Retired god king transferred to witch idol manager

The formerly crowded fortress looked very clean today. With the withdrawal of the integrated legion and other allied forces, less than one-third of the original army remained in the castle.

Needless to say, there are other cowardly soldiers who took the opportunity to escape from the main battlefield. Normal people would choose to follow the war zone with the most people on their side. That is the safest way.

Looking at the edge of the horizon, Roland suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a gentle smile, remembering something.

The shadow of a naughty woman flashed in my mind, and then three weird girls with different temperaments.

Although it is regrettable not to have a son to take over, it is also a great happiness to have such a "virtuous" wife and three "lovely" daughters in this life.

At least, He Duo must be so jealous that some people want it, but some people don't cherish it.

Then Roland's eyes changed slightly, and he sighed, replaced by undisguised envy.

At this time, no one could have imagined that a man appeared in his heart, a difficult and respectable opponent.

Xiong has something that Roland can no longer get, a king who trusts him wholeheartedly, and a strong and healthy body, and he will not lose if he lacks one.

That's right, he already lost this battle before it even started, to his own people...

From the beginning to the end, Roland was convinced that Sion had never been anywhere, and had been staying in the source city in the deep valley, waiting for the human beings to mess up and launch an offensive at any time.

Right now, the enemy might attack at any time, and the remaining legion was on high alert. The messenger climbed up the city wall and brought news that surprised Roland.

When the Holy Marshal came to the military hall with a griffin crutch, the dark room was empty, and all the generals who could be named were recruited by Lord Cangqing, or they followed Lord Honglian to the Douala theater, and they were willing to stay behind Only the confidants of the Plantagenet Kingdom and the Griffon Riders of Dawnstar City remained.

That's why Roland was surprised by the stay of Admiral Bell. A group of vassals of Lord Huangyan voluntarily stayed with the Griffin Legion.

"Are you surprised?"

A middle-aged man came from the shadows with a kind smile on his face.

With exquisite battle cannons and a well-groomed beard, Admiral Bell has a prominent background and has always been a general of the noble faction.

Roland nodded, and sat down calmly. Bell lifted the jug on the table and poured a glass for both of them.

This is against the rules, but tonight seems to be an exception. Roland drank his glass and already guessed something, but he was not afraid of Bell's weird behavior at all.

"You are a hero of the Holy Alliance."

Bell squinted his eyes, held his chin, and stared straight at the weak man in front of him who was helpless, with admiration in his eyes, "Few people can push Lord Xiong to such a degree, seeing through every move he makes. "

Honorific title?

Roland smiled, not surprised at all, let alone scared.

"I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

"You are, and if you are not now, you will be soon..."

"Oh?"

Roland raised his eyebrows.

Bell hid the knife in his smile, poured another glass of wine, and said with a low smile: "I have been present in every battle these days, but your strategic layout has been completely broken up and assigned to each legion. No one can guess the whole picture until the last moment." The plan made it impossible for me to help Lord Xi Weng, you knew about my existence?"

Roland shook his head, and said frankly, "I just don't trust them. You didn't stay here to lick me, did you?"

"Uh....hahaha!"

Bell couldn't help laughing, and licked his lips, "Didn't you tell me, I'm here to help you become a hero!"

"Really, then I have to learn a little bit."

Roland touched his chin, guessing how the other party got in, and even became an admiral without being noticed.

Ever since the galaxy was invaded, the Legions of the Holy Alliance have had regular blood tests to ensure that officers are not deceived by the mysteries of flesh and blood.

"Idiots like you are rare. Only when you die, will you be remembered by the people forever. How many heroes in the world live to enjoy honor?"

"That makes sense."

Roland clutched his chest and coughed, he understood, it turned out that he was sent to die in advance.

"hiss......."

I saw several thorny tentacles protruding from Bell's mouth, and his eyes were mocking. It was the last time he escaped the death changer from the hands of Invincible.

Not to mention the voice and smile, even blood can be imitated into red, no one can detect the true identity of the changer.

