Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

With the Father's panting, the Mind Energy Fluid loaded the reflection of the Ruined King into shape. It was a pool of writhing green liquid, which existed in human form, constantly gathering and dispersing, with countless plants and flowers parasitizing its surface. It was actually an elemental life form!

The elemental lifeform trembled, a crack appearing on its head from which a bloodshot eyeball emerged, shrouded in dense shadows and utterly devoid of reason. Even the icy blue song could not extinguish its resentment; instead, it only made the verdant lord more frenzied, emitting a sharp cry from its giant mouth full of flowers.

At this moment, the first challenger made a bold appearance. Batian abandoned Perish and took three steps across the Arena of the Gods, descending from the sky. He punched the back of the puppet, and his annihilation aura strongly invaded. He used his sword-shaped conceptual weapon to resist the divine oracle of the Heavenly Father.

The puppet boy didn't turn around, nor did he intend to issue any decrees; his eerie smile sent chills down one's spine.

The flower stamen beside the Lord of Emeralds trembled, sensing the threat as well. Thus, a large number of vines sprouted from beneath his feet, growing wildly and climbing until they covered the entire Monument of the Gods, blocking the path between the Heavenly Father and the Overlord.

"Tsk."

Zhang Tiange had no choice but to change his sword stance, tearing through the air with his bare hands, cutting through thorns and brambles. However, the shattered vines grew even faster, and the green ocean formed a wave that instantly swallowed him up and slammed him hard onto the Monument of the Gods!

"A good attempt. Even I wasn't confident of defeating the first victor in the past. Its conceptual weaponry can perfectly interpret the meaning of life. Your destructive power, which you are so proud of, is nothing in the Verdant World."

The Heavenly Father looked down from above, offering his condescending comments: "At least this kid is a decent player; the others can't even make a move."

Despite the Tyrant's continued struggle, using his annihilation aura to erode the shadows of the past, the green ocean surged wave after wave, leaving him powerless to retaliate. The Ascended Ones were even more horrified; even the God-King of the Annihilation World could not overcome the echoes of the past. Just what terrifying fragments of memory had the Heavenly Father summoned?!

"There's no time for you to weigh things. Even if you offer your pure heart now, it won't let you go. There's no place for us on the Ark of the New World!"

Vivian urged anxiously, her dazzling starlight gazing directly at the sky as she summoned her true form to descend. Beside her, Asteria gritted her teeth and said angrily, "It's just a reflection!"

"One? No, no, no, so what if it's just an afterimage? This is the memory of the Destroyer of All Realms. It truly preserves the venerable figures of all the fallen kings, and I have perfectly replicated them here!"

The Father opened his palm and embedded the remaining two hearts into the Monument of Creation. The green ocean immediately parted to make way. Just when everyone was in despair, a wisp of emerald wave split off, like a giant hand striking the Arena of the Gods.

Its target was not the pale-faced Fenrir, but the Crimson Tide Black Knight. The green claws of the vines grabbed the puppet armor, and the thicket of thorns nailed the silent Invincible to the Monument of the Gods!

Heart of Glory, Heart of Crimson Tide, Heart of Lapis Lazuli—without the slightest hesitation, the Heavenly Father unleashed the most perfect form of the Destroyer of All Realms from his memories.

"Take it. This is my mercy. In the face of overwhelming power, it would be cruel to leave you even the slightest hope. You shouldn't have provoked me."

The vortex of mind energy was absorbed by the Monument of the Gods, and the next second, three materialized conceptual afterimages emerged from it. The Lord of Glory appeared as a burly harpy, his golden feathers completely shrouded in shadow. The Lord of Lapis Lazuli was a tall woman wearing a ghost mask and holding a dragon hammer several times her own size.

The final reflection sent shivers down Ye Liliu's spine, not from fear, but from uncontrollable rage.

There were actually two Lords of the Crimson Tide. One was a thin young man who was holding the hand of another silver-haired girl. The boy wore a strange cloak with the Eye of Heaven engraved on his back, while the girl was surrounded by an inky black tide, and they were inseparable.

"Wangu, kill him for me!"

Ye Lili screamed in madness, her face contorted, and black ink gushed from her mouth as the power of the curse poured out violently. Facing her own reflection, despite her heavy steps and inability to completely shake off the divine decree, she still obeyed and faced the Lord of the Crimson Tide.

The Heavenly Father chuckled. This scene did not surprise him. However, neither Xiaoye nor he were the same people they used to be. They had no chance of winning in this sealed area, especially since their opponent was the former victor.

