Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The guests seated in the Pantheon were not only gods from all realms. The ascendants who had participated in the Dragon Slaying War were particularly astonished to see that the mysterious Eastern man was now an equal to the Seven Luminaries God King. At this moment, he was carrying a monster that was neither human nor god. Half of his angelic wings were charred, and the other half of his demonic wings were a bloody mess. This time, even the Heavenly Father would find it difficult to repair this war machine.

"Before seeing purgatory, worship all the gods..."

The one who spoke was the writhing tumor on Perish's shoulder. The God of War, Anuba, had his eyelids half-open, his hideous face unrecognizable. His soul was about to dissipate. He never dreamed that he would return to the Pantheon in such a way.

"Shut up."

Zhang Tiange smashed the head with a punch and sneered, "Of course I'll go to Purgatory, but now... it's time for all the gods to worship me!"

The might of the God-King seemed to have shaken the ruler of this supreme realm. The space of the Pantheon revealed cracks as the man walked. He was defying the Father God's decree and trying to break free from the prohibition to reclaim the truth. The first rebel from the mortal world made his appearance. Without any disguise, both the Lion King Antonio and the Steel Emperor Caliban clenched their fists.

Thus, bathed in the light of day, the Highgarden gods replaced the old ones, seemingly occupying high divine positions but in reality merely wearing new dog leashes, and then continued the next cycle.

no way!

The Heavenly Father sighed and shook his head regretfully. The cracked divine realm space returned to normal. With another flick of his finger, Ba Tian's unwavering steps instantly stopped, and he began to stand still, even slowly retreating, making it difficult for him to get even half a step closer to the monument.

"You're deliberately making things difficult for me. Everyone here should be sharing the spoils of the new world with me. Can't you see my sincerity?"

"Sincerity?"

Ye Lili burst into laughter. Putting aside the massacre she had orchestrated, everyone here had waded through the blood of the Pool of Blazing Sun before entering the Pantheon.

The Eternal Time Dragon trapped inside Vivian rolled its eyes. Since it hadn't seen the Father's sincerity, the others should also carefully consider whether this ark could truly lead everyone to the new world. After all, the dealer known as the Destroyer of All Realms hadn't appeared yet in this game.

Asteria's eyes darted around, and she smiled as she said, "Father, have you ever thought... that nostalgia might be in vogue now? Of course, it's just a possibility."

"Nostalgia? You're right. Not everyone can let go of the past and embrace a new life with equanimity."

The puppet boy nodded in agreement, then opened his palm, and a beam of heavenly light shone from above, enveloping the massive monument. Such a small gesture frightened the Guardian of the Sun Sky, who cowered and covered his head. The Seven Luminaries God King found it somewhat amusing; the fates of the three sons of the Creator were all more tragic than the last.

The Son of Heavenly Light seemed to be afraid of something, pleading in a low voice, "No, Father God, I am not ready, the Divine Court is not ready, you cannot release them..."

983. The Shadows of the Past Reappear

"Thank you for reminding me. I have to admit that nostalgia is a good thing. It can constantly remind us of the mistakes we have made. We don't have to forget the past; we just need to preserve it and then, when necessary... let it see the light of day again!"

As the light flashed, a strange stream of fluid poured down from the top of the pillar of light. It twisted and wriggled, its ends connected, slowly forming a deep, dark mirror, like a gateway to another world. An aura of decay and death emanated from it, devoid of any life.

Alicia watched warily, but she couldn't see anything through the dark mirror. Her intuition told her that whatever was hidden inside was a forbidden zone that no mortal should touch.

"Mind Power!"

Astetaya raised an eyebrow, still unsure of what the Heavenly Father intended to do. Ye Liliu had already leaped onto the shoulders of the Eternal One, the raging beast soaring forward, its sharp claws reaching out to snatch the Heart Energy. This was the bargaining chip she wanted, but she hadn't expected the Heavenly Father to have no intention of hiding it at all.

