Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"Vessalius... when did you arrive?!"

"The moment Miss Nolan broke the gods' prohibition, I knew I would become a god. So, are you all really ready? The truth of religion and suffering will be much easier to find when you are lost in the depths of darkness."

The moment he looked up again, Vessalius's handsome face was expressionless, his feet were in the air, and he was divinely awe-inspiring. The Capricorn Star Envoy familiar to the world had returned. If self-destruction was the purpose of the survivors, then he was happy to accompany him and tear apart the hypocritical masks of the gods together.

"Is that even a question?"

Messiah clenched her little fist, let out a long breath, and nodded emphatically. Her followers were also greatly encouraged. Their fanaticism stemmed from ignorance. Only those who had truly stepped into the realm of truth would know that mortals had no chance of winning.

Capricorn Star Envoy nodded, the star map beneath his feet leaping in the flowing light, divine power condensing into a constellation clock. He raised his hand to inscribe runes, turned the pointer, and a powerful force erupted from the center of the wheel.

The raging army of night was instantly frozen on the ladder to heaven. The vast starry sky suddenly descended upon the mortal world, and the time-stopping domain enveloped the Milky Way. This was Vessalius's limit.

No matter how many times she saw it with her own eyes, Alicia was still amazed by the Law of Time, exclaiming, "Wow, so amazing! As expected of the chosen one of the guardians of time, the endless Capricorn envoy."

"That's all I can do. Maybe it can buy some time for the free people. Who knows? There's no concept of time and space in the top of the sky. The ideologies of the gods jointly maintain that paradise."

Vessalius's gaze was solemn. Possessing the extremely rare superior truth did not fill him with pride, but rather with boundless fear. He stared at the dark, golden staircase in silence. To save his companions, they too had to pass through the gate of ascension, a fact known to everyone.

At this moment, the Libra Star Envoy floated behind the Capricorn Star Envoy and murmured, "It seems there is no point in staying here. Most of the powerful beings from all realms who can still remain clear-headed have already embarked on their journeys, accompanied by the sun and moon. The stars are not lonely either, whether it is day or night, the stars are eternal."

"The stars are eternal!"

"The stars are eternal!"

.......

The crowd shouted with all their might, following the Taurus Star Envoy as they strode forward, past the frozen, frenzied free people, and headed toward the heavens.

Eternal Night is a tragedy bestowed upon the mortal world by Balashimir. A mad virus, spread through various planes via the hidden channels of the Dream Salon, turns everyone into puppets of black silk.

Such scenes are unfolding across the world: the dragon riders of the Obsidian Empire follow the Iron Emperor to the distant gates, the savage beast kings charge with roars under the leadership of the Royal Lion, only three of the seven Elf Kings who accompanied Queen Chinora remain, and the surviving warriors of the Triad Kingdom gathered in the Holy City are even fewer.

At the boundary between day and night, at the point of conflict between light and darkness, the seemingly third-party mortal forces are insignificant and are not taken seriously by anyone.

Yet it is precisely this group of mortals from different planes, races, and forces who are fighting with all their might for that glimmer of hope, rushing together to the decisive battlefield. Their heroic figures are the true objects of observation for the destroyers of all realms.

The most beautiful things will inevitably be destroyed with the most frenzied power. This is the violent aesthetic that Nolan believes in. Only when pleasure reaches its peak will she personally end everything and preserve it as new anima, as evidence that all people have existed.

But will the victor truly emerge from this group? Will this battle of gods be the end of this world? No one knows. Caleb Tiffany and Fimbis may have seen it all, but Claudia is still watching. The scales of fate continue to sway.

Those who will be the first to pass the path of advancement will inevitably be the chosen ones. The divine prohibitions impose the greatest restrictions on them, and their advancement after the prohibitions are lifted will naturally be the greatest.

Vessalius and Antonio arrived at the gate almost simultaneously from different angles of the golden staircase. As they stepped into the golden light, a wonderful feeling filled their minds and bodies.