At this moment, starlight also passed through the black hole and shone into the Hall of Gods, arriving here by means of void turbulence. The twelve-sided star map surrounded Vivian. It wasn't just the Night Mother who was preparing for a final battle.

But soon the Father's interest was drawn to another former loyal servant. The goddess of the seven planets breathed heavily, realizing she was no match for the Lord of Glory, and could only place her hopes on something she herself did not quite understand.

992. Eternal Starlight

But soon the Father's interest was drawn to another former loyal servant. The Seven Luminaries Goddess breathed heavily, realizing she was no match for the Lord of Glory, and could only pin her hopes on something she herself didn't quite understand. Her right hand pierced through her divine robes and into her towering chest, and from the rainbow light she took out the ancient divine book that Lokryn never parted with. No one had ever imagined that her trump card was hidden in the weak Holy Son.

"Oh? You're planning to give it a try too? I used to think so highly of you, that your understanding of the world would surpass Cantimiius's."

Asteria clutched the divine scripture tightly, as if embracing a pure heart, feeling slightly at ease, even though she had not yet found the key to unlocking the mystery of spiritual energy.

What kind of memories did the Destroyer of All Realms preserve within it?

"Come on, a thief is still a thief, and his bad habits are hard to change. Let's see if you can steal my spoils of victory."

The Heavenly Father beckoned with his finger, and the harpy warriors raised their heads and charged forward, their golden spears carrying shockwaves that pressed down on the Arena of the Gods.

The sharp conceptual weapon directly pierced through the barrier of the divine realm, forming layers of spatial folds. It seemed that even the domain of the divine senser could not restrain the powerful posture of the reflection. If it were the true Lord of Glory, it would probably be even stronger than the Heavenly Father!

Astetaya's gaze burned brightly. The moment she gripped the divine tome, she seemed to regain her divine power. A seven-colored halo surrounded her immortal divine body, and she floated up into the sky in a rainbow pillar of light. She murmured the melody of runes, illuminating the divine tome with the light of truth and reflecting it into the sky. Elemental halos condensed into violent shockwaves, and boundless divine power echoed through the heavens with a majestic and awe-inspiring sound.

hum!

The golden concept spiral armor arrived in an instant, but the rainbow light crumbled upon contact, unable to hold on for even a moment.

The Glorious Lord raised his golden spear high, flapped his wings and shrieked. Asteria was suspended from the spearhead, golden divine blood slowly dripping from her abdomen, her immortal body easily pierced.

Someone actually tried to use the rules of the game created by the Heavenly Father to fight against the defeated king of another world. Asteria's naive actions amused the doll boy, who enjoyed watching the loser's futile struggle.

"Ridiculous. I didn't directly steal your chips to make this game more challenging. It allowed me to see the primordial concepts of this world from different perspectives and to further my understanding of the game rules by referring to yours, not to make you laugh. Did you really think you stole the Pure Heart from that piece of trash flawlessly?"

The Heavenly Father pointed to the ruins of the Sun Guardian Dome, and with a snap of his fingers, Asteria's neck was bound by an elemental light rope, hanging in the center of the rainbow pillar. Not only was she betrayed by the truth she possessed, but she was also being hanged in front of the entire Pantheon!

As for the divine book, it undoubtedly fell into the puppet's palm again. As the Heavenly Father turned to the first page, the elemental rings on the page interlocked and condensed into brilliant mental energy, radiating pure light.

The Heavenly Father toyed with the Heart of Clarity, not in a hurry to summon the Lord of Clarity, but simply continued to play with the immobilized audience. He glanced at Roland and said mockingly, "Asteria, your understanding of mental energy is even less than that of Lubostan. It... has come infinitely close to the true meaning of death. If it were here, it might be able to defeat the Lord of Verdant Lands. Of course, it's just a possibility."

At this moment, the evil spirit commander's pupils contracted slightly, and his stiff chest rapidly expanded, as if something was crawling out of Roland's body. His ribs rubbed and cracked, and a black coffin squeezed out rotten flesh and blood, which landed in the center of the arena.

Roland collapsed with a thud, his torn chest a mess, but his soul had not yet dissipated. He was powerless to reverse the war. He lay on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief, and could only watch helplessly as the master of the kingdom of the dead awoke from his coffin.

The coffin lid was silently moved aside, and a wisp of floating soul emerged from the bottom of the coffin. It was a short, transparent person. Not to mention a face, even the shape seemed non-existent. If it weren't for a gray cloth covering it, no one could even see the outline of the Lord of the Dead.

"I was wondering when you'd dare to face me directly. What, did my praise give you confidence?"

