Retired god king transferred to witch idol manager

Roland couldn't help laughing. Looking back now, it was only a few decades away from the passionate and wanton youth, but it seemed as far away as the last life.

"Alicia, Nolan, Joanna, they leave it to you."

"If that's what you wish...well, goodbye, old friend."

Bowen was silent for a moment, then turned and left, his fists clenched and rattling, it would be a waste of time to say another word at this point.

Roland was slightly taken aback. This was the first time he heard this heartless foodie say goodbye, and it might also be the last time.

"Goodbye."

Not surprisingly, they never saw each other again.

The fresh blood of Morning Star City is ready to go outside the hall. They are the elite of the Griffin Legion. Hand over to Er Qiao in the future.

Lord Cangqing would rather give up the great situation in Huangyan Province than take any risks with the territory, but they never want to give up just like that!

Lockreen needs time to strengthen the Yanchao war zone, and Heloise also needs time to prove the stupidity of Emperor Tuvers and lead the integrated army to the place where support is really needed.

If the lost time can be regained at the lowest cost, then Huangyan Province will be saved, and half of the Griffin Legion will not have sacrificed in vain.

As the night deepened and the Red Fortress was brightly lit all night, Roland once again came to the high tower wall to enjoy the tranquility before the storm.

In the distance, there is an endless thick darkness, as if the day will never come.

Looking back, hundreds of thousands of Griffin Knights are all over the sky, entrenched in every corner of the castle.

Without too many human beings in the way, the sky darling stationed in the valley was able to show its sharp iron wings, and the ear-piercing scream echoed around.

Everyone present voluntarily stayed to live and die with Roland. If it wasn't for the Duke's order, all the Griffin Knights would have wanted to stay and get the honor of fighting alongside the Marshal.

The old man smiled. His life has long been not only for his wife and daughter, but also for more than one family.

Roland did not mention his wife to Bowen, because Tess never needed anyone to take care of him. He died, and the agreement was naturally broken.

"Now, where will you be?"

Roland knew well that he, the trash, had become the shackles that restrained Tess, and now it was time to set her free.

But what he didn't know was that at this very moment, right here, the silver-haired woman who was haunted by dreams was also staring at the Red Fortress, anxiously waiting for the dawn to arrive.

"Until the black blood soaks the earth, the shotgun is fired 36 times, and the heroic warrior is gone forever...and I will repay the debt owed as promised."

In the corner of the wilderness, a slender figure in a white cloak was muttering to himself, praying to the sky with his fingers clasped together.

The woman has never believed in any gods, and even the education she received since she was a child is the slaughter of chaotic gods, and she has been fighting against the apostles all her life.

But at this moment, she was willing to believe for her husband and begged the three goddesses of fate to take back the prophecy.

Tess had three beautiful and lovely daughters instead of two, and if the prophecy was missed once, she hoped it would be wrong this time too!

Behind the woman in the white cloak stood a silent man in the black cloak. The purple moon was embroidered on the pure black cloak. His status in the hunting god clan seemed to be different from the red and white cloaks Nolan had seen.

"You swore to never reveal your mark, to become the wife of an ordinary human being, and I agreed. The condition is that all the awakened descendants will be returned to me to take your place. You also agreed, right?"

The voice of the black cloak was calm, without a trace of emotion. He quietly looked at the tiny figure on the city wall, with no soul fluctuations but amazing eyesight.

Tess bit her lip and said nothing, the unique chain blade was wrapped around her wrist, and she couldn't get away, because she didn't keep the agreement, but returned to the clan instead of the two awakened daughters.

"Since you've repented, you can't blame me. You should know why I brought you here."

In order to force her to fulfill her promise and watch Roland die?

Tess's eyes trembled slightly, but she remained silent. The Hunting God Clan never intervened in power disputes. They were bystanders of history and reclaimers of power.

At this moment, there are a large number of cracks in the city of Yuandu, and the number of demons is increasing. It can be seen without prophecy that the red fortress will be destroyed soon.

But Roland would never run away, Tess knew him better than anyone else.

"Of course it is to set you free, he is your shackles."

The black cloak was still talking to himself, pointing to the Red Fortress and said: "He must die today, if Xiong can't kill him, I will take action and get everything back on track."

"No!"

Tess felt a chill in her heart and let out a panic.

The most powerful human being in the world is the apostle, and the hunting god clan is best at hunting the apostle, no one can survive from this man, and it is meaningless to plead and negotiate in front of him.

