, but he wasn't ready, nor was the mortal world. But when had they ever faced a challenge with full confidence? Recklessness wasn't just the Chaos Lord's specialty.

"The extreme of light, the end of darkness, the trace of emptiness, the array of the earth, the mournful flames, the whispering wind, the melodious water."

The Holy Son felt a chill run down his spine. He shook the Elemental Codex and opened its cradle, and a materialized seven-colored divine domain enveloped the revolutionary army. He ordered the Holy War Maiden to aid the retreating wounded.

If necessary, Lockrean would even have to summon the true form of the High God Court and expend divine power to escape the night, but that would be cheating, and the witch who was holding onto the bet would certainly no longer conceal her true face and force him to fulfill his promise.

"open."

Endless strands of black hair surged towards the sky, covering the path of advancement. A simple black rune was poured onto it, and the golden barrier at the top of the stairs trembled and roared, as the long-sealed gate slowly opened.

Both demons and humans ceased their battle at that moment. For the first time, they discovered that the sky was merely a barrier blocking the view of mortals, and that beyond the void lay not only the void but also the heavens.

Beyond the light lies the Supreme Divine Court, the Father of Gods, the God of all Gods, and its kingdom.

965. Yes and no

The first demonic pioneer paused for a moment, then leaped onto the black silk-wrapped steps. He climbed upwards step by step, encountering no further resistance, and began to run, towards the extreme of the sky, towards the truth within reach, as if guided by some force, running wildly in a mad frenzy.

Demons, humans, elves, dwarves, and many more followed those with dark eyes, following the dark whispers deep within their hearts. Incredibly, this staircase led from the mortal world to the divine court, and everyone could see it and touch it.

The Night Mother opened the door to the Supreme Divine Court, which was now completely connected to the mortal realms. There was no suppression of divine power or shackles of authority. Even a child could join in with light steps, as if they could possess the power of gods and be immortal as long as they passed through that gate!

"Don't go!"

Lockrean's divine cry and the light of the elements awakened the dazed Panini, who, in a state of unconsciousness, drove the magic carpet toward the stairs.

Astetaya knew that it was a deceptive promise from the Night Mother, and that even if she crossed it, nothing would change the fact that there was more than just that one gate between mortals and gods.

Nolan knew, Zhang Tiange knew, Sion knew, and Curtis knew, but few could remain sober at this moment, unaffected by the pull and temptation of the black hair. Countless people surged toward the shortcut to advancement, abandoning their past stances and marching toward the Supreme God Court with the demon army.

"Get out of here! You bunch of lunatics! If you awaken our brother and Father, we'll all die!"

The martyr judge looked horrified. Taking this opportunity, he mustered his divine power, kicked away the mocking Eternal, broke free from the demon's clutches, swung his warhammer to blast open space, and rushed toward the other side of the sky. He seemed to fear his brother and father more than the beast god who was right in front of him.

The rebellious beast was in no hurry. Its massive body twisted and turned back into a burly human form. It walked through the void, leisurely chasing the trail of divine fire, toying with its dying prey.

At this moment, Ye Liliu no longer cared about her stubborn and rebellious son. Ink flowed like a spring and sprayed into the sky. A beam of black light fell on the empty wasteland and transformed into a delicate human figure. It was an exquisitely beautiful girl who could make anyone fall in love with her.

"Finally... I'm back. Do you know how long I've waited for this day?"

Ye Liliu's hands were covered in blood, and her eyes were glazed over, which made Xi Weng's hair stand on end. Was this the woman, no, she was a goddess, the one who was manipulating this game?

The erasure of the faith in light seems to be just the prelude to the Night Mother's evil conspiracy. Her true ambition is to reach the top of the sky. She returns with billions of followers and a dark storm, attempting to rewrite the divine history of the chaotic era.

The six demon statues, the four leaders, and the Nightmare Commander all followed the eight demon gods in their counterattack against the Supreme God Court. They were the remnants of the abyss, the underground walkers despised by the world. A thousand years of suffering had long since made the demons terminally ill, and they were fearless even when challenging the gods.

More and more mortals embark on the path of advancement, joining the Dark Night Army either by force or by obedience. The boundless darkness is unprecedentedly vast, gathering almost half of the world's fighting power.

The Demon Lord was one of the few remaining Abyss survivors who had not yet ventured forth, for he was already a god, a heretic who should have died but ascended the path as a dead. Sion's expression was as grim as Lockrean's; he did not know how many ignorant brethren would die for the Night Mother's revenge and eventually join the army of the dead.

"Roland, was this also part of your and the Lord of the Dead's plan...?"

Now that things have come to this, the Night Mother no longer needs to pretend. The claws and fangs of the Ink Night are all on display before the world. For hundreds of years, the obedient girls of the Dream Salon have sent her dark whispers all over the world, and now it is time for them to take root and sprout.

Ye Liliu wouldn't care about the inner struggles of a mere weak new god, not even a god-king who holds the supreme law. Astetaia and her doll substitute had better get lost, as did Perentit. That way, they might still be able to survive. Anyone who dares to disturb her, no matter who they are, is courting death!

