Retired god king transferred to witch idol manager

The woman held her chin, suspended the ink pool, and stared at Xi Weng with dead eyes, as if mocking his overreaching.

Xi Weng looked sullen, looking for flaws in vain, testing the limit of the ink pool's self-defense efficiency time and time again, but the high-frequency space jumps are very taxing on the body and soul.

Time to end!

"I admit, you are the toughest enemy I have ever seen!"

Xi Weng stepped back suddenly, stamped his feet with a gun, and burst into an astonishing murderous aura from all over his body.

The extraordinary souls above the sages turned into materialized monstrous sky flames that melted into the weapons, and the devilish energy on the dragon gun was infected by necrosis and entangled with countless black currents. The space barrier of the main plane could not bear this Inhuman power, the surrounding air twisted and trembled.

"So, be proud, woman, this is the blow I prepared for the Pope!"

The six-pointed star imprint appeared in the eyes of the commander-in-chief of evil slaughter, and the curse of the White Demon God that had been suppressed for a long time was completely released at this moment, appearing in any corner of the battlefield at will at the frightening speed of teleportation.

Afterimages are everywhere, and Xi Weng's blood vessels in his arms are exposed, holding the riot magic gun, and he uses all his strength to accumulate momentum at the peak, and erupts loudly!

Zi ------!

The black current accumulates at one point, but thousands of double images make it difficult to tell which direction the dragon gun will protrude from.

Click!

Countless afterimages suddenly disappeared, and the magic gun and its owner penetrated the space barrier together and disappeared.

Saya's eyes widened but he couldn't find Xi Weng. In the next second, something was rampaging in the fault space.

The mysterious woman in the field of vision twisted instantly, the blade of the magic gun came out from her chest, and her body burst like a punctured balloon.

There was no defense against this shot, it was squeezed out of Tess' body, and exploded in Ghost Moon Shadow's chest, tearing her body and the ink pool to pieces.

The palpitating oppressive force did not end, and the residual power spreading from the ink pool as the center penetrated a large area of ​​space barriers, just like roughly ripping off Varian's "clothes", exposing the nothingness behind the plane.

The turbulent ripples set off a space tsunami, solidifying the surrounding rock flows into crystal clusters and freezing in place, finally extinguishing the rampage of the earth elements deep underground.

"He and I......."

Na Gulan's hands and feet were cold, her pretty face was pale, and she was already speechless. Apart from Mr. Cohen, she really couldn't think of anyone else who could stop this man.

At this moment, everyone witnessed the true strength of the demon warrior, even Heloise, who was far away on the edge of the valley, could feel the fatal suffocation.

470. The fall of the demon ruler

As the space barrier shrank and repaired, Xi Weng fell from the sky. He staggered two steps while holding the dragon spear, his chest heaved violently, and he wasted a lot.

Xi Weng still did not relax his vigilance, but then he saw an incredible scene, and his face darkened.

Da da da.......

The lingering woman was coming from the darkness, even though her body was riddled with holes and broken, she still didn't intend to let Xi Weng go.

A drop of ink penetrated into her body in the night and turned into an eyeball, and the blurred moonlight was reflected in the ink pool under her feet, filling up the hollow skin in an instant, and the night was making up for her damaged body bit by bit!

Can't kill her like this?

"how is this possible!"

Saya cried out in shock. The black demon soldiers of the Evil Zai Army and the Evil Nightmare Army had already been frightened out of their wits, and they retreated one after another, as if they saw some ghosts.

This woman.... is on her way to immortality! ?

What surprised Hailuoyisi was another thing, she finally saw the dark face of the Phantom of the Moonlight clearly.

"Tess?"

Lord Red Lotus hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head. Focusing on the overall situation, he resolutely withdrew from Varian. There was no time for her to be in a daze. The integrated legion dissipated together with the wormhole.

This astonishment also belonged to the beautiful girl God King. Nolan didn't know how to tell Alicia the bad news, but he never expected to meet the Duchess here, and still in such an astonishing gesture.

Losing Roland, Tess no longer seemed to need to hide her true colors.

"Is this a demigod?"

On the other hand, there was no despair on Xi Weng's face. He moved his stiff joints, and there was no despair on his face. Not only did he become more courageous as he fought, his absent-minded eyes also burst into dazzling light, with strong yearning and longing, and his breath became deeper and deeper.

"Oh, and he found the Fragment of Truth, too."

