Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The eight demon gods roared and raised their blood-stained arms to shake the throne. Joanna opened her palms but could not find her damned old mother. Alicia was also rescued in time by the demon lord.

Sion gently placed the girl in his arms on the horse's back, his eyes fixed on the open space not far away. Even though his divine power was limited, his sensitivity to space far surpassed that of ordinary gods. The next second, a white light ripped through the divine realm, and the cold and ruthless Moonlit Hunter stepped into the arena.

"You can use the truth here? Ha... Foolish question. You and these monsters are nothing more than shadows of the previous Red Tide world."

The Demon Lord sneered and shook his head, realizing his own foolishness. The Heavenly Father and his minions were essentially conquerors, no different from these reptiles.

Tess had no interest in a dead man, nor did she care about her youngest daughter who had become a demon. Her family had been destroyed the day her husband died, her heart had been shattered into countless pieces, and her mind and body were completely consumed by her divine instincts, leaving her numb and indifferent. Now, her three daughters were all struggling to survive with their own viruses, and the path to salvation lay in the palm of her hand.

"What you don't understand is that truth is a poison that the Creator injected into this world. If it is not completely eradicated, even if the world is not destroyed today, it will eventually come to an end. Only the one who wins this game has the right to redefine the rules of the game!"

"Then the problem becomes much simpler. I don't like losing either, and if I can't beat you, I won't have the chance to challenge God the Father!"

Sion slowly dismounted, bent his arm to hold his spear, aimed his murderous intent at Tess, and urged his beloved horse to take Roland's foolish daughter away from the conflict. Although the chances of the divine seal defeating the divine being were slim, he was not afraid in the slightest.

"Then let's go."

Tess tilted her head, her smile eerie. Her blurry figure flashed and shifted to the side, dodging the eight pillars' necrotic arms once again. She then swung her blade to block the thrust of Sion's spear. With a casual swing of her blade, she made the Unforgivable Evil God stagger backward. Having devoured a large amount of truth, the Moonlit Hunter was incredibly powerful in both body and soul. She faced the Demon Lord and the eight pillar demon gods alone without any pressure.

Amidst the chaos, another witch emerged from the black hole and arrived at the battlefield. Fenrir wiped away her sweat, put down her heavy armor, and collapsed to the ground. Who knew how much effort she had expended to finally reach this place? The closer that bastard got to the top of the sky, the heavier he became!

"I'm exhausted!"

The chaotic body named Invincible remained silent for a long time, always kneeling on one knee, with only the red entropy patterns on its surface hinting at the terrifying mental energy sealed within.

The appearance of this armor immediately attracted the attention of the Creator God. Ye Liliu's eyes changed slightly. Another heart energy appeared in the world. It was extremely familiar to her and the Heavenly Father. It was the stage where they once won, the Crimson Tide World.

"come over."

The puppet boy beckoned with his finger and issued a divine decree. Fenruier, who had not yet caught her breath, stood up in astonishment, her legs unconsciously walking towards the monument of the gods.

Just then, a crimson light flashed beneath the Black Knight's helmet, and it suddenly activated, reaching out to pull the out-of-control believer back to his upright position.

"You...you're back?"

Fenruier then regained control of her body, feeling both surprised and annoyed, and kicked Invincible in the shin.

The Black Knight flexed his fingers, and two balls of chaotic fire ignited in his empty eye sockets as he stared directly at the Heavenly Father on the highest throne.

"I said, if you want it, come and take it yourself."

A girl's cheerful voice emanated from within the heavy armor, ethereal and clear, as if coming from another world.

The next second, Invincible stood tall and proud, and to Fenrui's astonishment, he plunged his hands deep into his breastplate, tearing open the Crimson Tide War Helmet and revealing an empty chest cavity with nothing inside.

Immediately following, a powerful surge of void turbulence emanated from it, and purplish-black flames illuminated the entire pure white space. Ancient runes then appeared above the Pantheon, and the signs of chaos were thus initiated.

An unknown divine realm invaded the temple of the gods, squeezing the supreme space created by the Heavenly Father, revealing cracks from which countless void tentacles began to outline the traces of purgatory.

Everyone stopped moving, terrified. The witch's revelry might be their doomsday. The Heavenly Father had fulfilled his wish and summoned the countdown of the destroyers of all realms. The annihilation of the world was imminent.

The surrounding changes were like illusions and mist, which instantly replaced the milky white bricks and revealed scorching earth. Purgatory descended and rapidly compressed the domain of the Divine Sensing One. Ba Tian, ​​who was at the edge of the domain, broke free from the constraints of the forbidden area and was the first to recover his divine power.

"Not urgent."

The Heavenly Father smiled, and with a single sentence, he stopped the scorched earth's spread and invaded, maintaining order in the Arena of the Gods. Two equally powerful conceptual armies clashed fiercely at the boundary between Purgatory and the Pantheon's divine realm.

At the same time, countless void chains extended from the black hole tunnel, dragging a black iron throne out of the void. The enormous throne was comparable to the head of a dragon king, like a giant hand supporting the Three Kingdoms.

