Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

The waiter shook his head: "I'm sorry, I don't know why either. Please come back early. If you can't come back, you'll have to wait until 5 a.m.

Celia stepped forward. "I'm not sure when I'll be there. Could you give me a spare key?"

The waiter shook his head. “This won’t do. If the boss finds out, I won’t be able to work anymore… On another note, a lady as beautiful as you must be a gentle and kind person.”

As he spoke, Celia placed 10 silver coins on his plate. The shopkeeper immediately changed his tone, taking the coins with one hand and taking out a key with the other.

The inn charges 2 silver coins per day, and 10 silver coins is not a small amount for the innkeeper.

"Thank you."

Celia thanked them politely, but inwardly she was thinking the same thing.

Even if I pretend to be an ordinary person, people will say I'm beautiful. It's money that's beautiful!

Leaving the hotel, although curious about the reason for the sudden curfew, Celia had more important things to do now.

It's 6:30 in the evening now, the sky has completely darkened, the streetlights are coming on, and the night is slowly becoming lively.

Celia quickly arrived at the city gate. Before she even stepped outside, she saw a piece of paper pasted next to the gate that read—

[By order of the city lord, the city gates will close at 9 PM. Please plan your time accordingly.]

"What happened in Southern Border City?"

Celia frowned slightly.

"Could it be related to the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association?"

She shook her head.

How can it be!

Chapter 194 The Evil God Was Actually a Dragon Knight

"I think I forgot something."

After leaving Southern City, Celia took out her staff and stared blankly at the empty space inside the ring.

"I still haven't dealt with the magic crystals on the staff."

Ross said, "It's a minor issue. Having the Siren's Eye won't affect its use; it just means you can't overdraw the power of the magic crystal."

Celia remained silent for a moment, then asked, "Can overdrafting magic crystals defeat a fourth-tier mage?"

"No, you can only defeat pseudo-fourth-tier opponents. To defeat a fourth-tier opponent, you need to reach the late stage of the third tier."

"Later stages?"

"When preparations began for the fourth-level ascension ceremony."

Is the difference really that big?

Even after witnessing the power of the Blue Winged Seahorse, Celia still felt that as a third-tier being, she could easily defeat a pseudo-fourth-tier being, and even if she went all out (referring to the evil god acting as her substitute), she might still be able to defeat a fourth-tier being.

"You've fought so many Tier 3 opponents, can't you see that there's not much difference between Tier 2 and Tier 3?" Ross retorted.

“I can see that,” Celia nodded.

The difference in magic power between the second and third tiers is not significant, nor is the difference in spell power.

The giant ice spikes that Ross used to unleash his magic crystals, and the ice that froze everything, were several times more powerful than any third-tier spell that Celia had ever seen.

A qualitative leap.

"Fourth-tier mages experience a qualitative change when using low-tier spells. Therefore, before you reach the late stage of the third tier, do not consider fighting against fourth-tier mages. It is the safest course of action to have the fourth-tier mages of the Holy Court deal with you."

Celia nodded, then suddenly realized something and asked in confusion, "Wait a minute, Lord Ross, you said the Deep Sea Aid Society might send a fourth-tier unit to attack me this time. If I can't win, why should I come out?"

Ross said calmly, "Because of the curfew in Southern City, they can't get in at night."

Celia: "...Can't I wait until daytime to come out?"

"So we can make our escape tonight." Ross smiled slightly.

Celia: "..."

After leaving Southern City, Celia randomly chose a direction and flew forward for half an hour before stopping beside a small river.

Ross's phantom appeared. "It's here, pretty much right here."

"Ok."

Celia stopped as instructed, and looking at the clear river, she couldn't resist going to the riverbank, sitting on a large rock, and using the light from her staff to take off her shoes and soak her feet.

Several fish, no bigger than her little finger, came over and nibbled at her little feet, giving her a ticklish sensation.

The girl couldn't help but laugh.

"Mr. Ross, this river is so refreshing! Would you like to take a dip?"

Ross glanced at her, said nothing, and simply took out several strange stones covered in runes.

But after thinking about it, he took it back.

"This place is not suitable."

As he spoke, he instructed Celia, "You stay here and don't move. I'll go set up the magic circle."

"it is good!"

Celia, who was comfortably soaking her feet, nodded in agreement.

At this moment, it was approaching nine o'clock. There was no moon tonight, and both the sky and the earth were shrouded in darkness.

After soaking her feet and putting on her shoes, Celia suddenly felt that the surroundings were too quiet.