Golden light enveloped my entire body. It wasn't holy flame, nor was it everyday life; it was a completely different golden experience. It wasn't warm, nor was it cold. If I had to describe it with a single word, it would be "powerful."

This is the majestic light of the heavens, where the unparalleled supreme divine authority rules the supreme divine realm, and the supreme god who acts on behalf of the Heavenly Father is the guardian of the sun and the heavenly dome.

"It's incredible! Divine power is inexhaustible here. No wonder they never let us come up!"

The platinum lion rubbed its claws and sneered, baring its teeth. The gods' prohibitions kept mortals away, treating them like livestock in the mortal world, which was what displeased the lion king the most.

Vessalius leaned on his staff, habitually bending over and coughing. Strangely, when he stepped onto a soft grassy field, for a moment he felt that this place was no different from the mortal world, but the illusion disappeared the next second.

Their immortal divine bodies, indomitable spirits, and even their brand-new divine status were all enlightened under the radiant light of the heavens, growing stronger with every breath—something absolutely unimaginable in the lower realms.

Soon, the Capricorn Star Envoy understood the concept of the so-called Supreme Divine Realm, where the heavens were filled with truth, the Father's "home," and overflowing with precious treasures.

A thousand years ago, those who passed the trials and became demigods were qualified to inspect all of this, find the right truth to condense their divine spark, and thus the primordial gods were born. That was much simpler than it is now.

Now, the two newly ascended deities were like children stepping into the prime plane for the first time from a remote primordial plane. Abundant elemental power surrounded them, and the power seeped into their bodies with every breath.

"As for Harrison, I want to try to kill him a few more times as he gets stronger."

The two exchanged a glance, neither surprised by the other's presence. The only thing that made Antonio uneasy was the absence of the former Obsidian Emperor. However, he believed that even without divinity or an immortal body, the man would eventually arrive here on foot.

"Your Majesty, the Great Lion King, you are not here to joke, are you? Unfortunately, we are now forced to stand on the same side."

The Capricorn envoy rubbed his temples, his tone heavy, as if he were a pessimist who had foreseen the end times, even though he was already at the pinnacle of the world.

968. The Long Night

Humans, elves, dwarves, giants, even dragons and demons—all mortals who can remain conscious must unite, or they will have no chance.

The reason is simple: the victory of the Heavenly Father would perpetuate the tragedy of the previous era, with mortals falling from their divine pedestals and becoming domesticated again. The revenge of the Night Mother would be even more terrifying; if eternal night were to come, the world would be plunged into darkness, and even demons would suffer immensely.

No matter which ending it is, no mortal can accept it.

"Humph."

Antonio, unusually, did not refute. He turned his head and several of his trusted beast kings arrived one after another. Most of them were demigods, and they were amazed by the powerful aura of truth emanating from the sky.

"Oh! I'm not seeing things, am I? Fragments of truth... are everywhere?"

The Beast King of the War Bear Clan rubbed his eyes, his gaze burning with desire. He couldn't resist reaching out to grab the floating specks of light around him. They were sometimes ethereal and sometimes real, each one shimmering with strange colors, seemingly easy to obtain.

Peipei's expression was one of rapture; he knew clearly that this was the truth he had been longing for, even though it did not belong to him. But capturing a wisp of remnant to condense a divine essence did not seem difficult.

The Father's grace is truly generous, but it is not open to mortals.

"Wake up, or you'll become a puppet of the night if you let your greed grow unchecked."

Someone spoke up to remind them, and although the tone was unfriendly, it was correct. The Taurus Star Envoy also stepped through the golden gate and came to this boundless green field, followed closely by Alicia and the others.

The warriors of the Free Federation and the Savage Beast Territory stood on either side, clearly separated, their tense bodies wary of each other, after all, they had been mortal enemies in the Ark battle not long ago.

"Antonidao, where have those lost tribesmen gone?"

The White Wolf Beast King's massive teeth clashed together, the rough orc language muffled, but the learned Capricorn Star Envoy understood. They hadn't seen the dark army manipulated by desire, not a single one. Could this gate lead to different corners of the Celestial Realm?