"This is the first time I've seen the entire Throne of Chaos."

Vivian's expression was complex, her deep unease stemming from the Eternal Time Dragon. The light of the stars had been submerged in purgatory, and the starry sky could no longer guide the free people. Only the mighty light of heaven could resist this tyrannical aura.

The Eternal Beast God's eyes were filled with fervor, and he immediately abandoned his prey. The Qilin Venerable carried his sword to report back, the Tide Sea King rode the waves to submit, the Variegated Dragon Mother answered the call and danced, and the Chaos Apostles all welcomed the God Lord.

Behind the ancient throne, the Giant Bride holds ice flowers, her massive body, like that of the World Serpent, can only entwine around the throne handle, bowing her head meekly. There are also gargoyles, fallen angels, pyromaniacs... They did not perish with the falling sun, but witnessed the rise of purgatory.

990. Azur Lane Performance

Strangely, the legendary silver-haired witch was not on the empty throne. Instead, a world-destroying songstress was seen praying devoutly, with a Void Seraphim hovering above her head, silently watching over and fulfilling her master's will.

Messiah took a deep breath, opened his lifeless eyes, and a strange halo flickered in his pupils. As if he had naturally grasped some kind of instinct, he opened his mouth and unsealed the Azure Heart. Beautiful musical notes pierced through the sealed domain and reached the Arena of the Gods!

"Tick-tock, tick-tock... Whose deafening cry is this?"

Ice-blue raindrops fell from the sky, like tears falling from a black hole. The cool chill seeped into the skin, extinguishing the lingering resentment that clung to the conquerors. The wounded crawlers and the glorious eagles melted away, all being sucked back into the vortex of mind energy.

It's in effect?

The world-destroying songstress from purgatory unfolded her azure performance in this magnificent hall, awakening long-dormant concepts from memories, healing all things, and the incredible scene stunned everyone, causing them to involuntarily stop fighting.

Astetraya approached Vivian and asked nervously, "Is she really confident in controlling the Azure Heart?"

Perentit's will was conveyed through the headmaster's words: "After I noticed the abnormality in Messiah's body, I also tried to comprehend the Azure Heart and unravel the mystery of her energy, but I could not feel anything in her body except tranquility."

"Can't feel anything?"

"If the Azure Heart symbolizes savagery, the Glorious Heart represents sublimity, the Crimson Tide Heart represents ferocity, the Lapis Lazuli Heart represents profundity, the Dusty Heart represents deathly stillness, and the Pure Heart represents elegance—we have glimpsed fragments of these old shadows in the War of Gods, but the Azure Heart is different."

The Seven Luminaries Goddess asked in surprise, "What's different?"

"Completely different. It was the long passage of time that inspired me. Later, I slowly realized that it recorded a unique world, a world without conflict, a gentle world. In that world, there was no selfishness, only endless songs and notes. People understood each other, were tolerant of each other, and the rules of the creator's game failed for the first time."

"......"

Astetraya gazed thoughtfully at the weeping black hole. She began to hesitate, wondering whether to offer her only bargaining chip. At this moment, a pure heart might not be an asset, but rather a burden.

Even Batian suppressed his smile, closed his eyes, and felt the long-lost tranquility brought by the rain, purifying his body and mind. The three-phase gods bathed in the azure notes, facing the Chaos Throne, and gently patted their chests. The strange melody echoed the Purgatory, and the flames of annihilation quietly ignited in their palms.

The chaotic faith granted the apostles the power to defy the forbidden domain. They were like tiny candles, each one small, but when gathered together they became a raging fire that could destroy the world. This caused the shadowy figures, still harboring resentment, to retreat in terror and dare not approach.

"shut up!"

The puppet boy roared in fury, losing his composure for the first time, but even its supreme divine decree could not interfere with Azure's performance, while Ye Liliu laughed heartily.

The conqueror army retreated, their immense resentment extinguished by the icy rain. The undeterred creepers and sunchasers gradually regained their senses, looking down blankly as if they had remembered something.

The lost world can never be recovered; they are nothing but a memory. Once separated from the projection of the mind, they cease to exist. When the shadows of the past finally realize that they no longer exist, what meaning does this war have?

"Shut up! Shut up! I told you to shut up! Stop singing!"

The Heavenly Father was furious. He stomped on the throne, flew into the sky, and headed straight for the black coffin, breaking the tranquil atmosphere of the arena of gods.

"Oops!"

Ye Liliu let out a strange cry, finally unable to sit still any longer. She jumped off the monument of the gods that she had created herself, trying to stop the crazed puppet.

As the ruler of this divine realm, only Tess and the Father could wield the truth. With a single punch, it shattered the wormhole, repelled the army of the dead, and pounced on one of the black coffins, tearing it to pieces.

"That's not it!"

The Heavenly Father's face was contorted with madness, as if searching for something. He glanced at the Night Mother's furious attack, then merely sneered and made a strange hand gesture with his six fingers hidden in his sleeve.

