Retired god king transferred to witch idol manager

Fen Ruier sighed, and was still in a joking mood, "No wonder Huangyan Province fell so suddenly. It turns out that Prince William still has you as a young man. I said before that I don't like this green tea bitch, and you still say I am Careful, it shouldn’t be considered an afterthought when it’s brought up now, right?”

The Battle of Feather Ji Victoria was once loyal to Lord Huangyan, and the current owner is probably the devil~

Li Qingqiu gave a wry smile, the four holy liches lined up, the head of the ogre was beside him, plus a traitor, it was inevitable to feel a little hopeless in such a situation.

Victoria clenched her small fists, pouted her mouth aggrievedly, and cried, "It's not good to speak ill of others behind their backs, I hate you!"

"Mouth area!"

Fen Rui'er made a gesture of wanting to vomit, and took half a step back to dodge, a light arrow was nailing where she had just landed.

"Hehe, I read you right, you really won't abandon us, and you have to run back to die like this. Fortunately, you are a fool, otherwise I will be punished."

Victoria pursed her lips and smiled coquettishly, and then mocked Curtis, who was obsessed with her, wanting to see more ridiculous expressions on her face.

"Why, because your blood is so dirty that it's useless?"

Fen Ruier's heart moved, Victoria seemed to be of no use at the altar, that's why Curtis and Nagulan's blood was needed.

"Shut up! What qualifications do you slave have to tell me what to do!?"

But these words seemed to hit Victoria's vital point, and the little girl's eyes became fierce and jealous, as if she had a deep grudge against the king and sisters, but she never showed it.

Victoria is not the most beautiful, nor the strongest, nor the most popular among the Twelve Hour Jihad Girls. She is just the most uncharacteristic saintess, who will never be blessed and favored by the Goddess Qiyao.

Now, she is not even qualified for the blood of the loyal saint who broke the elemental seal, and Victoria is already in a state of despair.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Arrows of light rained down from the sky, covering the three of them.

Buzz -----!

The lame Curtis shook the ground with a punch, and the power of the extraordinary sage shook the entire altar, smashing countless arrows of light in an instant.

"Turn back, sister, don't make the same mistakes again and again..."

There was a hint of sadness on that handsome and handsome face, and the eyes that looked at Victoria were heartbroken, but still full of pity and love.

"You know, what I hate the most is that you look at me like this!"

Victoria's expression turned cold, and she waved her hands impatiently. She completely lost the mood to play, and said angrily, "You're so troublesome, you ugly bastards are all going to die! As long as you are all dead, I can return to the Holy Alliance to serve you!" Sir Serentia is here to serve!"

"No, they are still valuable. It's not up to you to make a decision. After bathing in the blood pool, they will become the weapon of Lord Dark Lich!"

The leader of the lich shook his head, stopped the ogre head of state, the golden king touched his head, and sat down regretfully, it seems that the human meat skewers can't wait.

"Ok."

Victoria pouted, put away her bow and arrow, and watched from the sidelines.

As far as she knew, creatures other than demons would only end up worse if they bathed in the pool of the blood demon god!

"You don't want to succeed!"

Curtis braced himself and Fen Ruier slammed into Wuguang, but the magic circle did not move at all, but became denser.

At this time, the scarlet blood dripping from the wasteland of the saint suddenly glowed brightly, and the other two demons wearing black robes and masks took out an hourglass-like container and poured a large amount of blood inside. It was Li Qingqiu and Na Gulan. of blood.

The ceremony has been completed unconsciously!

"Let's boil, roar, rise, the servant of eternity is here calling your real name... Shun!"

The aura of the three jihad girls became weaker and weaker, and there was no way to break through. They couldn't understand the devil's language, but felt that the cry of the four liches was chilling. Something terrible was about to happen because of this recklessness.

Hiss!

Suddenly, the ruins trembled violently, and the black soil under the three people's feet folded into waves and was pulled away like a carpet.

"Space... folds?"

Before such an unbelievable scene happened, they did not fall, but were suspended in the air.