Vessalius pondered for a moment and guessed, "We are just uninvited spectators, not in the invited seats. Now the Night Mother's vengeful black tide has probably swept across the sky. Her power is too great. Even the gods here will find it difficult to resist the whispers of darkness."

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. If that was the case, Mo Ye's target could only be the legendary Pantheon, which existed only in vague records in ancient divine texts. Back then, those who ascended to godhood were granted divine positions by the Sun Keepers under the witness of the gods and kings.

"So what are we waiting for? We don't want to wait until all our men are dead before we stop that madman!"

The angry roar came from the Nash Giants of the Obsidian Empire. The Iron Dragon Riders, who once ruled the skies, are now somewhat destitute, with fewer than a hundred warriors left. Fortunately, the roaring black dragon is equally determined, otherwise Caliban would have had to take a few steps on his own.

The King of Beasts was naturally furious. The foolish Temple of Light had arrogantly provoked a war that ended in defeat in the Abyss, which in turn awakened the Mother of Demons. Now, their fearless warriors had become puppets of the Night Mother and had no choice but to join this divine war that was a matter of life and death.

"I've said these harsh words many times already. Since you all know nothing about the heavens, I'll just politely reiterate them once more. If we turn back now, we might still be able to survive in the chaotic era. But if we go forward, all that awaits us is darkness."

Capricorn's gaze shone with a brilliance as he tried to deduce the passage of time but received no response. This was indeed a forbidden realm for truth, and the so-called gods were nothing but empty titles.

Libra Star Envoy spreads her arms, calling upon the stars to weave divine power and guide her companions aboard the star chart. She has found the army of night. The magnificent light on the right is gradually dimming, and the surging ink is gradually spreading, proving that the eight demon gods have landed there and are heading straight for the Pantheon.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Orcs never back down!"

"So which side will you stand on, mortal or god, sun or night? As far as I know, all the beast god shrines are covered with cursed black moss, and your god has long since abandoned chaos and returned to darkness."

Antonio looked at Vessalius as if he were an idiot and sneered, "If you really understood the Chaos Apostles, you wouldn't have asked such a stupid question. I am an ally myself, and disobeying means death!"

After speaking, the royal lion roared and charged forward, and the herd of beasts surged forward. However, this time the roars were weak and sparse. The dragon knights of the Obsidian Empire no longer hesitated and followed the emperor to reclaim their people.

Capricorn Envoy shook his head and sighed once again. He knew he couldn't rely on other mortals to work together. It didn't matter. Even if all the world's powers united, they couldn't defeat the divine radiance of the sun and moon.

unless.......

Vessalius's heart stirred, and he squinted as he glanced sideways at the Chaos Apostle who had arrived at some unknown time, the Chaos Throne, whose position was the most unique.

At this moment, the once solitary and aloof Chaos Believers suddenly became the strongest fighting force among mortals, because they had long since gone mad, and not one of them had become a puppet. The whispers of darkness could not bewitch a mob that was already insane.

The Six Paths Entropy Demons also noticed the beast horde and dragon riders, their eyes filled with mockery and eagerness. They sensed a chaotic aura here, so sweet and alluring that it drove them mad.

Vivian frowned and exclaimed in surprise, staring intently at the leader's eight exquisitely crafted wings, "Skhotti, your wings...!"

With just one glance, the Star Envoys knew that the [Flare] Saint was no longer an Apostle of the Stars, but had broken free from the shackles of time, recovered from the severe injury left by Harrison, and possessed unprecedentedly powerful divine power.

"Ha! Isn't it beautiful? She gave it to me. Are you envious?"

The Void Seraph soared into the sky, greedily inhaling the aura of truth from the Celestial Realm. The magnificent celestial light captivated her. Legend has it that the Winged Race were originally divine beings who descended to the mortal world to manage order, the servants of the Heavenly Father. This was their ancient homeland.

The Virgo Star Envoy covered her face and said fiercely, "Sigh, even the Eternal Beast God can betray Chaos, so what is impossible? There's no time to criticize you now. At least our team has grown stronger."