The Heavenly Father glanced at the Monument to the Gods. At this moment, Ye Liliu was no match for his past remnants. Wan Gu was also ravaged by the God of Heavenly Light and was a bloody mess. Tess, however, stood there, stunned. She neither killed Alicia nor delivered the final blow to the deceased, which greatly disappointed him.

The ghost spoke; the voice of the Lord of the Dead was delicate and gentle, its divine nature indistinguishable. Just hearing it made one drowsy, yet it was incredibly humble and devout.

"Of course not, great Creator God, I have come to personally offer you my dusty heart."

The Father paused, momentarily stunned, his expression strange, as he watched Lubostan take a wisp of mist from under the gray cloth, gently blow it, and push it toward the Monument of the Gods.

"You don't actually think you can kneel down and beg that guy for forgiveness now, do you!?"

Ye Lili screamed in fury, betrayed once again, and now they had no bargaining chips left.

At the same time, the Seven Luminaries Goddess on the gallows bit her lip, her eyes fierce. The elemental runes hidden in her pure heart suddenly detonated, and a rainbow flame burst forth from the afterimage of her heart energy, shattering the throne that the Heavenly Father had held for thousands of years. The rainbow flame covered the puppet's body and burned his outer robe to ashes.

The last ray of elemental light was exceptionally strong, even the lush vines that entwined the monument were eroded by the sea of ​​fire, while the charred black puppet, its head tilted by the elemental fire, was still speaking.

"You are the best at using petty tricks, so you will never see the whole picture of the world; you are too narrow-minded!"

As the Father spoke, the divine oracle descended, and with a gentle clap of his hands, the rainbow pillar of light was instantly repelled by space and compressed into a flat plane. The struggling Asteria, along with the gallows, was compressed into a mural, floating in the sky above the Pantheon. No matter how the seven goddesses pounded and screamed, they could not escape.

Lubostan lingered silently around the black coffin, not seizing the opportunity to counterattack, but Perentitan could not find a better time than now. The shining stars passed through the black hole and landed on the Monument of the Gods.

boom!

A dense meteor shower bombarded the Pillar of Creation, helping Batian temporarily escape the vines' reach. However, this angered the Azure Lord and the Glorious Lord, who unleashed a golden spiral that pierced space, sending a wave of life sweeping away.

What was most surprising was that neither the Brilliant Armor nor the Verdant Armor seemed to be able to compare with the power of the stars. The harpies and the twisted green liquid retreated one after another under the shock of the meteor shower. The concept of the Lord of Time's armor amazed everyone, including the Heavenly Father.

The star map blotted out the sun, looming over the Pantheon. The monster that soared between time and interstellar space was the Eternal Time Dragon. Perentit's immortal divine body was one with the stars, like a silver-winged serpent, formed from specks of starlight, seemingly an illusory spirit. He faced two ruined kings alone without being at a disadvantage, and had no need to peek into the mysteries of the Azure Heart!

"Ha, I never thought I'd misjudge someone. If it weren't for me, this should have been your golden age. What a pity."

The Father smiled knowingly, his charred face showing no sign of pain. He casually tossed out the Dusty Heart and the Pure Heart, and the two hearts eventually merged into the Pillar of Creation, summoning the reflections of the past.

993. Prizes

The memory resurfaced as the Gray Mist Shadow Demon wielding a sword and shield and the Thumb-Armor Man clad in a dazzling deep helmet joined the battlefield. Their unique concept of weaponry cut through the star map, and the surging gray mist shattered countless meteors. Although the armored man was small, he moved as fast as lightning, flashing and dodging with the clear rays of light. In an instant, he arrived in front of Perentitan and with a light sweep of his nail-snip-like weapon, he severed the head of the Starlight Dragon Spirit!

Before Batian could catch his breath, he was confronted by the Lord of Qiluo. The dragon hammer and the sword clashed and collided, and the annihilation flames seemed unable to penetrate the distorted field around the Ghost-Faced Lady.

The next second, time reversed, the golden spiral returned to the harpy's hand, and the gray mist was swallowed back into the Shadow Demon's belly. The Lord of the Dark Rose looked at the dragon hammer in her hand and fell silent.

Starlight Dragon has chosen another timeline to traverse the black hole, enter Purgatory, and exit the sealed domain. At the same time, Zhang Tiange also realized this. He turned around and ran to the edge of the arena, attempting to find himself in a situation where combat would be restricted everywhere.

Perentit's gaze was calm as she watched the Lord of Glory and the Lord of Verdant Green approach with composure. Her infinite tolerance for error was not invincible. If she could not judge the attack range and conceptual armament of the Lord of Purity, it would be difficult to get close to the Monument of the Gods.