Nolan touched his chin, and couldn't help but admire that this man has the qualifications to become a player.

In desperation, Tess helped Xion open his vision and let him see more of the truth of the world. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to grow into a demigod.

Because there is only one thing the Duchess wants to give to the evil commander, death!

Tess's fingertips glowed with a halo of the moon, and the purple moon brand on her forehead became clearer and stronger. The three-stage Moon Night God Hunter is already a demigod, with a nearly immortal body, which can only be destroyed by truth.

A pair of crescent moonlight blades gathered Tess's hands in an aura of arrogance, and ink slowly dripped from the edges of the blades, like the ink-colored tears at the corners of her eyes.

hiss!

The purple night flame blade shines on the earth like a high-hanging moon, and the place where the moonlight shines becomes ink pools everywhere, which is a hundred times more terrifying than slashing in the physical sense.

Xi Weng's heart trembled, he slammed his gun back into the fault, and kept shuttling and hiding. He vaguely caught something, but it still takes some time to realize it carefully.

As an abyssal black demon abandoned by the gods, he has never been so looking forward to the arrival of the day, to dispel the endless night around women!

At this time, the dawn dawned on the horizon, and dawn was approaching, giving Xi Weng a glimmer of hope.

But Tess just waved her slender hand, and the flame blade moonlight even dyed the sky purple, the shimmering light on the horizon suppressed and subsided, and the Varian plane returned to night.

"what?"

Xi Weng's face turned pale, and he used his old tricks to hide in the fault, frantically fighting for the time to become immortal, his last chance of life.

"You really think I can't do anything about you!?"

Tess crossed the air with her ten fingers, and a purple crescent moon rose above her head. The space cracked in the buzzing and trembling space, and the broken mirror space immediately spit out the crumbling demon warrior.

Xi Weng's left arm twisted and was squeezed and broken by the space, spewing out a mouthful of black blood. He finally recognized the long-lost distinctive mark on the woman.

"Are you...... God Hunter? You haven't perished yet!?"

The reaction of the evil commander and the head of the natural disaster was as horrifying, and there was an unconcealable fear in his eyes.

Followers of the Night Mother, like the ancestors of the giant spirits, are so weak that no one cares about them. No wonder no one recognizes them. Only the night elves remember this passing blessing.

They were eliminated by other players thousands of years ago.

The most frightening thing right now is not to discover that the legendary Hunting God Clan has not been extinct, but that they actually bear the brand of the Night Mother, and the remaining brew of the God-War plot thousands of years ago is still fermenting...

Xi Weng was so terrified that he even ignored the threat to his life.

"No, I am your death knell."

Tess appeared from the twilight and gently pressed Xiong's heart.

The night mist lingered, the moonlight filled the air, Xi Weng trembled slightly, and watched the purple moon fall weakly, the cold touch began to flow from his chest to his limbs, and his whole body was soaked in ink in just a few seconds, and he fell to the ground.

"I lost......"

This time, the demon warrior lost completely, and what appeared in his pupils was not calmness and relief.

This world is like this, there is no room for the weak to survive, and the result of defeat is to exit, at least he has witnessed the fragments of truth.

Tess just stared at Xi Weng coldly, watching the vitality peel off from him little by little until it was completely dissolved in the ink and there was no life left.

clang!

The dragon gun fell to the ground, and Xiong failed to fulfill the agreement with the Chaos Knight. There was a dead silence in the field, only the hiss of the skeleton unicorn echoed mournfully.

The undefeated Demon Lord... dead?

Horror, fear, unbelievable, but only no anger, this result is not expected by anyone, and the black magic soldiers outside the Red Fortress still cannot accept this abrupt truth.

Tess wandered on the solidified rock in a daze, her dim eyes no longer had any luster, as if she had lost the meaning of being alive.

She put on the black leather cloak again, took Ziyue away, and disappeared together with the first ray of light.

Since mortals are doomed to be unable to defy the decree of fate, then jump out of the chessboard and take over the responsibility of killing gods again, and pull all players who set the rules of the game off the altar!

The most desperate thing here is the White Demon God who just escaped from birth, broke free from the prison and returned to reality in an instant, traveled through the worlds and just arrived at this messy plane, only to be told that his strongest demon hunter just burped.

die of love~

Xiong's body was still warm, and the soul had already been snatched away. Of course, the ferryman would not miss such a powerful and delicious delicacy.