"No, no, no, don't misunderstand. We're just here to join in the fun, and by the way... help little Chinara and little Messiah out of some trouble. As for the rest, we'll see how we feel."

Messiah tiptoed, but only saw the cold-faced Elf Queen above the World Serpent's head. He was inevitably disappointed, but he couldn't care less about his vanished beloved at the moment.

The belligerent Fenrir had already followed the Entropy of Burning Bones and the Entropy of Desolation towards the direction of the Dark Storm. Nothing could make them happier than spreading chaos. Any creature they saw was an enemy, including the gods!

The star charts danced and roamed the heavens, but the Frost Giants were faster, crossing mountains and seas in a single step. Beyond the green expanse lay a range of mountains constantly ravaged by earthquakes, where undulating waves seemed to float atop the peaks, forming a unique and unpredictable landscape.

969. Confidence

The vast sky, the overlapping mountains, the sea and sky meeting, and the winding plains—such a bizarre landscape only appears in dreams. It's a pity that no one cares about the divine scenery of the Supreme Divine Court.

Looking around, you can see several desolate temples floating between the mountains and the sea, but they are all covered with weeds and neglected. Without the blessing of divine power, they are dim and without light. Among them may be the temples of war gods that have disappeared. The consequence of losing the power of faith is to perish.

Darkness drew ever closer, curses filled the air, and the earth-shattering roars of the Eight Pillar Demons could be heard from afar. Driven by the Night Mother, they grew ever stronger, seemingly having returned to the pinnacle of the supreme gods, and showing contempt for the Celestial Gods.

"You'll stay by my side from now on, and you're not allowed to go anywhere."

Capricorn's command was unusual, lacking its usual composure and affability, and leaving no room for doubt.

Messiah retorted fiercely: "Why? I also have a mark, I can fight too!"

“You don’t understand now, but you will soon. You have something of vital importance that could be our chance to turn the tide. Even if there’s only a one in a billion chance, I can’t take the risk.”

"Yes."

Vivian agreed, her cold voice extinguishing the last bit of hope in the World-Destroying Songstress. Since entering the Sky Dome Academy, the divinity emanating from the headmaster had become increasingly strong, faintly surpassing that of the Capricorn Star Envoy. Her eyes were empty, dreamy, and detached, and the stars were also watching the Supreme Divine Court through her avatar.

"No way! I can help too!"

Messiah shook her head, having had enough of being treated like a child again. She was extremely stubborn, but no matter how many times she jumped off the Starship, she would always return to the same place. The river of time seemed to pause and rewind over her, and she could never escape the light of truth.

Until a rift tore the grassland in two, the outer void opened its massive maw and almost brutally squeezed into the realm of the gods. Anyone who could disregard the laws of the Heavenly Father and force their way into the Supreme God Court would be nothing but a destroyer of all realms. Even the returning Goddess would have to return to the Pantheon through the Gate of Ascension.

Void tentacles writhed and twisted, firmly jamming the divine realm's walls as they attempted to repair themselves, while a flower of destruction bloomed at the heart of the raging torrent, a gentle call emanating from the depths of its enchanting bud.

"The closer one gets to Purgatory, the more rampant the Annihilation Flames become. If I were you, I wouldn't have defied the Chaos Apostles in the Supreme Divine Court, because this place is already very, very close to my kingdom. Neither the sun nor the moon, nor the stars, can penetrate this black hole..."

The moment the gaze swept across the rift, the Taurus envoy's vision went completely dark, as if collapsing along with time and space and falling into the depths of a black hole, stripped of all senses. Then, the Capricorn envoy dragged him behind, and when he came to his senses, he was panting heavily.

Others were equally mesmerized, terrified, yet irresistibly drawn to it.

By the faint light, Vessalius could barely make out the silver-haired goddess standing in the void. She smiled, embracing the last of the holy light, beautiful yet dangerous. She was the messenger of light. He dared not look at her any longer and hurriedly lowered his head. At this moment, no one but Vivian could meet the witch's gaze.

Nolan!