"I did it! Did you see that? Hmph, I'll give the puppy back to you after I beat him up, provided it's willing to go back to purgatory, hee hee?"

The girl in the dark didn't even look at anyone else. Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe and waved her hand into the air, as if greeting someone. After not getting a response for a long time, she puffed out her cheeks and turned her head away in a huff. Then, she lifted her black skirt and seemed eager to try again, biting her black nails. However, without that person's company, she hesitated to take the first step.

The master of the void was still dancing wildly, embracing the unconscious Lin's slender waist as if holding the last ray of light in the world, the last hope of mortals. This world cannot exist without light, nor can it exist without darkness, but it can exist without the Heavenly Father and the Night Mother.

"It's such a pity, I will cherish the wonderful times we had together."

Nolan's smile widened. Originally, having Talion turn Holimaa into a puppet weapon would have been a good choice, in every sense of the word. However, Tess's appearance changed everything. She seemed to have found a way to destroy Truth.

The people of the Seven Kingdoms received the Father's forgiveness but not the Night Mother's mercy. They also rushed towards the path of ascension, vying to join the Night Army. This is what makes Night Liliu so terrifying. The "Balashimir Faith" has been an incurable demon since ancient times, and even the mighty Wan Gu would willingly kneel down.

Some sane madmen followed out of curiosity, such as Skadi and Hilde. The witches leisurely admired the scenery of the sky, hoping to find their lost god there. Messiah and Zenora, of course, would not ignore their mad subjects. The Night Maiden's big move had already stirred up a huge wave in the mortal world, and no mortal could remain uninvolved.

The Six Paths Entropy Demon and a long-silent man at the end of the world were no exception. His black hair and stubble had blended into his face, making him look like a wild man. He was dressed in rags, but his eyes shone like stars as he stared intently at the silver-haired girl in the center of the chaotic vortex deep in the void.

She said, "It's time."

"is it?"

"Isn't that so?"

"Yes and no, no and yes. I awoke from the Qilin Prison and fell asleep in the void. It turns out I never opened my eyes. In the end, I still have to cleave this sky. If I want to truly live, I have to get its consent, submit to it, or... replace it."

Zhang Tiange shook his head and muttered to himself. From head to toe, nothing about him was normal. These days, he had drawn a circle around himself and immersed himself in the void, as if he had returned to the Father's cage. The Twin Demon King and the Ancient Giant Spirit who had accompanied him at that time had disappeared without a trace, leaving him alone and eternally lonely.

"But I am not it, so who is it?"

The man suddenly stood up, one step to immortality, two steps to the summit, a strange halo of truth condensed above his head into a dark gold crown, though not complete, he had grasped the primordial concept.

Within three steps, he is supreme; beyond three steps, he is free to do as he pleases. The temple of gods has gained another quasi-king.

966. The Nightmare Begins

"It was a nightmare."

In the galactic plane, atop the stars, an old man, leaning on his staff, stood on the terrace of the White Tower Sanctuary and spoke thus.

The old man stood at the heart of the Federation, once a prosperous and thriving paradise for free citizens. Now, the city was in chaos. As day turned to night and light retreated, everyone lowered their gaze from the torn sky above, and a single voice resounded from the depths of their hearts.

Under the cover of night, the crowd surged like a swarm of frenzied ants, desperately trying to ascend to heaven. The city hall was almost completely paralyzed, and communications of various departments were lost one after another. Moreover, the number of obsessed "promoters" continued to increase.

If the Galactic capital is in such a state, then the planes under the Federation's jurisdiction and other forces are probably in the same situation. This time, no one has any backup, and all the worlds have been drawn into that madman's dark revenge!

Only a few servants of the Stars Sanctuary were still able to retain their sanity. They watched helplessly as their companions laughed and charged toward the golden staircase entwined with black hair, heading toward the top of the sky. One by one, they collapsed to the ground, almost crying with anxiety.

"Lord Vessalius, what should we do? Should we really not stop them?"

How to stop it?

Whether to break their legs or simply kill all the ringleaders, even the Galactic Governor has joined the army of the night. How can ordinary people resist the temptation of whispers in the darkness? Those greedy politicians are even more despicable, having long since abandoned all pretense of dignity and vying to climb the social ladder.

"Eternal night is coming, and no one can stop it. This is not something that can be solved by simply saying 'the stars will protect us.' Try to take good care of yourselves. If we can hold out until dawn, this world will need survivors to unite and rebuild their homes."

The apocalypse arrived quietly, and the plight of the Free People was far more desperate than when the Demon Lord attacked the galaxy last time. The night was dark and there was no hope in sight. If even the Capricorn Star Envoy sighed so heavily, then they could only hope for a miracle.

The servants of the gods wept as they whispered prayers to the stars, begging for guidance from the divine master. But what appeared before them was not the Eternal Time Dragon, but a string of very pleasant curses.

"I knew you'd be hiding here! What, can't you even walk without your boyfriend's help? How pathetic, you old man!"