Last time, its mission was to become Pei Lun, the famous Governor of the Galaxy. Now, how difficult is it to pretend to be a noble saint made of magic spar?

It's a pity that after completing it, they can't go back and ravage Bell's coquettish lovers. To be honest, the skinchangers quite enjoy this task. The life of human nobles is too comfortable.

"I was the one who informed Lord Cangqing of your unauthorized mobilization of the phalanx of mystics. Lord Xiong will not be happy with me doing such a small move, let alone my next self-assessment, but it will make our plan more difficult." Go more smoothly and for a long time, until the Holy Alliance is completely eaten."

"Bell" sneered, and said disdainfully: "It's just that I never thought that these two trashes, Saya and Kuntun, would really mess up. We lost Yanchao's transmission base station, but it doesn't matter, they can't hold it there, The gate of the bottomless abyss has been opened, and the Demon God Pillar will surely rise from the burial ground of Huangyan!"

"Ok?"

Roland frowned, he didn't expect to get the best news about the bad situation from the enemy.

Nagulan and Lockreen regained the Yanchao plane, so humans have not lost yet, even if he dies here today, there is still a chance to turn around!

463. Meet the fate

Admiral "Bell" stood up slowly, and drew out a flashy diamond-encrusted saber, the meaning behind his words couldn't be clearer.

"Lord Xiong won't let me touch you, but Lord Serentia wants to get you as soon as possible, and doesn't want any accidents, you understand what I mean?"

The safest course of action is naturally to kill Roland as soon as possible!The sooner the better!

"Get me?"

This sentence is incomprehensible. Anyone else want to collect this old bone as a trophy?

"Look at you now, you are not as good as an ordinary person, it really hurts, so I am really here to help you get rid of this pain, thank me, the great Marshal of the Alliance."

Seeing "Bell" gradually approaching, Roland raised the corners of his mouth and didn't waste any energy calling for the guards. He just put his hands on the head of the griffin on crutches, and his smile became more and more mocking.

fear?

panic?

The changer was disappointed that he couldn't see the emotion he wanted from the dying man's face. This man was not afraid of death at all.

"I'll try to be as gentle as possible!"

"Bell" opened his mouth, and dozens of ferocious tongues suddenly emerged from his body and stretched out towards Roland!

Click!

However, the ceiling above was the first to let out an overwhelmed wail, and the heavy sound broke through the roof, sending a huge meat ball!

"Uh!?"

With a sound of "bang", the shapeshifter couldn't react in time. As soon as he raised his head, he was hit on the top of his head by a huge meat bullet, and he was pressed tightly under his body, unable to move.

A closer look reveals that it is a bloated fat man that no armor can hold, a shirtless King Plantagenet, the fattest Griffin Rider ever!

"what?"

The skinchanger vomited blood under the pressure of the meat ball, and was thrown into the depths of the floor. His first reaction was to run for his life!

But Bowen raised his fist and smiled coldly. The first punch made Bell dizzy, the second punch made Bell bloody, and the Molten Fist exploded with great force.

For both saints, the rune is the first threshold, and the law is the second threshold. There is a huge gap in strength between the two.

The roar in the military hall alarmed the night guard soldiers, and a large number of guards rushed over to find out that it was Lieutenant General Bowen who was furious. Without saying a word, he beat Admiral Bell so frightened that the others hurriedly retreated, pretending that they hadn't seen anything.

I don't know how many punches it took before Bowen moved his butt, grabbed the shapeshifter's squashed and smashed muddy body with both hands, and the corners of his mouth cracked with a wanton smile, opening his bloody mouth wide open, making Roland's eyelids twitch.

"Wait, you don't want to take it..."

The shapechanger was on the verge of death, and it was difficult to maintain its human shape. It struggled in the fat man's hands and let out a mournful wail.

"Do not......"

The voice was cut off, [Gluttony] The holy man bit down the word "want" into his mouth, swallowed it, and directly swallowed the shape changer!

