Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Barry shook his head. Seeing that he was not going to survive, he gripped the broken sword and struggled to his feet, trying to serve his master one last time.

"Do you... know who she is?"

"Nonsense! If we weren't waiting for you to leave the prime plane, why would we be here!"

A tall, thin man slowly emerged from the darkness; the one who had launched the sneak attack was this cunning sorcerer.

The trembling girl shuddered, filled with regret.

It was she who, against her mother's wishes, begged Barry to secretly enroll her in St. Lenza's school, thus escaping the other guards, and that's how they ended up in this mess.

The grey-robed sorcerer snapped his fingers and said, "It's my turn to ask you, young Grand Knight Commander. Do you know how much a living Princess Zinora can fetch?"

The others also began to smirk.

"Boss, as long as it's alive, it's fine, right? Then let's enjoy it first. High elves are a rare commodity."

"No rush, take turns, everyone has a chance."

"Ha ha ha ha......"

"dross!"

The Knight of Energy roared, but before he could raise his broken sword, he was enveloped by a huge shadow.

A burly, shirtless man descended from the sky, slamming into Barry's back with tremendous force, creating a large crater. He then forcefully pressed down on Barry's head, roaring as the elven knight's head exploded like a watermelon.

The elven girl screamed in terror, tears streaming down her face, unable to accept the cruelty before her.

The guardian knight who had accompanied her since childhood, that strong and reliable man, was brutally murdered right before her eyes by this group of butchers!

"Lady Asteria, your loyal servant and eternal believer, Zenora, begs you to punish these thugs with divine wrath!"

The girl clasped her hands together, praying helplessly to the sky, her golden eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

This further fueled the assassins' arrogant laughter.

"Asteria of the Seven Luminaries, Perentitan of Eternal Time, Anuba, God of War, Balashimir, Mother of Night... Come on, little princess, recite the true names of all the gods you know, and pray to them as you please!"

The gray-robed man pulled the blanket off the girl, instantly exposing her flawless face to his burning gaze.

Her exquisite features, pointed ears, and alluringly delicate body caused everyone's breath to catch in their throats for a second.

The gray-robed man grabbed Zinora's chin and sneered, "Keep going, aren't you? Even if the legendary Destroyer of All Realms came in person today, he couldn't save you!"

The assassin's laughter was so piercing that it made it hard for Zinora to breathe, and tears streamed down her face like broken pearls.

Why did she have to go through all this?

Why do the gods condone all these evil deeds?

Was it because her faith was not faithful enough?

If not, where is her god when her people need protection?

Boundless despair enveloped Zenora, dragging her into an abyss where she utterly lost her faith.

Just then, a melodious female voice drifted over.

Do you want to live?

Following the sound, the tearful elf girl turned her head and saw a bystander sitting on a tree stump by the campfire.

Nolan remained unmoved, seemingly oblivious to the horrific scene around him.

The surrounding grass was eroded by the flames, but everything remained normal within half a meter of her.

The gray-robed man was also surprised that someone had escaped the fire rain unharmed; what a lucky native.

The blast wave blew open the hood, revealing Nolan's dazzling silver hair and slender figure hidden beneath the cloak.

The burly man, his hands covered in blood, scratched the back of his head and said in surprise, "Huh, it's actually a woman. Not bad, not bad. I was worried that Princess Zinora wouldn't be able to withstand my playing for long before she died. She's mine now, and you're not allowed to take her from me!"

Just as he was about to reach out and grab the girl's collar, a ball of black fire quietly crept up his fingers the moment he touched the cloak.

"What... Ah--------!"

The burly man collapsed to the ground, letting out a heart-wrenching scream, seemingly in extreme pain.

In the blink of an eye, the black flames spread to his entire hand. He tried to pat it off, but the flames got everywhere. In the end, he was completely engulfed by the black flames and rolled around on the ground.

In just a moment, the screams grew fainter and fainter, and they melted away silently in the black flames.

A level nine Earth Soul Warrior vanished without a trace, not even leaving ashes behind...

The others around were dumbfounded, watching this scene unfold before their eyes, unable to explain it using any of their knowledge.

Before I knew it, I was drenched in cold sweat.

The girl didn't make a move at all, and there was no spiritual fluctuation whatsoever. This was the first time they had ever encountered such a bizarre situation.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I hit too hard. I'm so sorry."

The silver-haired girl revealed a devilish, eerie smile and said this.

8. From this day forward, I am your god.

The silver-haired girl revealed a devilish, eerie smile and said this.

