Retired god king transferred to witch idol manager

The bald head took off his gloves, and his vertical eyes looked at the poor dog who was trying to escape to the teleportation hall. The green eyes flashed, and all the brave believers in sight were petrified and frozen in place.

Every lunatic feels that he is normal, and that it is other people who are wrong, and the six entropy demons are probably like this.

The demons in the city danced wildly and blood flowed like rivers, but a few intruders wantonly ravaged the main city of the lord of the main plane, and a million soldiers were smashed into pieces by a broken-winged angel. The scene was enough to make the strongest warrior collapse in despair.

The entropy of impermanence found an excellent angle to preserve this world-famous painting. The point is that the world's longest legged Jingshuang, the indomitable daughter of the giant spirit, wiped out the last hope of the gods and people.

The desperate Heroic Priest frantically asked for help, knelt on the ruined temple to connect to the space channel, and sent a distress signal to the Hall of Heroes and all allies, which was exactly what Chaos Knight wanted.

At the same time, all forces received messages from the Indomitable Legion, and the cry of that helpless face reached every believer in the Kingdom of God and the Federation of Freedom, without the slightest bit of arrogance and domineering.

"Save us! No matter who it is, come and save us!"

The priest of the heroic spirit repeated his crazy ravings, obviously lost his mind, and no one knew what happened to him.

What shocked the envoys of faith and the priests of the stars was the devastated city-state behind him. The Temple of the God of War in the territory of the Unyielding Fist was in ruins, and there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood as far as the eye could see.

"They are here, they are here, they are Chaos Apostles! They are all monsters! They are monsters!"

The heart-piercing roar of the heroic priest was intermittent, but it was enough for others to catch the terrifying truth behind it, and they were sweating coldly.

What about the Unyielding Fist?

That is the most powerful boxer!

"Master Aken has already been taken by them... No, where is the head of Zhankuang, where is the God Lord, if this continues, we will all die, and we will all be killed by the devil!"

At this time, a huge shadow approached quietly, blocking the spatial vision.

The envoy of the Allied Belief in the Kingdom of God took a deep breath. The moment he saw the person coming, he subconsciously took two steps back, and did not dare to respond to the rescue from the Temple of War. This might cause trouble to his upper body.

Sensing something, the heroic priest trembled and turned his head, his lower body was already wet with the smelly yellow liquid.

"Is this the brave and fearless believer of the Temple of War? It is eye-opening. I thought you would never be afraid."

A tall man was dressed in forest black armor, carrying a sharp-toothed giant sword. The purple-black annihilation flames surrounded his body, and the flames of nothingness ignited in his chest. The eyes of the void overlook all living beings.

Chaos Dragon Knight! ?

The six entropy demons were covered in blood, standing quietly behind the black knight, and each Chaos Apostle exuded palpitating soul fluctuations.

The most frightening blood-red fruit foot is probably the most frightening. Its size is simply appalling, and even a whole toe cannot be fully accommodated in the picture.

Now the envoys from all walks of life understood what was going on there, and with just a few people, Invincible and the other Chaos Apostles slaughtered the entire main plane of the Fist of the Unyielding territory!

577. The Watcher in the Darkness

The smell of blood came from the waterfall, and a strong murderous aura filled the surroundings. This is the Chaos Apostle who serves the Destroyer of Worlds, the only spokesperson for power and tyranny.

"ah------!"

The heroic priest screamed and went completely crazy, but before he could take two steps, his upper body and lower body suddenly separated.

The reason is very simple, this noisy guy has affected the recording material of Impermanence Entropy Demon!

The dwarf waved his hand impatiently, and the space cut cut off the vitality in an instant, the internal organs and intestines were scattered all over the ground, and the two legs ran forward for a few meters before convulsing and falling down.

The space signal was gradually cut off, and the picture became more and more blurred, but all the kingdoms of God who believed in it felt the chill, including the enraged and panicked envoy of the Hall of Valor.

"Tremble....run away...abandon your stupid beliefs, this is your only chance to survive...all those who work with the Temple of War will be regarded as Enemy of the Throne of Chaos, the next... is the Unbreakable Fist!"

Finally, Wudi's voice came, and it became softer and softer, but many divine envoys felt cold all over their bodies, and rushed to inform others impatiently.

That insane man destroyed the Indomitable Legion, and blatantly announced the next city massacre notice!

Only then did the envoys of the Hall of Valor realize what had happened to the Unbroken Legion that had been unable to return to the territory for a long time, and what had happened to a part of the territory that had lost contact.

The Throne of Chaos' revenge came unexpectedly, crazy and domineering, completely breaking the fragile pattern between the worlds.

