Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Tran lay in a pool of blood, vomiting blood, weakly reaching out his hand to the little princess.

This scene is extremely ironic.

If the death of the guardian knight tore a crack in the princess's beautiful Eden, then this betrayal in exchange for kindness completely shattered her last remaining illusions about the world outside the royal court.

This kind of world... this kind of world... is not what she wanted at all!

Zinora covered her ears, not daring to look into Tran's eyes, not wanting to get close to that ugly serpent. Even executioners like Meiruo and Nolan couldn't look directly at it.

A vibrant human life was lost just like that, yet they remained indifferent.

Tran was wrong, but was killing her the right thing to do? Why is everyone doing the wrong thing?

Why can they so readily take another's life for something so trivial? Or are the weak destined to die?

Nolan sighed, sensing the intense turmoil in Chinara's heart.

She bent down, wiped the blood from the girl's face, gently straightened the little princess's skirt, and said softly, "After everything you've been through, if you still think about running away, then your guardian knight has given his life in vain for a weak queen. And I... don't need cowardly faith."

Chinara's body trembled, and she froze in shock.

Messiah's attention, however, was on Mei Ruo. Far from being afraid, she curiously approached and looked her up and down. She didn't dislike demons, at least not as much as the people of the Holy Alliance.

Mei Ruo's long hair was disheveled, revealing her small face that she had been covering for a long time.

Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, yet she was sweet and charming, her constant nervousness resembling that of a frightened fawn; she should have been very popular.

"Isn't this adorable? Why hide yourself?"

"Uh, um, I..."

Messiah tossed aside Meiruo's black hair, and upon seeing those purple pupils, she froze in astonishment, instinctively taking a step back, and exclaimed, "You...you made a deal with the devil!?"

Mei Ruo quickly covered her eyes; deep within her left pupil was a black six-pointed star mark.

Those were the marks left on her by other gods, the source of her faith.

Nolan stroked his chin, not surprised, but a little disappointed that such a promising talent had been snatched up by someone else.

This is intolerable! Absolutely intolerable!

"No, no, I... I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!"

Mei Ruo seemed to recall something terrifying; she hugged her shoulders and trembled uncontrollably, on the verge of tears.

Nolan had finished gathering his materials, stretched, and gently flicked the devil girl's nose. "Don't apologize for your excellence. In my opinion, you're much cuter than those humans who are worse than pigs and dogs!"

These words made Mei Ru blink and blush slightly. It was the first time anyone had ever praised her like that, calling her outstanding or cute.

Messiah shook his head, came to his senses, and said in a low voice, "I should be the one apologizing. No one would be tempted by the devil if they weren't desperate. I'm sorry."

Most of the rumors about the six-pointed star are terrifying; making a deal with the devil can get you anything you want, but the price is equally terrible.

The Holy Alliance and the Free Federation refer to these heretical gods as devils, lords of the abyss, and demons of all evil.

"Let's get out of here quickly."

Mei Ru shook her head and suddenly sensed a shockwave erupting from above her head.

The cave suddenly trembled violently, more violently than the slapping of a giant snake, sending boulders crashing down and dust flying everywhere.

The four of them couldn't even stand still during the fight, let alone escape.

"what happens?"

Messiah's expression changed; it seemed to be some kind of high-level secret technique erupting from the manor above her head.

Is someone trying to destroy everything here?

An earthquake of this magnitude could not have been a natural disaster. Powerful earth magic had turned both the manor's surface and underground into forbidden zones, and collapsed buildings and rubble instantly buried the caves.

The outsiders want to wipe them out completely!

109. Correcting Mistakes

Outside the abandoned manor, a group of fully armed men crouched on the hillside, watching helplessly as the fragile houses collapsed and were razed to the ground.

The earthquake's tremors were confined to the manor, but the shaking was so intense that the ground beneath one's feet was reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye.

A dwarf smacked his lips, grabbed a tiny child by the neck with his iron-like right hand, and asked menacingly, "Are you sure they're inside?"

"It's absolutely true, boss!"

The little one nodded vigorously.

He only had a level three soul spirit and was just a gofer in the Double-Edged Sword Mercenary Group, following the four girls from the Red Soil all the way here.

"That's good!"

The dwarf grinned maliciously, his face contorted in a grotesque expression.

Contrary to the image of dwarves as fiery and aggressive in most people's minds, the leader of the Double-Edged Sword Mercenary Group is just as cunning and treacherous as any human.

Instead of confronting the group of students of unknown origin in the bar, he chose to find out the situation before launching a ruthless sneak attack.

The dwarf dropped the earthquake spell scroll, grabbed his battle axe, and said with a pained expression, "They're doomed!"