"What did you say?"

Bowen took a nap and looked at Roland contentedly.

Just now I boasted that I wanted to eat the devil of the Holy Alliance, but I was swallowed by someone. Who is the monster...

"It's nothing."

Roland rubbed the center of his brows, laughed and said, "How do you know he's a spy?"

The Plantagenet King, who was ambushing here in advance, jumped up, his body was extremely flexible, he picked up the flagon and poured it into his mouth to drink, without any sense of tension before the battle.

"I don't know, it's just that the little prince told me to be optimistic about you. Don't do anything stupid at the critical moment. Even if you are knocked out, you will have to be carried away. I guess this is the critical moment. Who knew that it would be unlucky to bump into such a thing. !"

Bowen spat. The skinchanger smelled like slugs, making his stomach queasy.

Now is indeed the moment of truth...

Roland twitched the corners of his mouth, straightened his expression, and said in a deep voice, "You should go."

"Is that how you talk to your king? Or a handsome king who just saved you!"

The big fat man who had no chance of being handsome from head to toe shook his head and sat down, as if he had made up his mind to lose the Red Fortress, and said melancholy: "It's a pity, I can't see your daughter marrying my son."

Roland was a little amused. This is what Bowen was thinking at this time. Judging by Alicia's promotion speed, that scene may never happen.

"You have to go. The winner of this battle is no longer in Varian. Rock Dynasty needs you."

"Oh?"

Bowen frowned, so Lockerin and Nagulan won.

"Immediately, the phalanx of mystics sent the three Griffin Knights to the Douala theater to report to Her Majesty Heloise, and told her not to come back no matter what, and led the integrated army directly to the capital of Yan Dynasty to help His Highness the Holy Son defend it. Yan Chao theater, this is the last hope."

Roland pronounced the words clearly, and the word "finally" made Bowen even more uneasy.

"how about you?"

"My fate has already been written, and I have no regrets until now."

Roland smiled relievedly, he had already done everything he could do, and his final contribution was to delay some time for Yan Chao, and one more second would be good.

Because, he has no time, even if he didn't die in the hands of "Bell", he wouldn't live long...

creak!

The wine jug in Bowen's hand was instantly crushed into a ball of metal lumps, and he heard the unspoken farewell, and there was nowhere to vent his nameless anger.

A matter of life and death, men are never hypocritical creatures.

But Roland lied. He regretted that he didn't put on the wedding dress for Da Qiao earlier, regretted that he didn't have time to train Er Qiao into a qualified "man" with his own hands, and regretted that he didn't play mud with Qiao Qiao once.

I regret not spending more time with Tess...

The people of the Holy Alliance need themselves more than they do, and Lord Blue Shield needs him more than they do, so Roland stands here.

He still has so many things to do, but his life has come to an end early, who should he complain about this humiliation and anger?

Soul ferryman...

"Ugh."

Bowen sighed, thinking in another way, if he had been watching himself getting weaker and aging day by day, he would have gone crazy long ago.

The spirit was disappearing from the eyes of the tall and straight old man in front of him. The once vigorous Duke of Ruin was gone. Roland's body and mind were facing death.

"This is the stupid thing I just said. No one who stays here will survive. Do you think Tess and the others can't even see the whole body?"

Bowen's last persuasion still failed. Roland stood up with difficulty and patted his comrades on the arm.

"Abandoning the city and fleeing is not my style. I will buy time for His Royal Highness, Lord Red Lotus. Someone will always have to pay for the round table's misjudgment."

"Hey, I knew you would say that. You will never miss the lines of being handsome. It's been from the beginning. The girls are so cute that you look amazing!"

Bowen gritted his teeth and flew into a rage, but he still didn't stun the poor old fellow.

464. Goodbye, old friend

This road of glory has come to an end, even if it is the last step before the end, the old knight must walk "with dignity".

Fleeing means being afraid, this stubborn man still wants to keep his last pride in front of his respectable opponent.