Retired god king transferred to witch idol manager

But if it relies on this point to think that no one dares to provoke itself, it is a big mistake!

"What a group of lovely and powerful girls, please don't worry about me, I will take care of myself, I hope you are too..."

Fermis's laughter was meaningful and especially pleasant, and his chest was swaying.

Nolan bit her lip, or, what the other party was waiting for was that she would voluntarily leave Saint Lenza, leave the blessing of Kyle Tiffany, and fall into disaster in a different dimension, but no one could help her.

Fermis raised the corner of his mouth, the mirror reflected the glare of the sun, as if to say: "That's right, if you are afraid, just give up obediently, stay here, and let's continue this game."

Nolan's eyes were cold, but he also smiled sweetly, and said expectantly, "I can't wait!"

The servant of fate is trying to tamper with the established future and challenge the Lord of Chaos, so come here and try.

Woo ------!

Suddenly, the raging wind roared in the sky, hissing shrilly, and the clouds were blown away.

Everyone raised their heads in confusion, only feeling a surge of souls spreading in all directions, and the biting wind element took that step, advancing towards the road of the strong.

"This is...the Holy One?"

Lily and Mengmeng exclaimed in surprise, not quite sure about the source of the strangeness.

However, Nolan could clearly feel that there was another saint in this secondary plane, and he came from the Plantagenet Kingdom, in the direction of Morningstar City.

All of a sudden, the entire St. Lenz campus was awakened by the gale. More people didn't know why, thinking it was another invasion, they hurriedly ran out of the dormitory to look around, talking about it.

"Someone has broken through the sanctuary, and it's in Iselan...... who is it?"

The guardians of the major campuses stood at the top of the magic crystal tower, frowning and looking into the distance. When they detected the familiar fluctuations, they were suddenly surprised and laughed from ear to ear.

is her!

Invincible, the super tutor, has replaced Dragon Ji's Lair as the most dangerous place in the school. At this moment, the female hooligans in the apartment have sensed this new saint, but they don't know which strong man from the Plantagenet Kingdom it is.

Fen Rui'er and Sha Ye were thoughtful, and Vivian stopped making coffee.

"A very clear wind language element."

The dean couldn't help but praise, she didn't know who that young and powerful aura was, but it was a little pity that such a genius was not born in the Star Alliance School.

The hangover sand sculpture headmaster straightened up, sat up holding the wine bottle, his vest was sloppy, revealing his majestic breasts, and took another big gulp excitedly.

"This breath... is little Ellie!"

The sudden sanctity of the strong attracted the Nightingale Expeditionary Team. The seniors had shining eyes, envied and encouraged themselves, and that kind of highlight moment was the goal they had been striving for all their lives.

"Who could it be, Imperial Commander? Or Princess Mary? No, she has just received the blessing of the Qiyao Temple and has been transferred to the sixteenth-rank Huoyao warrior."

Mengmeng racked her brains and couldn't come up with the answer that she wanted to come up with. To say that none of the heirs in line of the Plantagenet Kingdom is decent, the most powerful one is Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Nolan looked at the sky, his gloomy and pretty face softened a little, and he smiled lightly, "It's Alicia."

"Eh? Big sister?"

Zenola's eyes were pleasantly surprised, and Messiah's delicate mouth also opened into an O shape. Although he was not as good as Byron, he was still a monster in this grade who was promoted to the Sanctuary!

The other seniors were also cheering, happy for Alicia, but Mengmeng pouted her lips, a little reluctantly happy, because she was a big step behind Alicia again!

What reassures Nolan the most is not Alicia's improvement. Now that Da Qiao has crossed the threshold in one fell swoop, he has naturally untied the knot in his heart. After shutting himself up in the Duke's Mansion for so long, he finally let go of the heavy burden he saw in the Battle of Huangyan. burden.

I believe that the big sister who is in high spirits will be back soon.

"We can't lose either, let's go."

"Ow!"

After a slight delay, Lily took out a blood-stained ribbon, meditated on the spatial coordinates, and respectfully placed it in the mouth of one of the beast gods.

A moment later, the beast head radiated blood-red beams, enveloped the crowd, applied a consecration buff, and then tore open a space gap connecting the two worlds.

Nolan smiled strangely at Phimis, hooked his fingers, and jumped in first.

No matter how many times you travel through space, this kind of thing makes people feel lingering fear. Zenola and Messiah swallowed their saliva, held hands and closed their eyes, hoping to fall into the arms of their sweetheart in the next second.

The Nightingale Expeditionary Team followed closely behind and stepped into the gap neatly, with Lily and Mengmeng at the end.

