Retired god king transferred to witch idol manager

492. give up

There was an indistinct buzzing sound from under the Demon Ruler's armor, which seemed to be a completely different voice, but the vicious aura on his body was exactly the same, with Xi Weng's unique unruly and arrogant blood, it was hard to doubt it.

This choice made many people waver for a moment, looking at each other in blank dismay, survival is not a shameful thing for ordinary people.

Facing fierce enemies that are several times larger than themselves, and not taking advantage of the right time and place, fools know that they cannot win.

"Dream! There are no cowards in the Holy Alliance, let alone believe in shameless devils!"

With a soft shout from the empress, the soldiers' retreat was sealed off, reminding everyone that even if they surrendered to each other, they may not keep their promises, and reunited the scattered soldiers.

This was a chance of victory that Roland had earned desperately. As long as he persisted until the Allied forces returned to the defense, they would still be able to fight.

A certain soldier in Hui Ye's army raised his head and glanced at the mighty fat man riding a black griffin, worried, fearing that his hot-tempered father would do something out of the ordinary.

Arnold secretly condensed the soul of the sub-sage, and his mind turned quickly. He couldn't think of a way to break the game for a while. If he was a little careless in the chaotic battle, he would never have a chance to reveal his hidden cards...

"you!?"

The nerubian orb floated beside the evil spirit unicorn, and Goethe took off his mask, revealing a handsome face.

The young man's face was full of astonishment. Among the four red liches in the necropolis, he was the youngest and the most powerful, with astonishing potential.

But this is not the plan Goethe envisioned!

"In that case..."

"Xion" nodded, and raised the dragon spear without hesitation.

"Roar-------!"

That was the signal to start the war. The natural disaster behemoth immediately roared, and the dark soul jade condensed in its throat!

Countless bee demons brought explosive worms out, ghouls and helicon knights acted as the vanguard of the first wave, and demons all over the mountains and plains attacked one after another!

Goethe's eyes widened, and he hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute, the Dark Lich hasn't sent His Majesty's devil order yet!"

"No need, I... am the imperial edict."

The demon master muttered to himself, pulling the reins to meet the Red Lotus King who was rushing towards him.

"Damn!"

This man was unfamiliar yet familiar, decisive and frightening, but Goethe was not surprised at all, as if he had expected it, but he didn't expect that the madman who came back from the dead would take over the legion without saying a word!

The Nightmare Commander sighed, what kind of monster would show no mercy to its former clansmen and comrades-in-arms?

"He's crazier than Xion..."

Goethe's face was uncertain, and he stared at Roland's back and gave a precise definition. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing for the abyss.

Either step into glory or go to perdition, there is no third possibility, Roland has always been a simple person, his terrible thing is that he will always follow his own creed, until he dies.

Now, even death was no longer within the constraints of Duke Nukem.

The battle was about to break out, but Hailuoyisi was restless and calm, and turned a deaf ear to everything around her. She was facing an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, and she couldn't be distracted for a moment.

Every inch of the queen's delicate skin was scorching and burning, red like blood, and fine scales were born to wrap her delicate body. Her five fingers and sharp claws were like monsters, and the power of the Balrog poured into her whole body to form a demonized flame body.

"This is the legendary red lotus lineage."

Roland nodded slightly, and squeezed his fists. He hadn't fought anyone for a long time, and he was eager to try.

To be born again in the body of the dead, to restore the powers that were once deprived, is the only consolation brought by the curse of sorrow.

"Believe me, this is not all! You will taste the pain at the hands of the emperor who was defeated in the abyss in the past, and you will taste it one by one!"

Hailuoyisi let out a smirk, and the flames condensed in her hands into a whip that scorched the ground, waving a strong wind to burn.

The skeletal warhorse neighed softly, and the solitary horn burst out dim black light to quietly dissolve the flame storm, but the master's magic energy secret technique that was a step closer was more than enough.

Roland patted the head of the evil spirit unicorn, and before dismounting to stand alone, he didn't intend to take advantage of the sacred beast's mount.

Lord Red Lotus decided that even if Xi Weng could participate in the battle, his injuries were still unhealed, and now was the best chance to defeat him. Roland also planned to try how far the apostle of the soul ferryman could go.