A body without a soul can't fuse at all!

Shun's will is ignorant, so he has no choice but to go back the same way, chasing the curse to find another alternative, a weak but potential little girl.

At dawn, a white meteor came and went, leaving at the speed of light.

At the end of the bottomless abyss, a lich in a black gold robe trembled, and the crystal ball in his hand burst into countless cracks and then shattered.

"Your Majesty, Xiong... died in battle."

The black lich's hoarse voice was like gears gnashing together, and it was difficult to distinguish the gender. He brought the worst news to the girl on the throne in a flat tone, as if he had expected it long ago.

"Yes, after all, I still couldn't catch up."

Serentiya's fingers trembled slightly, but she didn't open her eyes. An unusual state of mind was hidden under her quiet appearance, but she didn't lose her temper. It was just that she couldn't hide the slight sadness between her brows.

"Fate, linking them here, will eventually infuse the remains of the undead with the blood of unforgiving demons, calling the ghost knights to die and live."

471. A Better Way

It is not only the Holy Marshal who is embracing fate, but also the Demon Warrior, but the night of prophecy is not over yet.

The Dark Lich and the Demon King seem to have known the fate of Xiong in advance. His return journey is Varian, and he is destined not to see the day when the abyss rises.

The instant demon godhead is Serentia's last ray of hope for her beloved loyal dog. Even if she doesn't know whether the seal will release a powerful ally or a terrifying enemy, Xiong is worth a try.

Inadvertently, both Tess and Serentia failed, their warriors were doomed to be gone forever, and no one, no matter how powerful, could resist fate.

The traces that mortals can't fathom, the plan of the foolish demon king ended in failure again. He failed to become the immortal commander-in-chief, and perhaps created another demon girl...

The fall of Varian was a painful blow to the Holy Alliance. The Red Fortress fell completely, and the sea of ​​crystal clusters left by the rock veins flooded the field.

But the death of the Demon God Warrior also caused a strong panic in the abyssal army, as if being swallowed by the night, they fell before the battle.

No one believed that there were still monsters in this world that Lord Xi Weng could not defeat. The demon master who lost his commander instantly turned into a mess and suffered heavy losses.

"Xion... is dead?"

Sha Ye held his head, his eyes were ridiculous, and he didn't know whether to be happy or afraid at this moment.

The man who made her fearful but also awed and admired ceased to exist, and was defeated by a mysterious moon night banshee.

Na Gulan's mood was equally complicated. She should have been extremely happy, but for some reason, she only felt deep sadness and desolation.

Most of the Evil Commander and half of the Griffin Legion died together in the Red Fortress. The Evil Commander was killed by Varian, the Evil. .

But the Holy Marshal is also dead, and the fearless soldiers of the Griffon Legion can never go back. Such a heavy price should not have been borne by them!

And the culprit will always stand behind, enjoying his success...

Na Gulan's eyes were rosy, and she wiped away the tears that fell down inadvertently. She suddenly wanted to leave all her responsibilities and turn around, return to her hometown, and leave this sad battlefield forever.

Looking back, the first Saint Zhan Ji was stunned and slightly moved.

Er Qiao, who had the most reason to be sad, had no time to dance with grief, and rushed towards the Nightmare Army non-stop, and the pass in the game was extremely clear.

The Yanchao battle zone is empty and weak. If the Nightmare Army is allowed to attack now, the First Holy Legion and the Kaguya Army will be hard to resist.

In the army formation, eight liches formed a corner each, and opened their arms to guide the legion wormhole and stabilize the crack.

Woo!

Suddenly a strong wind hit, and the scarlet red tide fell from the sky. The wind language martial arts condensed by the blood souls whirled violently, rubbing against the cracks like a drill bit, tearing the wormhole into irregular and dangerous cracks!

Nolan's soul was limited, and he failed to destroy the magic circle but temporarily interrupted the progress of the liches. The strong wind pressure knocked back the surrounding black demon soldiers.

"Who!"

The Abyss Lich was shocked. The changes in the Scarlet Fortress and the evil army distracted most people, and they didn't notice that someone broke in alone.

Nolan stood pretty in the formation, holding the big sword and lowering her head to glance at the filthy formation under her feet, frowning slightly.

The space rift has been completed, and her own strength is still ineffective, and some more powerful helpers are needed to completely destroy it, making them fall short.

With blood-red hair and a coquettish face, she is only a little girl of the fifteenth rank.