461. instant

"Space... folds?"

Before such an unbelievable scene happened, they did not fall, but were suspended in the air.

The three streams of blood merged into one, seeping into the depths of the altar like hot magma.

"Rise up!"

With a cry, the relics and wasteland in the field of vision folded rapidly, the dim light twisted into curves, and the space could no longer maintain a stable shape.

"Oh my god, I'm flying!"

"Stupid, it's us, we're flying!"

The two heads of the golden ogre couldn't stop screaming, its bulky body broke away from the altar, and floated in the air uncontrollably. The bone staff waved the spell but exploded in the opposite direction.

Victoria's complexion changed slightly, her six wings spread out but she couldn't fly, everyone seemed to break free from the shackles of the plane together, and were fixed in the tomb of the demon god in the Netherland.

This is different from what she imagined. Shouldn't the dead god be dead? Why is he still so powerful! ?

On the other hand, the four liches bowed their heads and bowed their heads in a kneeling posture, but they were still trembling, with no intention of resisting at all.

"No, the White Demon God sealed here...is Shun!"

Li Qingqiu's pupils shrank suddenly, and he spat out a certain complicated demonic syllable in horror.

She is familiar with divine scriptures and ancient books of the world, and is proficient in mystical knowledge. Of course, she is also very familiar with space-jumping devils.

"what does that mean?"

Fen Ruier and Curtis looked at each other in blank dismay. They usually don't study hard, but now they are so anxious that they can't do anything.

What do you mean?

That means that they have caused a catastrophe. Not only will they die, but they will also cause trouble for the Holy Alliance!

Li Qingqiu, who was imprisoned in the air, had terrified eyes. Shun was not the most powerful among the eight demon gods, but he was definitely the most dangerous one.

The blood of the saint broke the elemental seal, and also brought about drastic changes in the space. The trivial tricks of mortals immediately lost their effect in the face of the power of truth, and they could not resist the divine right at all.

The three sacrifices floated in the center of the altar, and fell into the distorted space first. The space coordinates here were completely scattered. The sky and the earth were connected together, and the top of their heads was the sole of their feet. As a result, their bodies were also distorted and elongated, and their human shapes could not be seen.

"This this......"

In Curtis' sight, each other is a blurred vortex, like a mass of colorful paint being muddied by someone, and together with the space, it becomes plasticine that can be manipulated by anyone. The strange thing is that there is no pain or injury.

Among them, there is only one thing that is different, and everyone can see it very clearly, and it is not affected by the distorted space.

There was a void under the altar, and only then did Fen Ruier notice that there was another "person" floating under her feet. His body shape was the same as that of ordinary people, but he was a demon with the characteristics of the White Demons.

The white demon man closed his eyes, with white horns growing on both sides like bull horns, but his body was divided into two halves by a smooth incision, and half of his body was gone along with the white bone wings.

No matter how you look at it, this is a "dead person", but the white devil's face is peaceful, but he seems to be asleep.

If you guessed right, it is the White Demon God buried in Netherland, Shun.

"Is it... still alive?"

Curtis's heart beat faster, and the tomahawk he depended on turned into slender noodles. At this moment, he was completely hopeless of surviving. For the first time in his life, he felt such a strong sense of helplessness.

The light and lawful camp won a complete victory in the battle of gods. The gods joined hands to kill the seventh of the eight demon gods, leaving only the necrotic demon god Chronos exiled to the end of the world together with the abyss...

This is a well-known story of the Holy Alliance, but now the epic of justice is presented before the eyes of the Four Liches, and is personally shattered by the mad warrior princess.

"It is stated in the divine scriptures that all the gods are immortal, and the gods who passed away just lost their shells, sealed, or exiled?"

Li Qingqiu's voice was very soft, as if it could wake up the sleeping white devil even if it was a little bit louder, even if it might not be on the side of Serentiya, the king of the Black Demons.

"Is Gaga going to be eaten by the devil? No, I haven't tasted the taste of the holy maiden yet!"

"Shut up, idiot, you just know how to eat!"