Based on Roland's understanding of Heloise and Bowen, this battle is inevitable, and letting water out is not his style. Now that the position has been changed, going all out with absolute strength is the only respect given to a respectable opponent.

At least, their death is worthwhile and deserves a grave instead of being food for low-level demons...

As the night mother saw, Roland's glory is cruel and cold-blooded, but also selfless and noble, full of contradictions, and will not give up until he achieves his goal.

Only such a person can change the world and challenge the authority of the Father.

"demon!"

Suddenly, there was a scolding voice in the air, and a brown-haired human girl riding a white unicorn quickly cut into the battlefield, and the silver magic sword slashed straight at the top of "Xi Weng".

"Oops!"

Heloise and Bowen's heart skipped a beat, but Lockerin and Panini didn't have time to stop them, and in their panic, they even forgot to keep an eye on Alicia first.

The girl's eyes were red, as if she had lost her mind, she dared to attack the demon master and disturb the duel between the saints.

The bitter storm turned into green flames, carrying the anger of Morning Star City and rushing towards the nemesis who killed his father.

throat!

The dull heavy sound surrounded the rocky ridge, and the humming sword was caught by the evil commander with one hand as expected, easily crushing the strong wind.

Alicia gritted her teeth, her pupils flickered, her brown hair was stained with blood with the raging red tide, and the scarlet arrogance burst out with full force.

The sanctuary is an insurmountable threshold for ordinary people. The girl clenched her sword suit and struggled with the neighing unicorn, but she couldn't break free in the end.

The fortress walls, everyone was scared out of their wits, but strange things happened.

"Xiong" didn't say a word, but just looked at the ferocious young girl knight indifferently, but he was stunned and didn't fight back.

Up to now, there are only a handful of people who can make Ghost Rider's stagnant heart recover a little bit of temperature. Unfortunately, the most unworthy daughter is also in the Yanchao plane, and even Roland didn't expect it.

Whether it was disdain or pride, no one else let go of this golden opportunity.

boom!

A pillar of fire from the cross erupted quietly at the feet of the evil commander. The red-haired girl on the tower held her staff high and just finished singing. Ye Luo ignored the fairness and dogma at the moment of life and death, and covered her companions in time.

The soul that has just entered the sanctuary can't put pressure on the demon warrior, "Xiong" snorted coldly, twisted his hands and tore apart the pillar of fire, the man's innate amazing talent has returned to his dead body, and he is gradually adapting to the plane battlefield !

Alicia wanted to attack, but there were snowflakes around her. Unicorn Qiying was frozen by an ice puck and pulled backwards. It was Panini who was protecting the vengeful girl.

A little interference failed to cause trouble to the commanders of both sides, and the commander of the villain reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and was facing the violently advancing Red Lotus Empress.

493. The Game Is Not Played Like This

"Your opponent is me!"

The icy roar was accompanied by the scorching heat. The Balrog's claws slashed across the dragon gun and made a piercing hiss. Roland was also pushed back several meters by the huge shock.

Hailuoyisi raised her eyebrows, and instantly noticed the strangeness. She had fought against Xi Weng, even if she was seriously injured, she shouldn't have done so.

"No, you're not Xiong!"

Roland twisted his wrist, his cold and dead body was still stiff and unfamiliar.

"Is it important? The Holy Alliance has already lost this battle. If you are smart enough, you should lead your subordinates to evacuate from Huangyan Province. Fearless struggle will only ruin everyone's future."

"Humph!"

Hailuoyisi's eyes were burning with fire, she waved the fire whip and rushed forward again without saying a word, and the raging flames enveloped the ground.

Even for Roland, it is impossible for Lord Honglian to retreat here and hand over Huangyan province to others!

The dragon spear and sharp claws rubbed against each other fiercely, and the sound of clanging was intertwined on the front line of the battlefield. At the same time, the front lines of the two sides collided together, announcing the official start of this desperate war of unilateral crushing.

On the outskirts of the Rock Ridge, several helpless girls were still trapped in the skeleton chariot of the Nightmare Army Camp.

The first holy warrior girl paced back and forth restlessly, her compassion made her worry about the remaining first holy legion, and she was even more afraid that the tragedy of the red fortress would happen again.

Outside the curtain, there were deafening roars, and the final battle in Huangyan province was obviously breaking out, and it was within reach.