The majestic light surrounding the Monument to Creation instantly transformed into a tangible spear of divine fire, piercing through Ye Liliu's petite body. She screamed in pain, which triggered the eternal roar to charge forward, using her immortal divine body to withstand the scorching divine fire.

"Not here...not here either...it's impossible!"

The Heavenly Father no longer cared about these ants; He frantically searched for the black coffin, breaking it one by one, until finally finding a piece of black hair under the eighth coffin.

"what!"

The Heavenly Father held the black hair in his hand, as if it were a precious treasure, and was completely satisfied. The black hair was burned to ashes by divine fire in his palm, eventually becoming a wisp of obscure and twisted shadow.

"The Heavenly Father wouldn't still want..."

The Seven Luminaries Goddess took a deep breath and suddenly missed a certain madwoman. If it weren't for her pranks, things wouldn't have come to this point. The lack of a master in Purgatory gave the Heavenly Father an opportunity to plunder the power of the mind.

The puppet boy grinned, clutching the Heart of Lapis Lazuli, and muttered to himself, "Such a magnificent legacy, and you use it to connect the dusty Heart in the hands of the Lord of the Dead, to serve as a beacon to break down the barrier between the realms of life and death? What a waste!"

"Stop him!"

Ye Lili had just broken free from the shackles of the heavenly light and was barely able to stand by leaning on Wangu's arm. The panic on her face could no longer be concealed.

Roland raised an eyebrow and gave the order. The Ghost Riders rushed toward the black coffin. The Chaos Apostle also realized the importance of the third anima, but it was too late.

"Whatever, the entertainment has been good enough. Now it's the main event's turn. Fool, you're out!"

With a wave of his hand, the Heavenly Father issued a divine decree, freezing all the ascendants in the Arena of Gods in place, except for the players wielding conceptual weapons who could still control their bodies.

"This is bad, this is bad, he's going crazy."

Vivian looked at Batian, trying to seek help from the fourth god-king. Asteria also hesitated, as she was not yet able to contend with the master of the Pantheon.

"you!"

The Heavenly Father first looked at Roland, shook his head and said, "You, you insignificant you, you ignorant you, you ruined my plans! I originally intended to use you as the final sacrifice for the Heavenly Light God Hunter, but I didn't expect her to still be unable to do it. Then let us be buried together with the Annihilation World!"

Tess gripped her katana tightly, gritted her teeth, hesitated to speak, her empty eyes gradually becoming hazy as she glanced at her former husband, her fingers trembling slightly.

"That's not him, he's dead. I should die too, but I can't, I can't..."

The Heavenly Father surveyed the arena, taking in the indignation and fear on the faces of these insects. He couldn't find a single opponent he could look forward to. Meanwhile, the Son of Heaven, who had been hiding behind the monument, had been crushed by the onrushing conquerors. He was utterly disappointed.

"Let me tell you the true power of mind. It can not only summon the echoes of the past, but also recreate the supreme glory of the victors of yesteryear. It is a pity that you cannot understand my great wish. In that case, let it be buried with the world of annihilation and become my precious collection!"

991. The Ultimate Reflection of a Lost World

The puppet boy floated in the sky, arms outstretched, flying towards the Monument of the Gods. Like a god, he looked down upon the ascendants who had degenerated into ants in the realm of divine perception. No one could stop him from formatting this crude, flawed world.

The Heavenly Father casually summoned the verdant heart, and the crawling shadow instantly turned into dust and vanished. He then grasped the glorious heart, and the golden-feathered eagle fell like dust. As the puppet inserted the first heart into the depths of the monument, the entire divine realm trembled violently.

boom!

Vivian's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as she tried to stop the Heavenly Father, but her legs felt incredibly heavy. The bodies of the ascendants were far too weak to fully bear the concept of time, and Perentit's true form was still outside the starry sky. She could only place her hopes on Asteria and Zhang Tiange.

"It wants to shatter the Pillars of Creation. The Pantheon exists for this purpose. Without the monuments of the gods, the life of this world will be completely extinguished."

The Heavenly Father certainly has the reason and the right to do so. He created this world with the Night Mother and watched the children born into this world grow up and perish. Now this sandbox riddled with holes has no meaning, but it doesn't matter. He will do better next time!

"Lubostan, what are you waiting for!?"

Ye Lili touched the piercing wounds on her body, black blood gushing out from her body. She glared fiercely at Roland, who was unable to move, but she did not expect a dead man to do anything. He was merely conveying his anger to the ruler of another world. What truly angered her was that the Lord of the Dead still did not intend to show himself to help, and watched helplessly as the Heart of Qiluo was taken away!

"It's no use, it's no use, it's no use, it's no use, it's no use! No one can save you!"

The divine light surged several times over, and the Heavenly Father finally stopped pretending. The fanaticism in his eyes was fully exposed to the world. At this moment, he seemed even more insane than the Chaos Apostles whom he despised.

The verdant heart embedded in the monument of creation seemed to be greatly stimulated, and began to tremble violently. A distorted face was reflected in the flow of heart energy, slowly taking shape as it read the echoes of the past.

"Please welcome the first winner!"