Unexpectedly, just as Her Majesty left, Commander Maria immediately got out of the bushes, trotted to the advisor and gave a salute, smiled foolishly, and sneaked in as well.

Fermis was stunned, smiled, turned around and bowed deeply to the Crystal Palace, and said to himself: "Sister, then I'm not welcome?"

When the Goddess of Calamity stepped into the gap, the beast's head glowed red and gradually turned black. After a while, it fell silent.

As soon as Fermis left St. Lenza, the secretary-general who was bedridden and howled miraculously recovered, alive and kicking, Lin rolled her eyes, and always felt that she was pretending, just to fish for a day, as for it?

At the Cape of Silence in the Crystal Campus, the two instructors were also curiously looking at Morning Star City in the west. A new human saint was born in the Griffin's Nest. This is good news to celebrate.

Celanie waved her small fan lightly, her voice was sweet, and it was only the two of them in this meeting.

"You specifically asked me to come, are you ready to take office?"

571. Veteran Scars

"When did I promise?"

The attitude of the black knight is still so unreasonable, and he has other important orders.

"Wrong answer, just push the boat along at this time~"

Selani sighed, and fell into Invincible's arms, leaning against his chest armor, her long pink hair exuded a strange fragrance, which smelled very good, it was the special perfume of the [Hundred Flowers] saint.

This trick might be useful for the beautiful girl God King's body, but Celanie couldn't detect any emotional fluctuations in this man, and she didn't even have the breath of life, as always, she was dead and cold.

"Convey a word for me."

"to whom?"

"Dream Salon."

Celanie's heart skipped a beat, her expression changed, and she became a lot more serious. It seemed that it was serious business.

"Please say."

Invincible said in a deep voice: "When you see the next miracle, you will know what the Throne of Chaos needs. It is not free."

It would be a pity to let the resources Lei Ruiyi won go unused. Now is the time to let the witch idol go to the world.

Celanie's heart trembled, she nodded and responded: "Naturally, as long as any king shows his due value, he will receive the infinite favor of the queens, it depends on the weight of the miracle."

If the wealthy women in the dream salon knew Nolan's other identity, they might win more bargaining chips. Someone didn't plan to keep hiding it, and there was no need for invincibility anymore.

"Trust me, the next miracle is going to be amazing."

The dull voice dissipated in the air, and the tall figure of the black knight disappeared in the annihilation flames.

"Wonderful?"

What could be more exciting than liberating criminals from the abyss?

Celanie held her chin, uncertain, who would doubt these crazy apostles of chaos now.

Dream Salon has invited many kings with great potential. His Royal Highness the Holy Son of the Qiyao Temple, the Young Lord of the Blue Demon of the Garan Temple, and even the first adopted son of the Obsidian Emperor are all inextricably linked with the Rich Woman Club and have received a lot of sponsorship.

The Daughter of Chaos is not the most powerful one, nor the most powerful king, but she is the most surprising potential stock.

No one could have guessed that the beginning of the myth of the new world will be the fall of a god......

Ever since the Duke of Destruction was buried in the Scarlet Fortress, the Griffin's Nest has been shrouded in gloom, and everyone is silently mourning.

At this moment, a new storm dispelled the dark clouds, and the citizens of Morning Star City saluted towards the Duke's Mansion, with tears in their eyes, not only towards the heroic marshal who died in battle, but also towards their proud young lady.

The promotion of the new saint is the gospel of the whole plane. The city-states of Iseran, large and small, are guessing who this mysterious saint is, but the girl who is at the center of the discussion, the well-deserved protagonist, is not happy.

The duke's mansion was deserted and empty. The stern duke, the naive duchess, the old housekeeper and two lovely younger sisters were all gone, but within a year, everything had changed.

The brown-haired girl stepped out of the room, her figure was tall and plump, her pretty face was pale and thin, she seemed to have passed through a very difficult time.

Alicia's pajamas were lazy but her eyes were extremely firm. She tapped a stone brick with her light bare feet, riding the strong wind into the sky, and went straight to the Plantagenet King City without saying a word.

Flying beside the girl was a pure white unicorn, its joyful neighing resounded through the sky, changing its decadence.

The speed of the Fengyu warrior is superb, and the long distances on weekdays are gradually disappearing in the wind. The unicorn cavalry who has stepped into a new field squeezed his fists, only feeling that the world is in the palm of his hand, far better than before.

At the end of the Gulf Stream, the majestic royal city is crawling on the ground, and it looks so small from the sky.

Alicia rode a unicorn and swooped down, crossed the guards and the city wall, and landed directly in the inner court of the palace. Before entering the inner palace, she was surrounded by a group of high-ranking soldiers, who regarded it as a threat to despise the king.