"Hmm, right, I should only have level four soul fluctuations right now, I almost forgot."

"You don't belong to this plane. Who are you?!"

The gray-robed man took two steps back with Zinora, the contempt on his face vanishing, and he secretly formed runes in his palm, condensing a scorching fireball.

Nolan ignored everyone else, rested his chin on his hand, stared at Zinora with a mocking expression, and once again uttered a startling statement.

"I'll ask you one more time, do you want to live, no matter the cost?"

The silver-haired girl's mysterious murmurs, like a dream, lingered in the elf girl's mind.

Anger and sorrow have consumed his heart, his unwavering faith has crumbled, leaving only the instinct for survival... and revenge!

She would hold on tightly to even the smallest straw.

The little princess bit her lip and nodded slightly, as if she had accepted some kind of lifelong contract and was willing to give everything for the silver-haired girl.

Nolan instantly understood the meaning behind the tears of grief, nodded in satisfaction, and stood up.

"Stand still and don't move, otherwise I can't guarantee Your Highness's safety."

The gray-robed man pressed his hand against Zinora's throat. Although he couldn't determine the level of the other's spiritual fluctuations, he felt a bone-chilling cold and a subtle sense of emptiness.

He hadn't heard of this girl in his intelligence reports. Besides the young knight she grew up with, did Zinora have another guardian?

That'll cost extra!

Emptiness is nothingness, nothing at all.

In that brief moment of distraction, the silver-haired girl had vanished from my sight.

The sorcerer's vision went black, as if his world had been suddenly shut down, the lights went out, the curtain fell, and the curtain fell on its end.

"What?"

The gray-robed man's lips parted slightly, but he could no longer utter a sound, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

Nolan held his head and slowly placed it in the hands of the shocked elf girl, then looked at the remaining assassins.

"Remember, from today onwards you belong to me. I am your god."

Without any warning, the heads of the assassins who had been so arrogant just moments before fell to the ground one after another, as if they were never meant to be on their necks.

Nolan never actually made a move; her focus was solely on erasing the cause and effect of everything.

This has gone beyond the scope of combat and turned into a one-sided massacre. Secret techniques are utterly useless, and martial arts are of no use whatsoever.

In front of the silver-haired girl, a group of extradimensional powerhouses with an average level of eight were like livestock at the mercy of others.

Is she a ferryman of souls, the Grim Reaper?

Zinora's lips moved, but she couldn't speak.

The silver-haired girl was not lying; she truly possessed the power to change the course of events, and she immediately fulfilled her promise.

Having done all this, Nolan withdrew his gaze, and the restless Chaos Mark shrank back into his towering chest.

"Let's go."

"Huh? Oh."

Chinara nodded blankly, still unable to accept reality.

Is she dreaming?

Tears still clung to her cheeks, the Great Knight Commander's body was barely cold, and the thick stench of blood and trembling legs served as stark reminders of the reality of this night for Zenora.

The little princess glanced at Barry with reluctance, but instinct told her that it would be too late if she didn't leave now. So she prayed softly, said sorry to herself, and chased after the mysterious girl's back.

The young Grand Knight Commander could have had a bright future ahead of him, but now he lies buried in a foreign land...

Not long after the two left, a dark shadow swiftly swept across the plain and stopped at the ruins of the camp.

In the firelight, the old man's crisp tailcoat made him look like a nocturnal bat. If Nolan were here, he would certainly recognize him and jokingly ask him why his old, calloused legs could run so fast.

The Duchess couldn't bear to let Josephine follow her dog husband's orders and fend for herself, so she sent her most trusted old butler to secretly protect her.

Corpses don't lie; the horrific scene here tells the story of what the victims went through.

Strangely, there were several other corpses of alien races that clearly did not belong to Iselan, as well as a gruesomely murdered elven knight.

These people were quite powerful. The old steward frowned, his usually kind face turning incredibly grim. If anything happened to the second young lady, he would kill this group and their master, even if it meant tracking them all the way to the main plane.

"Sunlight Elf?"

The old man crouched down and probed the headless body of Barry, then looked into the distance with a puzzled expression.

The detection coordinates left on the two Qiaos indicated that their vital signs had been normal without any abnormalities, which is why he arrived late.

The second group died cleanly and efficiently; even the butler couldn't guarantee he could have done better against such a group of ruthless thugs.

So who saved the young lady, and what exactly happened here...?

At dawn, the two girls followed the Traveler's Road to the edge of the plain, where the majestic city on the highlands far from the valley was just ahead.