The Destiny Sacrifice in the Five Faith Kingdoms and the Qingleng Hall of the Faith Kingdom also received a call for help. A tall woman withdrew her gaze, and there was no longer any picture in the magic crystal prism.

"What is supposed to come will come sooner or later. It cannot be changed or violated. It is destiny."

The silver-haired angel wore a white cloak, her face was covered by a hood, and the robe was embroidered with silver mystic runes. She served Claudia, the lord of mysteries among the three goddesses of destiny.

The woman closed her eyes and tried to pay attention to the chaotic vision in the distance. What caught her eyes was the entangled trajectory of fate. The golden silk flocks and black lines were closely intertwined, implying that the unpredictable future has been disturbed by power.

The mysterious envoy hesitated for a moment, her pupils suddenly turned indifferent, detached from the world, she tore a strand of slender hair from her ear, and murmured an unknown rune prayer in a low voice.

The silver thread moves automatically without wind, and floats into the distance, hoping to resolve the sisters' nonsense at the critical moment.

"The war of faith has begun..."

At the same time, the worried Lord of Mysteries also observed another subtle trajectory, a soul that was about to be extinguished was throwing itself into the ferryman's embrace.

But the guide of Zhanlan theocracy is an evil spirit who has been resurrected from the dead. The god of death gave his apostle the authority to open the kingdom of the dead, and quietly joined the game of the gods with the help of a spokesperson.

That is also a very terrifying taboo power, which breaks the samsara balance of life and death, and may reverse the situation of the entire world.

The upheaval does not happen overnight, but most of the time those terrible seeds go deep into the soil, hidden in unknown places, and will not be exposed to the eyes of the world until the moment they take root and sprout.

Apart from fate, no one knew that Roland had returned to the place where the dream began, his hometown, the sub-plane Iselan.

Ghost Rider has transcended the world, once left the kingdom of the living, and imprisoned the soul with the body of the dead. Strictly speaking, he is no longer in the game.

Demon King Serentiya has kept a low profile recently. The Abyss needs a period of time to recuperate, and Huangyan Province also needs a large number of legions stationed to guard. Fortunately, no one has time to manage a group of reborn demons at this time.

Roland felt the call from somewhere, and didn't pay too much attention to external disputes, or even the great changes of the Holy Alliance, and returned to the original starting point alone.

If the Holy Alliance succeeds in transforming, the human race will break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, and continue its glory to the next era. If it fails, even a dead person will not be able to help the living.

As for the three daughters, they had their own chapters to write and had no time for the dead to be indecisive.

What Roland wants to defend his homeland at all costs is a more terrifying future enemy. For this, he needs more power, a stronger force, a power that is not afraid of death!

Not long after Alicia left, there was a lot of turmoil in the Plantagenet Kingdom, because His Majesty the rock-solid King finally fell.

Both the Star Envoy of Libra and the High Priest of the Holy Church have come to visit, but unfortunately all kinds of potions and spells and laws have had little effect, and it can be concluded that time is running out.

Vivienne blamed herself deeply for this, and spent a lot of resources and money in exchange for some precious medicinal materials that procrastinated Bowen, helping him get rid of the pain and confusion, and at least he could stay awake and confess his funeral.

Bowen expressed his sincere gratitude to the dean of the school. His story ends here. He has been down and down, and he has been brilliant. So far, he can move towards liberation without regrets and bid farewell to this terrible and boring world.

But some housework can't be easily handed over like the Griffin coat of arms. In the past, Bowen and the Griffin Knights suppressed it, and no one dared to make a mistake.

Now that the king has fallen, many princes and princesses have turned their minds on the throne, and began to form gangs to buy vassals, and no longer care about the dying person on the hospital bed.

To this group of noble and cold-blooded heirs, that man was just a rude fat man with a huge appetite. After learning that the throne had not been given, even the eldest prince was so angry that he stopped pretending, and the sickbed was empty and deserted.

This ending is not much different from Huangyan Wangjue.

Bowen was open-minded by nature, and he had so many piglets only because he enjoyed the process of making offspring. He didn't mind the inheritance of a group of little bastards.

As for the golden bump, whoever has the ability can just grab it, anyway, it was snatched back then.

Bowen, whom all children are looking forward to, will die soon, and the evil spirit watcher in the shadows is no exception, only he is waiting by his old friend's side.

Roland didn't care about the concerns of the living. He had no attachment since he sold his soul, and the weak king on the bed would soon no longer need to care.

On the third night of the last quarter moon, the faltering fire of life is about to be extinguished.

Thanks to the secret medicine of Libra Star Envoy, the bewildered old king no longer felt pain, but he seemed to see a figure, an old friend he never wanted to see again.