"Get out!"

Deafening laughter drove away the imperial guards, King Plantagenet's thick voice came from the inner hall, welcoming the big surprise from Morningstar City.

"I knew you would be the first one to come to me to break off the engagement after breaking the holiness, hahahahaha!"

Alicia rubbed her nose, her face flushed slightly, that kind of routine was not a script for a retired god king to become a witch idol manager, although she really wanted to do it.

The tyrannical contract of the crazy father used to be the goal of the girl's struggle, but now, that doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter anymore.

The light in the inner hall was dim, and the golden red gauze curtain did not let a ray of sunlight disturb the king's elegance. No one was allowed to enter without the king's order. Even the prince and princess dared not rush to see their current father.

Alicia entered the inner hall, frowning slightly. A sour smell of rotten food came over her face. It seemed that no one had come in to clean it for a long time.

King Plantagenet was still sitting on his nouveau riche-style flamboyant golden throne, his astonishing body was like a mountain of meat, and his former armor-like body was sagging loosely on the throne.

Bowen numbly raised the empty wine glass, stuck out his tongue and licked the side of the glass, he was panting heavily, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, he was half asleep, half awake, like drunk but not drunk.

The former great warrior was like an old beast, violent, sensitive and irritable.

These days were equally torturous for Bowen. Only when he saw Alicia's bearded and haggard face could he show a hint of relief. If it wasn't for the curse, Roland should have become the pride of the Holy Alliance at this age.

In a trance, Bowen seemed to have returned to the past. During that period of high-spirited and passionate years, he couldn't help laughing stupidly.

Alicia's eyes were slightly red, and she said softly, "Your Majesty, I'm actually here to thank you, so let me say goodbye by the way."

The girl had thousands of thanks in her heart and didn't know how to express it. When she was in a daze, it was Bowen who protected her from returning to the territory of Iseran from the persecution of Lord Cangqing.

When the Fist of the Unbreakable invaded, it was also Bowen who stood up. Alicia should have been there to protect her alma mater and her sister.

The fatherly love that this rough and reckless man gave to the three sisters far surpassed Roland and his own children. So far, the eldest sister still keeps the expensive gifts he sends every year, although Alicia doesn't like it at all.

Bowen was unresponsive, and it took a long time to pick up a rotten turkey leg from the huge dining table, and said while biting: "Hey, you really should go, there's nothing here... nothing !"

"I think what you need most now is..."

Alicia stepped forward to try to dissuade him, but Bowen's eyes widened. He suddenly shouted violently and kicked over the dining table, which startled Alicia and hurriedly dodged to avoid it.

"Go away!"

Bowen was out of breath, staring at Alicia, and it took him a long time to remember who she was, and he calmed down.

There are countless large and small plane wars, which have completely changed a veteran. They are no longer young, but they will never be able to get rid of the mental trauma left by the war.

572. The silent sender

There are countless large and small plane wars, which have completely changed a veteran. They are no longer young, but they will never be able to get rid of the mental trauma left by the war.

"Are you injured?"

Alicia noticed the ferocious bloodstain on Bowen's arm, and a bad premonition flashed in her heart. This kind of situation was impossible in the past.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I'm just a little hungry, why can't I never get enough to eat..."

Bowen looked at the slowly wriggling granulation on his arm, where it should have been healed, but now it cracked again, but he didn't care, he forgot the first half of the sentence as soon as he finished speaking, and began to forget.

Crazy eating will replenish Bowen's soul and continuously activate the potential of the body, but outsiders don't know that the law of overdrawing the future has given the [gluttony] saint a power comparable to that of a monster, and it also left a serious burden.

Ordinary saints can have vitality comparable to that of longevity species, and it is very easy to live past a hundred years old, but now Bowen is a strong outsider, and his fire of life is dying.

After all, human beings have limits. After Roland could no longer fight, Bowen took all the pressure on the frontal battlefield alone.

The Unbroken Fist was the straw that broke the camel's back. That battle hurt both sides, and it was also the last battle of the [Gluttony] Saint. There was only so much he could do for his old friend.

"Let me treat you, at least bandage it!"

Alicia bit her lip, but Bowen waved his hand and refused, his fierce aura made it difficult for Alicia to get close, and she might deny her relatives at any time.

"Who do you think I am? I am the lord of Iseran. I can take a nap for this kind of minor injury!"

King Plantagenet threw a piece of metal, clanging, and fell to the hall floor.

The commanding coat of arms of the Griffin Legion lay on the ground, possessing the sole authority of the strongest combat power of the Holy Alliance, and it was justifiable for Roland's daughter to take over.