The ogre head of state couldn't get rid of the distorted space, so he just started crying, and the argument between the two heads made Victoria very dizzy.

"It's so noisy, give it to me...huh?"

The seraphim raised the bow and arrow of Cang, but found that his hand suddenly changed back to its original shape, and his whole body was no longer a mess.

Victoria touched her little face, and was relieved to confirm that she had regained her cuteness and beauty.

The space coordinates returned to their original state in an instant, as if the scene just now was just an illusion, and everyone who returned to the altar broke into a cold sweat in amazement.

rustling......

Fen Rui'er moved her ears, and her pupils shrank slightly when she lowered her head.

"Look!"

The floating god's skeleton buried deep under the altar weathered into dust at a speed visible to the naked eye, and disappeared in the blink of an eye!

When the body of the White Demon God dissipated, a beam of white light broke free, penetrated the space, and went nowhere.

If the black knight sees this scene, he will definitely feel extremely regretful. It is another immortal body. Although it is smashed, it is too wasteful to just turn into ashes. If you continue to feed it to Percy, you may be able to raise a big boss. Woolen cloth.

The man in black was weaving with both hands, and was about to throw a black silk thread to trace the direction of the white light, but was immediately stopped by the leader Lich.

"Don't waste your efforts, even Lord Serentia can't stop it, Godhead will find a suitable host by itself."

"But we have arranged it for so long, is it like this..."

"This is the demon god who bestowed Lord Xiong with the power to curse. It will definitely choose the strongest demon hunter and reshape the god's body as quickly as possible!"

"I see!"

The lich suddenly realized.

Demon hunters are all servants cursed by Shun, who are bloodthirsty and murderous space demons of the same race. Of course the strongest among them is Xi Weng, and Shun will definitely look for him without anyone reminding him.

This will make the Evil Chief Commander more powerful and invincible!

So far, Serentia's goal has been achieved, Xiong will become Shun's substitute, and return to the Eight Pillars with mission and pride.

"That is?"

Fen Rui'er and Curtis looked at Li Qingqiu with puzzled eyes, they seemed to have somehow escaped?

"I'm afraid it's... Godhead."

Li Qingqiu's face was pale and a little bit broken. If Rang Shun finds a suitable host, he will return to the world in a short time.

Until then, the disasters of the past will inevitably repeat itself, and the war of gods will not be far away...

Serantiya's ambitions are beyond imagination, and she wants to reawaken the Eight Pillar Demon God. This is absolutely unacceptable to the three war girls, but there are still bigger troubles waiting for them right now.

The crisis has not been resolved, the Four Liches are still watching, and Victoria, a traitor, will not let go of anyone who knows her secret.

"Our task has been completed, and it's time to take care of them."

With an order, arrows of light rained down from the sky, and the head of the ogre also jumped off the altar, excitedly rushing towards the food.

"Grilling! Grilling! Grilling!"

The hearts of Fen Ruier and Curtis sank...

462. The Night of the Prophecy: The Fortress Act II

The same starry sky, the same night.

Huangyan Province, Varian Plane, Scarlet Fortress.

A tall and thin man stood on the top of the wall, wearing a military uniform and leaning on a cane. It was rare for him to leave the military hall for a breath of air. The Holy Marshal hadn't had such a quiet and relaxing night for a long time.

It was a white-haired old man, his eyes were bright and his posture was straight, he was not what he looked like, he was dying.

From one plane to another, from one battlefield to another, the war is endless.

But this is the duty of a soldier, the duty of a knight. Roland never complained, even though he might die from overwork and organ failure on the way at any time.

Roland has not drawn his sword for a long time, let alone fighting with others. His soul fluctuations are fading every day, and it has been less than five levels so far.

The personal medical soldier of the Griffon Legion was just two meters behind Roland, almost inseparable. This young man with red eyes stayed with him longer than the Duchess, and he also knew the marshal's physical condition better than anyone else.

No injury, no disease, this man is dying day by day.

Even the Holy Mother of Light and the Pope Qiyao are helpless against such a vicious curse.