A sense of unease crept into her mind.

She put the package away and took out several auxiliary scrolls to use on herself, forming a surrounding rock shield around her.

"By the way, where is Lord Ross?"

Celia looked up but saw neither the puppet nor sensed Ross.

The river is surrounded by rolling grassland with only a few scattered small trees, offering no obstruction and a wide-open view.

This is a carefully chosen location, allowing for early detection of the enemy.

But at this time...

She tried to sense the location of Ross and the puppet. The puppet gave her a faint sense of presence, but Ross gave her no sense at all.

No matter how you look at it, something doesn't seem right.

"So you've already fallen victim to this?"

The girl's heart began to pound.

He grabbed his staff and prepared to run toward the puppet he had sensed.

Just then, a flash appeared in front of them, and Ross's figure appeared.

"What are you doing?"

"Ah, Lord Ross."

Celia breathed a sigh of relief. "I didn't sense you just now. I thought I had been hit by an enemy's mental spell."

"That's the magic array I set up."

As Ross spoke, he re-established a connection with Celia, sharing everything about the magic circle with her.

"This magic circle is called the Dragon Imprisonment Magic Circle. I used it to tame a giant dragon."

"Has Lord Ross ever tamed a dragon?"

"If you study history, you will find that in the era when dragons were active, there was no hero who did not have a dragon as his mount."

"That would be really impressive..."

"It is indeed very impressive, but the dragon is too big and inconvenient."

Ross shook his head, not intending to continue the topic. He said, "Alright, grab your scroll and prepare to face the enemy."

As Ross's figure gradually disappeared, Celia found an open space to sit down and began to meditate.

"Wouldn't I be too obvious, like I was just waiting for them to come?"

"What we need is to make it obvious. Take that Puppet Heart, place it on your fingertip, and input a little mental energy for best results."

"it is good."

Celia took out the fragment of the Sea God's divine essence, placed it on her fingertip, and infused it with a wisp of spiritual power. The fragment slowly floated up in her hand, emitting a faint, deep blue glow.

Celia felt a strange resonance with the puppet heart, as if a voice was calling to her from within the puppet heart.

However, the sound seemed like an illusion, and it was not clear.

Just as she was about to listen more carefully, Ross's voice came from beside her: "Don't respond, just listen."

Celia woke up with a start and patted her chest.

She didn't know what the consequences of listening carefully would be, but it certainly wouldn't be anything good.

She absentmindedly checked the time on her bracelet, then suddenly froze.

"How come an hour has already passed?"

It's 10 PM right now.

If Celia remembered correctly, it was only around nine o'clock when she was preparing to go find Ross.

"It's normal, but it's not a bad thing. Feel your own mental strength."

Celia followed her instructions and sensed that her mental strength seemed to have increased somewhat.

"So listening to the voice of the puppet's heart has this kind of benefit?"

“Yes, but only a few Puppet Hearts can.” Ross nodded.

And only those with maxed-out Divine Contract can do it. He added in his mind.

The reason why mental strength has increased is that the fragment of the divine essence is carrying out the will of the sea god, modifying the mental strength of the person who descends to be suitable for the sea god, and trying to transform them into a form that is more convenient for the sea god to descend. In this process, mental strength will gradually be improved.

If Celia were to listen carefully, the divine fragments would begin to transform her mental power and soul, something that ordinary people couldn't easily utilize.

Just as Celia was about to continue sensing the fragments of divinity to enhance her spiritual power, everything around her suddenly began to move without any wind.

Dozens of heretics dressed in blue robes quietly appeared and surrounded Celia.

"Finally here."

The girl picked up her staff and stood up.

A strange laugh came from an unknown place.

"Hehehehehehehe...the perfect prey..."

Chapter 195 If I can't beat them, I'll run away

The night is deep.

Under the gray sky.

The blue robes worn by the dozens of heretics emitted a faint glow, making them quite conspicuous.

Celia didn't understand why these people both pretended to be something they didn't.

She didn't know where these people came from, or why so many people were needed to deal with a second-tier mage like her.

All she knew was that she was about to go on a killing spree!

The magic circle that Ross had prepared had already been activated, and all the heretics were trapped inside the Dragon-Binding Magic Circle without even realizing it.

Before the infidels could attack, Celia launched the first attack.

She held her staff high, radiating an intense, holy light.

Purification from Ross.

The holy light shone on the heretics, and many of them immediately seemed to have met their nemesis. Their original airs and pretenses vanished, and they fell to the ground, struggling in pain.

These are second-tier mages.