In a daze, a crawling black shadow also approached the mirror, reaching out a hand from the other side, passing through the mind energy to reach the Pantheon!

Loo---!

The sharp roar rubbed against the eardrums of the ascendant. The black shadow moved extremely fast and collided with the Reversal of Eternity. Antonio was dumbfounded and watched as the God Lord's Frenzy Attack on Heavenly Light was sent flying backward. His burly divine body crashed into the monument with a "bang" and suffered a powerful impact. He barely managed to grab the groove in the rock wall to stabilize his body.

In terms of the strength of an immortal divine body, even the Eight Pillar Demon Gods and the Guardian of the Sun have to step aside. Perhaps only a few God Kings in the Pantheon can be compared with the Eternal Beast God. So what kind of monster is the Black Shadow?

Vivian hesitated and said, "What is that? Is it a monster created by the mind? Why can't I feel anything from it?"

The silence was deathly still, the emptiness hollow. This reminded Caliban of someone—damn it, that thing reminded him exactly of his father!

The puppet boy returned to his throne and said leisurely, "Don't be surprised. This isn't the first time you've seen the shadows of the past, is it? I went to great lengths to unravel the mystery of my inner energy. Come, linger, reminisce, challenge! The defeated kings of the past will tell you what they've been through. The consequence of stagnation is being buried along with them, becoming part of the void!"

Asteria frowned as she looked around, still not knowing what had gotten into her Father, and a vague sense of unease crept into her heart.

"hiss!"

More shadowy figures burst out of the mirror, roaring and howling. They had been lurking in the shadows for too long, and once freed, they immediately pounced on the aliens in their field of vision!

The shadowy figure that first broke into the Pantheon seemed to be one of the best monsters. He had mottled white hair, an ugly face, and was shrouded in a hazy gray mist. He exuded a ghostly aura and was calling out in an unknown, lost language as if he were directing his companions.

Although these shadows of the past were humanoid, they could only crawl on all fours and could not walk upright. However, their speed was astonishing. A wise god cried out in terror and was immediately pounced on by the shadows, falling from his throne. His proud, immortal body was instantly torn apart by their fangs and teeth!

"How could this be! Our laws and truth are sealed away, are they not affected?"

Alicia lowered her head to comfort her warhorse, as helpless as the suffering gods of the world. It seemed that the Father’s pilgrimage trial was not yet over. It was impatient to seek the end of the “annihilation” world and had no intention of saving the Supreme God Court that was being corrupted by the Night Mother!

clang!

Cancerian Audrey leaped from her divine throne, wielding her blade to block a dark figure charging towards Vessalius. The immense force from the weapon made her arm ache, but it wasn't enough to overwhelm her.

This is just one of the most ordinary monsters in the shadows; one can imagine how much pressure that pioneer put on the Eternal Beast God.

After a moment of contemplation, the Capricorn envoy said, "That's not how it works. Law and truth are our rules, so we are bound by the Creator. But they come from another world, a barbaric world that has long since passed away and is no longer bound by rules. The immortal bodies that have lost their divine power are not as resilient as we imagine. Be careful, they are coming!"

Vessalius's words were proven true, as a large number of dark figures continued to pass through the psionic vortex, far exceeding the number of survivors from the Pantheon.

The eight demon gods roared and swung their giant arms to repel wave after wave of dark shadows, but their numbers were too great, like a swarm of ants frantically gnawing at their massive bodies.

"Get out of here! Conquerors, you do not belong to this world!"

Shou Ri Tian Qiong shouted in a daze, still defending the monument of all gods, but the sealing of the divine power of all realms had rendered him useless.

The puppet boy took in the entire one-sided massacre, smiled and nodded, then shook his head regretfully, seemingly somewhat disappointed with the advanced cultivators. The occasional fierce resistance from powerful figures like Batian and Wangu only attracted more fearless shadowy figures.

Now everyone finally understands that this is not a coronation hall, but a new cage. Everyone is imprisoned in the Pantheon and forced to fight these monsters!