"My patience is limited. When you fall in love with him, you should think that one day, when he dies, your vow will no longer exist. I can pretend that nothing has happened in these decades, and you are still the same. My sharpest blade has nothing to do with human beings, and I can not bother your daughter for the time being."

"......"

Tess's eyes hesitated, she was in a dilemma, one side was her true love, the other side was her flesh and blood, but she no longer had the right to choose.

But what the black cloak didn't say was that even he was afraid of the curse that Roland was carrying, and death was not the end for that mentally and physically exhausted man.

Perhaps, Roland's journey has just begun...

Boom!

A muffled thunder rolled through the clouds, illuminating the shadows on the plain and activating the alarm bell of the Scarlet Fortress.

Countless demons appeared in the darkness. They came at night and moved forward silently. They were well-trained and united, and they advanced to the yellow warning range of the fortress in the blink of an eye.

This is the nightmare of all living beings, the real demon master legion!

And the remaining Griffin Legion has only one task, which is to hold them back as much as possible.

"cast!"

Fortunately, the ground troops of the Griffon Legion have been on guard all around, and set up the wind bed crossbow and thermal mortar in time, aiming at the enemy's natural disaster behemoths that specialize in breaking walls and attacking the city, giving priority to firing, covering the firepower range.

boom!

Meteors from outside the sky grazed the sky, penetrated the dark clouds and smashed down the castle bell tower, bursting into thousands of black fire rain, shaking the defensive barrier violently.

Legion Forbidden Curse: Abyss Black Domain.

The demon advance force has occupied the first trench on the plain, allowing the lich to enter the range of the forbidden spell of the legion and continue to guide the spell.

465. Humanity's Crash

Boom ------!

The flames of war ignited the night, and all sides of the Scarlet Fortress were facing high-intensity oppression. The number of enemies far exceeded that of the past.

A battle broke out so suddenly that no one was mentally prepared.

Ten bundles of dark soul jades collided with the magic crystal barrier, one of which smashed the shield of the fortress, blew a wind bed crossbow into pieces, and dozens of mechanical soldiers with long-range weapons evaporated instantly.

The saints are all ants, and the life on the plane battlefield is as humble as dust, and no one can control their own destiny.

Breaking away from the protection of the mystic phalanx, the long-range firepower of the two sides is not at the same level at all, and the defensive barrier above the Red Fortress was crushed and broken in just a few minutes.

The moment the magic crystal barrier was shattered, the group of liches stopped guiding the black domain, without relying on the forbidden spell of the legion.

Chi!

At the same time, a huge eyeball rose into the air, and its eyes shot out an evil impact, piercing through the gate of the red fortress, destroying all the blasting traps outside the battle zone, and opening a way for the natural disaster behemoth to attack the city.

Standing on it was a red-clothed lich, with eight eyes engraved on his mask and four arms on each side. He was the servant of the nerubian god Xitong.

"Goethe."

Roland's eyes were cold, and he tapped his cane with his fingers.

The Nightmare Army has also come, and their purpose should be to regain control of the Yanchao plane as quickly as possible.

As expected, they really didn't want to destroy the Red Fortress. They seemed to be determined to establish a new territory in Huangyan Province, and the doves would occupy the magpie's nest!

If this war is lost, the chances of driving away the uninvited guest after the abyss is firmly established will be slim. In the future, the Holy Alliance will have another natural enemy close at hand!

King Cangqing lacked the foresight that a human emperor should have, but how could the holy marshal who was ordered in the face of danger satisfy the devil?

"Royal!"

Roland raised his hand and gestured twice, indicating that all parties would follow the original plan, and he was not in a hurry to command the Griffin Knight to take off.

In the several confrontations between the two armies, Xion had his own way to return from the ground, and the effect of airspace suppression was not ideal.

The human huddled fortress was beyond the expectation of the commander of the abyss. Xion rode on the skeleton unicorn and roamed the night sky, pondered for a moment, and finally raised his dragon spear and ordered his subordinates to attack.

Roland must have another purpose to lure the enemy in, but they must enter the city and take over the Red Fortress, and they will never wait until the Holy Alliance realizes that they have been tricked and recalls the integrated legion.

The commander-in-chief of evil slaughter gave this rare opponent considerable respect, and the game between the two sides never relied on individual force to create opportunities.