"Am I dazzled..."

Bowen's eyes were half open, his eyes were cloudy, and his voice was weak.

"No."

A long-haired man walked out of the shadows. His face was handsome but his skin was pale. His eyes were dead and cold. Duke Ruin of Morningstar City was a handsome man who was famous in the Holy Alliance at that time.

578. You Are a Cruel Person

"Dog thing, is it really you?"

Bowen coughed twice and said this, but he felt great comfort in his heart, and the last bit of resentment disappeared.

Since it appeared here, Roland didn't really betray everyone, that's enough.

It's a pity that the man didn't come here entirely to see him off.

"it's me."

Roland nodded, his face was clean and fresh, and his long brown hair was tied around his shoulders.

"Yeah... you're such a..."

Bowen closed his eyes contentedly, without any regrets, his thick arms hung down, and he couldn't finish the sentence.

Roland lowered his proud head, put his right fist on his chest to perform military salute, and paid the highest respect to the lonely warrior, until the huge piece of meat was silent and gradually lost its temperature.

hum.....

When he opened his eyes again, Ghost Rider's eyes glowed with a dark green light, and strange ripples echoed in the air. He took off his right hand glove and thrust it straight into Bowen's chest and heart!

That hand seemed to be transparent and invisible. It passed through the chest of the cold corpse, grabbed something, quickly outlined the mysterious engraving, and integrated the rune of the god of death into the unscattered soul and embedded it in the body.

The corpse twitched for a while, and then opened its eyes, eyes, nose, and mouth. There was a strange light in the body, and it screamed in pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! No------!"

After a while, Bowen stopped convulsing and became silent again, still a lifeless corpse.

Suddenly, the corpse stretched out its hand, grabbed Roland's neck, and threw him against the wall, creating a deep hole.

Bowen's weak body moved again, obviously without sound, his heartbeat and body temperature were deprived, but powerful soul fluctuations emerged from his whole body, he jumped up and down, and rushed to hold Roland's head.

"You...it's you! You bloody bastard!"

The disturbed ghosts could not rest in peace, furious, just like when Roland just woke up, and was forcibly pulled back from the other side before falling into the darkness.

Ghost Rider twitched the corners of his mouth, but said lightly, "Welcome back."

The abundant soul flowing in King Plantagenet's body seemed to be better than before, but it was no longer using blood as the medium, but another cold way of operation, and the exhausted vitality was no longer bound.

"Drink...ha...."

With just a little force, Bowen could crush Roland's skull. His teeth were grinding and the light in his eyes gradually faded. He looked down at his body and seemed to understand something, so he finally let go.

So that's the thing, Roland wants to use the abyss to do something, things that he can never do when he is alive.

This bastard was waiting for him here!

In a sense, Roland has really fulfilled his brotherly responsibility, sharing the blessings and suffering together, even if he is unlucky, he will be dragged into the water together...

"I'm so stupid, if it wasn't for the sake of my little niece, I would have swallowed you alive right now!"

Bowen moved his limbs and sneered, the law of gluttony was still there, and he unceremoniously spit on Roland's handsome face.

In the eyes of mankind, the heroic Holy Marshal is nothing but a selfish scum.

Roland didn't mind either. He wiped his saliva, rubbed his stiff chin, and said with a smile, "Play with me as you like, but now, I need your help, comrade."

The old friend's attitude is serious and sincere, even when he was alive, he never spoke like this.

Bowen squinted his eyes, his irritable soul gradually calmed down, and stared at Roland silently, and sighed after a long time: "You are such a cruel person."

No matter how angry he was, Bowen would never refuse Roland's request, and he beat him up afterward.

A friend is probably like this, even if he is a scum.

Roland smiled, and there was a rare wave of emotion, and then he patted the debris on his body, put on the black armor, and turned back into a cold-blooded and ruthless commander-in-chief.

"I haven't been a person for a long time, and you... are no longer, let's go, there are others waiting for us."

"........"

Bowen's eyelids twitched slightly, watching Roland's leaving back, silent for a long time.

This monster wasn't Roland, at least not quite, just his worst side.

Perhaps, Bowen never really understood this best friend worth entrusting his back to, and only that crazy woman saw through this equally crazy soul and still loved him deeply.

King Plantagenet took a last look at his palace and disappeared into the night. No one would care about his disappearance, because no one cared, and the saddest ones were probably the three little nieces.

If they knew who Bowen was with, their sadness would probably turn into anger.

In any case, Bowen became an immortal evil spirit just like Roland, and all the good things in his heart were left in the kingdom of the dead, more decisive and cruel than before, devoid of humanity.

The dream of resting in peace has come to nothing, and the endless battle will continue.