Asteria wiped the blood from her face and said angrily, "Only those who have transcended the past can share the fruits of victory in the new world with the Father God...?"

"Looks like it is."

Vivian rubbed her temples and clenched her fists. The star map remained silent. Was she going to have to fight these alien creatures with her bare hands? That would be too ridiculous.

The Heavenly Father extended his sixth finger downwards, and a white brick formation rose from the clouds, providing a foothold for the dark figure. The divine realm, which had been suspended at the top of the sky, became a closed arena, where everyone fought according to the game rules he had set.

Do you really think no one can find out?

The Heavenly Father turned around and met the Night Mother's gaze. Night Liliu had jumped off the loyal dog's shoulder at some point and was sitting on top of the Pantheon.

"So what if they found out? Who can stop them?"

Ye Lili sneered. Indeed, she had witnessed the power of the Obsidian Emperor. Just an anomaly who had managed to escape the Ark was enough to be called the overlord of the wilderness. Although the shadow of the past was powerful, she was not entirely unprepared.

“From the moment I saw the first God Hunter appear in the mortal realm, I knew what you were planning. You call those shadows the Conquerors, right?”

“That’s right, I know you’ve broken our agreement by bringing unclean things from the land of the dead here. But do you think the ferryman himself dares to show up? Show us all your tricks.”

"Of course it wouldn't dare; anyone who gets close to your territory will be banned. But we've brought a small gift with us."

"Oh?"

The puppet boy stood with his hands in his sleeves, waiting expectantly.

"The gods cannot resist the conquerors, and neither can mortals, but what the living cannot do, the dead may be able to do!"

Ye Lili raised her hands and gently clapped them. The bodies of the eight demon gods trembled, split open their huge mouths and spat out a large amount of black blood. The black coffin hidden inside gushed out, fell to the ground and rolled and jumped, as if something was knocking on the coffin, ready to break out at any moment.

984. A Grain of Sand

The black coffin formed a six-pointed star seal around the black blood, and in an instant, a cold wind swept through, and a chilling death aura surrounded the Pantheon, sending shivers down one's spine.

"Ye Liliu has lost her divine power and cannot complete the Dark Night Divine Art on her own, but the black coffin is helping her locate it! Does the Lord of the Dead think he has a chance of winning in this sealed area? It's too late to summon any toys now."

Vivian, or rather Perentit, was deeply disturbed. If things continued this way, the world would begin to collapse from the heavens even without the Father's intervention, and the stars would be annihilated into the void.

"Maybe... it's not a toy? You should know as well as I do who the biggest beneficiary of these successive interdimensional battles is."

Astetaya bit her finger, already guessing what it was. Recalling the countless fallen warriors who died in the Chaotic Era, she couldn't help but feel a headache. She had always been worried, but she had no power to stop the evil spirit army from continuing to grow stronger.

It wasn't just the revolutionary army that rose from the ashes of the Holy Alliance's decaying corpse; a quietly sprouting flower of death also emerged, led by the fallen Holy Marshal Roland.

Before the eternal night descended, most of the main planes north of the star map had fallen. The Azure Province was already a dead zone, with skeletal griffins circling in the sky and walking corpses roaming the mountains and plains. Before Holimaia launched her holy light counterattack, His Highness had not heard any news from the sentries in the polar day snowfield for a long time.

The Dragon Slayer Legion, the divided Holy Human Alliance, the followers of the five great faith kingdoms, the Arctic Snowfowl... all the fallen heroes now stand on Roland's side.

Perhaps everyone has forgotten that the most powerful force in the world now is not the beast horde or the dragon riders, but the resurrected evil spirits. They have no heartbeat, no breath, and are tireless.

boom!

At the center of the six-pointed star was a pool of ink. Suddenly, a giant hand emerged from the vortex of darkness, crushing dozens of conquerors with its massive, rocky arm.

