Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

Ethel: "..."

At this moment, he really wanted to give Ross a shoddy construction project, but no matter how shoddy it was, it wouldn't have much of an impact on the temple.

The construction of a temple complex can be completed in just a few days when divine power is used.

But Ross insisted on making him carry the stones one by one, building it slowly.

Ethel scoffed: "So what? You just let that mortal use the power of divinity?"

"Of course not, you have to do it. Otherwise, how could a mere fourth-tier mage use your divine power? He would be blown up in just a few minutes."

“What do you want to do?” Ethel stared at Ross.

"It's very simple, just do as I say..."

Listening to Ross's plan, Ethel remained silent for a moment, then scoffed, "Boring."

Chapter 281 Deville, kneel down!

"A tremendous strength!"

Count de Verde's prestige is rising steadily.

It is getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, because he could not control the power emanating from the god, it leaked out, causing everyone else in the room to kneel on the ground, drenched in sweat.

Count Deville carefully sensed the power emanating from the divine essence, and he quickly grasped how to control and release this powerful force.

This realization was so profound that it captivated him.

Their momentum gradually subsided.

However, this power did not disappear; it remained within the puppet.

A look of confidence appeared on his face.

The urge for revenge in his mind gradually intensified.

It seemed a little strange, but he was quickly distracted by the powerful force.

He wanted to get revenge immediately and find Benovia to get to the bottom of things.

But he was not yet familiar with this power.

So he waved his hand and said, "Go and get the Trial Stone from the house!"

He felt that even if a sixth-tier mage came, he could defeat them!

If you can't win, it's not because you lack strength.

The problem is that the puppet's strength is insufficient!

The enormous trial stone was transported to the small square of the manor, where Count Deville gave orders to the puppet.

"A full blow!"

The puppet was covered in a rich, deep blue light. The next moment, a sword aura slashed out and pierced into the trial stone, which was half a person tall.

boom!

The incredibly hard trial stone shattered into pieces, turning into dust in the next second!

These stones, specifically designed for testing spells and magic, are extremely sturdy and possess the property of dispersing attacks, spreading any instantaneous damage received throughout the entire stone.

The bigger it is, the stronger it is.

To cut and destroy, special tools are needed to cut slowly.

Depending on the force applied, the trial stones obtained from mining are divided into six levels, and according to their size, they can withstand spell attacks of levels one to six.

The trial stone in front of me, now reduced to dust, was a trial stone that could withstand attacks from fifth-tier spells, but it would break when faced with sixth-tier spells.

But to be shattered into dust like this is unheard of!

Absolute power!

Reason is slowly slipping away.

In a daze, Count Deville seemed to hear someone scoff: "The power of the gods is not something that can be easily controlled."

Normally, he would have pondered deeply, but now all his attention was focused on the immense power.

He took a deep breath, using his remaining rationality to suppress his desire for revenge: "Butler, tomorrow morning, take some men and come with me to stop Benovia and question her directly!"

With absolute power, why bother with conspiracies and painstaking investigations?

They went directly to their door and demanded answers!

……

The next morning, Benovia came out of her room, preparing to go to school, when she sensed a powerful force that ignored the no-fly zone of Shining City and flew towards her without any attempt to conceal itself.

This unknown and undisguised power alarmed the defenses of Radiant City. The royal family and the Holy Court sensed the strength of the power and immediately dispatched mages of corresponding combat power.

As it happened, the Holy Court sent Blake over because the Holy Magic Academy was the closest to the Holy Court.

Less than a minute after Count Deville rushed over, Blake arrived nearby with a sixth-tier mage from the royal family and saw the holder of the mysterious power.

“Count Deville?” Blake frowned.

"Is that Princess Benovia next to you?" Even the sixth-tier mage of the royal family was taken aback.

Count Deville stood in front of Benovia, floating in the air, head bowed, staring down at her: "Benovia, I'll give you a chance. Reveal the truth behind Norsen's death, tell me who orchestrated this, and I'll spare your life."

Benovia looked at Count Deville and sensed the exact same power that Ainars had used before. She blinked and said, "It's a scheme orchestrated by the gods."