Xiong regarded it as fair, but Roland called it stupid. If Roland had the opportunity to kill the enemy leader, he would never spare his life.

From this point of view, a demon is more proud and conceited than a knight.

"You don't have to go."

Xiong flicked the dragon spear and stopped the scarlet witch Goethe.

"How many people are there, 30, or 50? Humans who cannot be united are worth mentioning! You immediately prepare the space rift, and the Nightmare Army will immediately counterattack Yanchao!"

Quick, accurate, ruthless, the dormancy of the evil commander is only for greater ambitions.

Goethe was a little hesitant, fearing that cunning human beings would be deceitful, but Serentia handed over the full power of the three armies to Xi Weng's deployment, and could not allow others to question it.

"Yes, my lord."

The natural disaster behemoth blew its bone horns, calling on the Nightmare Army to hold the formation, ready to leave for the second battlefield at any time.

Without the cover of secret bombing, the evil rulers used arrow rain and bone chariots to throw stones to sweep away the soldiers on the fortress and the city walls. The siege demons rushed to the front line in a mighty manner, seizing the weakly defended city in the oldest way.

"Aw------!"

A giant natural disaster beast carrying a stone cart stood out from the crowd and took the lead. Even though it was shot into a hedgehog riddled with holes by the wind bed crossbow, it still slammed into the city wall without fear of death!

Boom!

The east side of the fort broke the city, and the big hole in the wall immediately became a breakthrough for the devil.

Swish!

A gust of wind came howling, with a sharp knife light cutting the neck of the giant beast.

The natural disaster beast was dizzy, and just shook its head before falling heavily, its corpse separated.

A green-haired man held two knives and had a strong aura. He led the ground troops to block the entrance of the cave and fought with the demons. His appearance lifted the spirits of the city wall defenders, and he was quite prestigious in the legion.

Bowen took away some of the elite to support Yan Dynasty, but there were still two colonels from the Griffin Legion who voluntarily stayed and defended the marshal to the death.

This siege battle was extremely brutal. The bravery of the Griffin Legion has been fully proved in the repeated battles. Humans have the upper hand in defending the fortress. The evil slaughter army often has to pay the price of two or three black demon soldiers to kill one person.

Originally, the Bat Squadron in the Abyss would become a surprise soldier, but the Griffon Knights were still coming out, and Xi Weng didn't dare to act rashly. Except for the Dragon Knights of the Obsidian Empire, no one dared to say that they would definitely regain the air supremacy from the Griffin Legion.

The two commanders in the rear were silent for a long time, the Red Fortress was no longer in their eyes, and the integrated legion had already chased the bait thrown by the Nightmare Army, which was clearly a dead end.

Xi Weng originally thought that Roland would withdraw from Varian and leave an empty city, and try his best to protect the capital of Huangyan until the last soldier dies.

Now it seems that the problem is much simpler. Who is in the command of the Yanchao theater, the young Holy Son, or the first Jihad Princess who is compassionate?

"Vulnerable..."

Xi Weng once again reiterated that there was some disappointment in his words.

Goethe wondered: "Is Roland really inside? His Majesty Serrantia ordered us to take him back..."

The evil commander shook his head. It seemed that Xi Weng also knew Roland well. He knew that a competent opponent would never show timidity and let his soldiers die.

But neither Xiong nor Goethe knew why Serentia wanted a human so much.

The fierce battle caused the fortress to crumble, and the old man on the wall seemed to be quite weak.

"Enough, let it in."

Roland sighed and withdrew his gaze from watching the western front. It's time.

Hundreds of thousands of ground defenders quickly shrank and retreated into the fortress to block the gate. In the eyes of the demons, this was the surrender of human beings. The cowardly lower races were killed by the powerful evil slaughter army!

The rest of the demon army mobilized, roaring and cheering, and seized the city wall to occupy the sentry tower, planted the abyss flag, and once again brought victory to Lord Demon King.

The Red Fortress has fallen, and this unsuspecting war seems to have come to an end.

There was no joy on Xiong's face, and he was even very disappointed. It was sad that Roland was dying, because he never had the full trust of the round table from the beginning to the end, but he also lost the chance to defeat him upright forever.

Strictly speaking, Roland lost to the Holy Alliance rather than the Abyss, and humans did not deserve to win.

On the city wall of the fortress, a greedy slanted beast knight first discovered this old man who was incompatible with the battlefield, the isolated and helpless Holy Marshal.