However, the nerubian's eyeballs and several demon attendants and liches were still guarding the surroundings, and the demon runes in the room were like shackles, imprisoning the soul circuits of the three of them.

"Goethe has already launched an attack. If I remember correctly, there are less than 50 soldiers left in the Yanchao war zone, even if the troops of Lord Red Lotus are added! I hope the integrated army can catch up in time, but Du The Yala war zone is a long way away, how could it be possible to come back all at once? What to do, what to do, what to do..."

"To shut up!"

Na Gulan kept talking to herself, making Saya's head dizzy from the noise.

The Evil Fallen Commander yawned nonchalantly. He couldn't run away, so he had to hug the Demon God girl's thigh tightly as a blood bottle, lest Serentiya turn her whole body into a naked body.

Nagulan turned around and saw Nolan lying on the bed, leisurely eating the tribute given to Joanna by Commander Evil Nightmare, annoyed and funny, and couldn't help shouting: "Hey, they are all fighting! Are we here? look?"

"Otherwise? We've already done everything we can. Who do you expect to turn out to kill thousands of troops in an instant?"

If anyone can do that, it's probably only one person.

That person, far away in the sky, is close at hand.

The saintess of the sea tribe pursed her mouth and stared blankly at Nolan, as if hoping that the Lord of Chaos would bring miracles to the Holy Alliance again.

Nolan blinked, chuckled and said, "Fool, that's not how the game is played."

"But......"

Nolan crossed his slender legs, calmed down and said patiently: "Do you know why your Lady Goddess still didn't help when the Holy Alliance faced such a severe dilemma?"

Na Gulan shook her head in a daze, trying not to question the divine master, but couldn't help but think about the same question.

This is also the perplexity of believers for a long time. Shouldn't God bless her people?

In other words, the greedy human beings who are self-defeating have lost their honor and are not worthy of being favored by the gods......

"It gives you powerful weapons and shields to defend your life, but that's all. You can't go down the field and cast divine punishment yourself. That's a foul, because if adults intervene in children's fights, the game will change. Do you understand?"

Nolan pursed her lips and smiled, as if she hadn't done that kind of thing.

But if Chronos didn't foul first, the Destroyer of Worlds wouldn't tear his skin apart, that's for sure (doubtful)!

"I do not understand."

Nolan picked up a piece of rotten wood from the ground and crushed it lightly.

"This world is actually very fragile. Once someone sets a precedent, more people will break the rules, and there will only be one result."

Na Gulan bit her lip, she understood this sentence, it was the lost years that were recorded in the divine scriptures.

At that time, chaos pervaded the world, apostles were everywhere, and miracles came wantonly.

"The battle of the gods...?"

"This is a kingdom created by the gods. If the 'lord' intervenes casually, it won't take long to return to chaos. I don't care. But they are different. Gods without servants are worthless. They unwilling."

Nolan rested his chin in a daze, his delicate and pretty face looked innocent, she really didn't care.

Chaos does not need believers, does not need faith, her power has no constraints and boundaries.

But gods like Cantimius and Chronos are different. They try their best to regain control of the situation, but they don't know that they are actually a part of the great destiny and drift with the tide.

"......"

Na Gulan's eyes were blank, half understanding.

Nolan spread his hands and swallowed another grape, "So they don't like to play with me."

why?

The answer is simple, because...my name is the Destroyer of Worlds.

Now that the Necrotic Demon God has set a precedent, more divine masters will be eager to try and challenge the rules of the supreme court.

The gods are not willing to give up the world, but they are also greedy for more. They are all great fraudsters. They want to prohibit others from fouling, but they also want to be a special case themselves.

And so chaos ensues.

The loser wants to come back, the winner wants to keep winning, the wheel of history is unstoppable, the same myth will repeat itself, the only difference lies in how the players shuffle the cards and reset the authority.

Therefore, everyone must be prepared before the start of a new round of battle of gods, and don't easily try the taste of being swallowed by chaos.

......

The abyss and the holy alliance have been swept by the tide of chaos, blood and flesh fly across the battlefield, swords and shields clash, and secret barrages sweep the battlefield.

The dining table of the soul ferryman is always so bloody, happily harvesting the sacrifices brought by the evil spirit apostle.