There are very few people in the entire Free Federation who can speak to Capricorn Star Envoy like this, and coincidentally, Star Diva is one of them. She is also the one most liked by the elderly. Only the young lady of the Star Realm Consortium can still smile at this time.

Vessalius twitched the corners of his mouth, not turning around. He could hear the girl's forced smile, but he was truly powerless. What did it matter if he became a god? He was still just standing at the pinnacle of mortals. How could he contend with the sun and moon?

The Night Mother had long been prepared to drag the entire world down with her. Regardless of the final outcome of the war of the gods, the thousands of years of civilization left by mortals would be destroyed. Just as the mad prophecy of those Chaos believers had come true, one day the world would return to the embrace of the void.

The blue-clad figure, dressed in a sharp business suit and with mature and alluring makeup, still revealed her deep anxiety with her panting. No one could be in a better situation after such a sudden upheaval.

Seeing that their last pillar remained silent, Messiah mustered his strength and pointed to the starry sky, where a radiant and graceful elf floated in the heavens. The Libra Star Envoy held the stars in his hands and chanted a forbidden spell. The light of truth emitted a strong impact, attempting to shatter the black threads woven by the night, but unfortunately, the power was limited.

"Principal Vivian is still putting up a stubborn resistance, what right do you, you old codger, have to wait to die? Hmm?"

"Because I've lived long enough, I know that many things cannot be changed by effort. How can a candle or lamp compete with the sun and moon? I advise you to stay here and not do anything foolish. That way, at least you can live to see your beloved. Getting too close to the darkness will only hasten your downfall."

“I don’t think so, Mr. Vessalius. Everyone may fall into darkness, but that doesn’t mean they can’t climb out of the mire. Join us in saving the Cancer Star Envoy and the other lost believers. The Libra Star Envoy and I are no match for him!”

Someone interrupted in a deep voice, stepping onto the terrace. A pair of hands patted Messiah's shoulders heavily, giving her unwavering faith. It was Sagittarius Star Envoy Alicia. She looked slightly disheveled, her pretty face covered in sweat, seemingly having failed to rescue the delusional Ascendant.

Capricorn Envoy looked surprised, nodded slightly, and smiled warmly. The young envoy was still very weak, but his will was very firm. When the false starry sky was revealed by the Night Mother, even he couldn't help but waver for a moment. If he hadn't held the truth and possessed a divine status, he might have followed in the footsteps of Odred.

These children possess a rare quality that allows them to go further in the chaotic era, just like Vivian.

"And me! Not only Odelaide, Reinhardt has also become a puppet of the night. We need to go check on the other old buddies and gather all the ones who can still fight!"

A giant man wielding a bull-horn hammer descended from the sky. His golden armor revealed a vulgar aesthetic, but his eyes were surprisingly clear. The appearance of the Golden Bull Star Envoy brought light back to the eyes of the listless servants of the gods.

Alicia patted her chest, making room behind her. There were quite a few other awakened individuals accompanying her, including new recruits from the Wings of Freedom Legion, classmates from the Star Alliance School, and a haughty half-dragon girl from the Astral Chapter. Unfortunately, powerful figures like Byron were not among them, nor was Messiah.

"All the companions I could contact are here; the others may already be..."

Sagittarius looked dejected, missing his sister, whose whereabouts were unknown, more than ever, and hoping that Nolan and Joanna were safe and sound.

Taurus took a deep breath, having already prepared for the worst. He not only wanted to save his old friend, but also the free people.

Hope is fiery, yet cruel. Capricorns see this with a look of reminiscence in their eyes. They have no idea what they are fighting against; ignorance is bliss.

"Alright, I guess I misjudged you. So you're just a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong, only good at bullying Obsidian Emperor and Platinum Lion. We can save everyone without you. Come on, let's go find the headmaster. Maybe we can find Lord Lister and more companions in the Denton War Zone."

Messiah feigned nonchalance, pretending to turn around, trying to stir up the last bit of courage in someone. The boyfriend she mentioned was no joke. Odelaide meant much more to Vessalius than just a partner. Even so, he couldn't make a move, which shows just how desperate the old man was.

Suddenly, a star fell into the sanctuary, bringing with it an unparalleled surge of energy. The Capricorn star chart descended, preventing the darkness from spreading across the Milky Way. Although the faint starlight could not illuminate the night, it dispelled the gloom and gloom in the city for everyone.

967. With the sun and moon as companions, even the stars are not lonely.

The meteorite struck the sanctuary but harmed no one; the intense starlight enveloped Vessalius, as if by divine intervention.

The traces of time flowed through the old man's frail body, rushing and surging, awakening the Capricorn Star Envoy at another juncture. He held his heart in his hands, incorporated the brilliant truth into his divine essence, and re-offered it to the vibrant immortal divine body. His decaying face thus regained its youthful vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye. The gradually rising and powerful pressure forced the Taurus Star Envoy, who had already stepped into the realm of demigods, to retreat repeatedly.