Perentit and Batian retreated into Purgatory to fight back. The reflection of the Ruined King was equally fearless. However, even with the addition of the Lord of the Dead, the players of Annihilation World still had no chance of winning. Ye Liliu would soon be defeated by himself, and the Heavenly Father did not even make a move.

"I have indeed witnessed your perfect vision firsthand, and I have lost."

Lubostan was very frank, seemingly unconcerned about winning or losing. In his hands, the mind could only be used as a bridge between life and death, how superficial.

"It's a wise decision, but it's a bit boring."

The Heavenly Father sighed with regret, raised his hands, and looked on with fascination, already waiting to take the torch of destruction from the Destroyer of All Realms. No one could stop his blueprint for evolution.

"Is there nothing we can do?"

Deep within purgatory, on the edge of the throne of the Chaos, Queen Zenora frowned, while Messiah remained immersed in the Azure Echoes, unable to awaken.

Skuld shrugged, pointed at the disheveled Eternal Beast God, and said, "Do you think you're stronger than the watchdog of Purgatory? Staying here and doing nothing is a huge help. We can't let the Azure Heart fall into that guy's hands again."

There are seven other ruined kings as powerful as the Heavenly Father, including him in the past; even Azure Heart cannot dispel such powerful shadows of the past.

The Eternal Time Dragon and the newly crowned God King are locked in a fierce battle. The Night Mother and her loyal hounds are clearly on the verge of defeat, and the Seven Luminaries Goddess is on the execution ground as a prisoner. Meanwhile, the Lord of the Dead chooses to give up resistance and calmly welcome the final chapter of the dawn.

The survivors in the Arena of the Gods felt utterly hopeless. The so-called mercy of the Heavenly Father was to eradicate everyone's wishful thinking in the most cruel way. No matter the past, present, or future, mortals had nothing to cherish.

The charred doll moved its neck, looking through the black hole toward the direction of the Chaos Throne. Only one more anima was needed before the Pillar of Creation behind it would collapse.

As if sensing something, the Heavenly Father's eyes lit up, and he stood up.

The glorious light of the heavens suddenly dimmed, because the scorched earth of the purgatory ignored the divine decree and burned across the arena of the gods, spreading rapidly and invading the forbidden domain. The dying ancient beast god was bathed in the flames of annihilation, and its divine power surged, making a comeback. Its disheveled body twitched slightly and instantly expanded into a boiling blood giant crocodile, opening its blood-red maw to pounce on the Lord of the Crimson Tide.

The ascendants were freed from the sealed domain and regained control of their bodies. However, this conceptual contest was no longer relevant to them. Truth is the Father's armor, and no one can harm its master with divine power.

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed through the air as a massive rift suddenly cleaved the Pantheon, revealing a deep void. The overwhelming celestial light retreated to both sides, as if the very top of the sky had been split in two.

Someone stepped into the raging torrents and walked toward the throne. She had silver hair and red eyes, a bright and pretty face, and her clean school uniform stood out.

"Finally...finally!"

As the realm of the divine senser gradually dissipated, the Heavenly Father was instead incredibly excited. The fervor in his eyes was also ignited to its peak by the flames of nothingness. As he watched Nolan step onto the ladder of the chosen ones and walk step by step toward him, his body trembled uncontrollably.

What is she trying to do?

Curtis helped Yero up, his expression tense. The arrival of the Lord of Chaos was by no means a good omen for this broken world.

Nolan glanced at the Black Knight nailed to the Pillar of Creation, nodded, and said, "Although someone interfered along the way, hastening the end of this game, you have indeed won, once again."

The Destroyer of All Realms had no intention of doing anything. Her calm voice was completely undisturbed. Her stance had never been one of good or evil, nor did she have any obligation to maintain order. When she returned to Purgatory to reclaim all the lost powers and divinity, it meant that she would once again become an observer detached from the sandbox.

"This isn't your first victory, so I don't need to waste my energy teaching you how to do it. Choose your spoils, master of the world of annihilation."

The girl curled the corners of her lips into a sweet smile. Her approval caused the puppet to reveal a strange smile as well. This chaos was the apocalyptic spectacle that the destroyers of all realms longed for, and they felt the pleasure in it.

Astetraya in the rainbow mural was still cursing and raging, but Nolan could no longer hear her. Lubostan's ghost watched curiously from the side. The great man didn't mind the Father's transgression at all, and even acknowledged the unique identity of the Annihilation Victor.