Level 8 secret scrolls aren't cheap, but their intuition told these bandits from the original plane that they could definitely make their money back from these four girls!

The other mercenaries weren't so keen, complaining, "Huh? Does that mean we can't enjoy it? I haven't even tasted the flavor of a noble lady yet!"

"Washing the body clean is the same, while it's still hot!"

"What if I get smashed into mincemeat?"

"Damn it, they even took the meat sauce! We have to get revenge!"

"......"

As the earthquake subsided, the mercenaries shouted and explored down the slope, eagerly searching for corpses in the ruins, all wanting to be the first to loot the spoils.

No one believed that the group of frail young ladies could escape unscathed; an eighth-level secret technique was a devastating blow to a sixth-level class.

Under the moonlight, the ruins of the manor were nothing but stones and wood chips; there was not a soul in sight.

Have those four girls disappeared?

The dwarf angrily picked up the little one, thinking he had wasted an eighth-level secret technique scroll, when he heard someone shout.

"Boss, there's a hole!"

A group of people crowded around, looking at each other, all stunned.

The dwarf roared, "What are you standing there for! Dig! I don't believe they can hide underground forever!"

The narrow entrance to the cave was completely covered by boulders and mud. A group of strong mercenaries wielded their weapons, hacking and digging, and it took them a lot of effort to finally break through the hole.

The crypt lies beneath the manor, a dark and deep cave that exudes a strange odor. Adults must crouch to move forward, but dwarves do not.

The mercenary, carrying a torch, slid into the cave and immediately saw bones scattered all over the ground and the corpse of a large snake covered in sand.

"Holy crap, this is a monster's lair!"

Everyone was startled and drew their weapons, but what happened next made their eyes light up and they burst out laughing.

Deep inside the cave, the four girls were indeed there, their delicate bodies mostly buried under mud and rocks, looking extremely disheveled.

The previously arrogant silver-haired girl stood in front of the other two girls with her sword, her arms and shoulders injured by stones, covered in blood, and she fell to the ground in a sorry state.

The other three were in no better shape, looking disheveled and dejected, still reeling from the powerful earthquake waves.

They seemed to have just killed a monster before being buried underground by the earthquake; they had no strength left to resist.

They were lucky; all four little girls and the spoils were theirs!

"Haha! These four beautiful ladies are in trouble. Do you need our help?"

The dwarf laughed heartily, beaming with pride, while the other mercenaries smirked lewdly, their eyes burning with lust.

The Kentao plane hasn't had such plump lambs delivered to its doorstep in a long time. So what if they're powerful? So what if they're of noble status? They still have to obediently lie at their feet.

"Our Double-Edged Sword Mercenary Group is the most hospitable. Take good care of the four young ladies and let them fully experience the local customs and culture!"

The dwarf shouted, and the mercenaries, who could no longer contain their hunger, immediately rushed forward.

These high-end goods are too precious to kill. Even if you get tired of them, you can sell them to the slave market and make a fortune!

Nolan coldly observed the group of dimensional parasites, gently twisting his neck without any surprise or delight.

No, I was too soft-hearted. I should have killed them all in the tavern...

The beautiful goddess overestimated her power and underestimated the greed and madness of the bandits.

Mei Ruo's lower body was buried in the soil, and she could not get free for a while. There was blood on the corner of her mouth. She had also been seriously injured by the earthquake waves and falling rocks.

Messiah fell into a coma, his brow furrowed as he collapsed into Zenora's arms.

Neither offense nor defense is the area of ​​expertise of the supplicant. If it weren't for her blessing of the water spirit, the four of them would have suffered serious injuries.

This scene reminded Zinora of something, her eyes filled with terror, and she shrank back against the wall, never wanting to relive the horrific massacre of her first night in Isherland.

But the little knight's haggard and near-death appearance made the princess feel extremely distressed.

Once again, she became a burden to her lover...

Why do people hurt each other?

A fierce rage surged within the girl's pure heart; it was her resentment and questioning of this twisted world.

If the world repays trust with betrayal, what should be used to repay shameless thugs?

The black flames on the girl's chest swelled like wild grass, and the Chaos Mark heard her call.

"Unforgivable!"

Chinara licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, the struggle in her eyes slowly fading, replaced by savagery and madness.

She didn't want to harm others, nor did she want to be harmed herself; it seemed she had no choice but to escape.

But what if the perpetrator is just a beast in human skin?

The kindness and innocence that Zenora once held for the world are now matched by her fury, which is violently veering towards another extreme of collapse.

An unusual, anxious spirit was silently building up in the air. Just as the mercenaries rushed forward, a blinding beam of light burst forth from the cave, so bright that they couldn't open their eyes.