The sudden intruders may not be strong reinforcements, but they could also be a new threat. However, the approaching aura of death did greatly relieve the pressure on the advanced individuals.

As the giant arm climbed, its master gradually revealed its majestic form. It rose from the black water like a mountain, with just one hand level with the monuments of the gods. Its enormous head was torn apart from its jaw, leaving only two black holes in its deep eye sockets that shimmered with green light.

It was a giant spirit of mountains and rivers, its body pitted and scarred from countless injuries. Through the wounds, one could see the crystalline stone skeleton inside. Even so, its stature was still greater than that of the Eight Pillar Demon Gods.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The ancient giant was clearly lifeless, merely mechanically swinging its body to smash the conquerors and protect the black coffin. The Night Mother's counterattack was as powerful as its fist.

"The lords of the mountains, they can even command gods?"

Perentit took a deep breath, his eyes filled with amazement. The long-forgotten history had been awakened by the "resurrected" divine remains. Before its fall, it was an ancient god-king, and its remaining body still possessed unparalleled power, making it virtually invincible in this realm devoid of divine power.

This time, the surprises were not isolated; the black coffin summoned more than one undead apostle. The headless archangel of divine fire picked up the broken halberd and led the winged evil spirits back to the battlefield, but they no longer served the Father.

Before the blood of the gods from all realms had even dried, some were already collecting the bodies of the unjustly killed in the Pool of Blazing Sun, speaking for their wrath. Driven by the will of the realm of the dead, even more corpses crawled out of the Ink Pool to resist the invaders from another world.

"Gaha!"

The white-haired conqueror leader made a strange gesture, and the crawling shadows immediately abandoned their prey and rushed toward the black coffin, trying to prevent more aberrant creatures from intruding into their hunting grounds and causing trouble.

"What are you standing there for? Do I have to teach you how to do it?"

Ye Lili glanced coldly at him, while Wangu licked the blood off his claws, pounded his chest with his fists, and threw himself back into the battlefield, heading straight for the conqueror leader.

It would be a mistake to think of the army of the dead as a bunch of mindless corpses that only know how to swing swords. The souls attached to the corpses may not have dissipated yet, but when they awaken, they are already ruled by a single will and unconditionally obey the man's orders.

Soon the army of the dead assembled and formed layers of array around the Lord of Mountains and Rivers. The various formations were arranged in tiers. In this barbaric divine realm devoid of elements and divine power, the united formations of the various races displayed astonishing combat power and dealt a heavy blow to the conquerors.

Among them are many comrades-in-arms of the evil spirits, some submitting, some making deals. They return to the mortal world with a second precious opportunity, solely to realize their shared ideals. The evil spirits, with their free will permeating their bodies, are more powerful than before.

Griffin Commander, Demon Overlord, Rainbow Archbishop, Human King, Star Apostle—familiar faces appear one after another, reliable yet heartbreaking. Even though their lives have ended, they are willing to offer a part of their souls to the Lord of the Dead, guarding their homeland in another way.

The conquerors were endless. In the blink of an eye, Audreid was covered in wounds and could no longer hold on. She collapsed into Vessalius's arms, but the next second, the black shadows that rushed at her were knocked away by a golden chariot.

The Taurus and Leo envoys nodded stiffly, their eyes cold and faces pale. Without saying another word, they led the vengeful dragon-slaying guards to charge once again at their common enemy.

For the isolated and helpless Ascendants, they had no choice but to ally with the dead rather than die at the hands of the old shadows. Without hesitation, the gods of all realms joined the ranks of the Night of Death.

At this moment, Alicia bit her lip, her eyes reddening, as if she understood something. If there was anything that could make her stubborn father abandon his faith and desecrate his soul, it must be to protect something more important.

The conquerors' frenzied attack brought down hordes of the dead. The evil soldiers could only find eternal rest and end their mission when they were torn to pieces. More corpses continued to crawl out of the black water, and all the mortals who fell in the eternal night became reinforcements for the evil legion.