Count Deville's face turned cold, and a terrifying aura immediately erupted, pressing down on Benovia.

Benovia's breath hitched; under the immense pressure, she felt as if she were carrying a heavy mountain on her back.

But just as he was about to be forced to his knees, the oppressive force suddenly dissipated.

She was stunned for a moment, and then she saw two figures appear in front of her.

"Principal Black, Uncle Ivano?"

Benovia breathed a sigh of relief.

But for some reason, she always felt that it wasn't these two who removed the pressure on her, but rather that the force recognized her and actively avoided her.

It's a strange feeling, but now is not the time to delve into it.

Benovia looked at Count Deville.

"I thought it would be one of the older brothers or sisters who came to steal it, but it wasn't. It was Norsen's father... He's really bold."

With two sixth-tier mages, Benovia was no longer worried.

Avino, a sixth-tier mage from the royal family, looked at Count Deville and said coldly, "Count Deville, what do you mean by this? Do you intend to attack Benovia? How dare you!"

Count Deville sneered, "My child was murdered, and Benovia is handling it. Of course, I want to know the details. I don't want to fight you. Don't stop me, or the entire City of Shining Will be buried with my child!"

Even with the strongest defenses, there's nothing a sixth-tier mage could do in a battle.

This city, located in the heart of the Ishtar Empire, is too large to be easily managed, except for the Temple of Ember, the royal family, and various noble estates, which have their own defensive arrays. It is also expanding outwards.

Blake said, "I don't know what happened to Earl Deville's child. Please tell me in detail so we can see what happened. If Princess Benovia killed him herself, we will seek justice for you."

Blake's words were very serious, after all, Benovia was not only a princess of the royal family, but also a prospective saintess of the Holy Court.

Given her dual identity, neither the royal family nor the Holy Court could stand by and watch Count Deville so arrogantly take her away.

Count Deville snorted coldly, his growing power making him look down on both Black and Ivino, two sixth-tier mages.

He said casually, "You'll have to ask Benovia about that."

How could he, as the one who is bringing the blame, speak for himself?

Of course, the interpretation is based on the 'guilty person'.

After a standoff, Count Deville's butler finally arrived with his men.

The butler, drenched in sweat, looked at Earl de Verde, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

He didn't know why Count de Vere was so arrogant; it was completely out of character for him.

But since the other party now possessed power comparable to a sixth-tier mage, he dared not say anything. They failed to attract the attention of the three powerful mages present.

Seeing this, Blake and Ivano turned their attention to Benovia.

Just as Benovia was about to say something, a faint revelation suddenly appeared in her mind.

"Make him kneel."

Benovia paused for a moment, then smiled, sensing the faint revelation.

"Count Deville..."

She looked at Count de Verde and uttered two words softly.

"Kneel down."

Count Deville was furious and shoved Black and Ivano aside as he charged at them.

Kneel down before Benovia!

Chapter 282 The Principal Loses Face

Everyone present was stunned.

Black and Ivano were still in shock at Count Deville's immense strength when they saw him obediently kneel down, leaving them momentarily stunned.

What happened? What is he doing? What are we doing?

The two men simultaneously posed three philosophical questions, silently watching Count de Verde.

Not only them, but Count Deville was also completely bewildered at this moment.

He rushed over angrily, intending to grab Benovia.

Why does it become like this?

He only felt that after he rushed over, the strong confidence he gained suddenly made him kneel down naturally.

When he tried to get up or do something else, he felt that the surging power that had been so easy to control suddenly turned into a heavy mountain, pressing him down and making him unable to move.

At some point, he could no longer mobilize his own magic power, as if it had been merged into one by the mysterious power from the heart of the puppet.

Unfortunately, the power within this entity suddenly developed its own consciousness.

Count de Verde panicked.

He managed to lift his head, looking down at Benovia, and exclaimed in horror, "What...what did you do? Why did this happen?"

Benovia was also stunned.

She didn't know why she followed the revelation in her mind and actually said those words.

Even more outrageous is that those words actually came true.

The girl's heart pounded.

She already knew what it was—

Gods above!

She suppressed her emotions, looked calmly at Count Deville, and said softly, "The power you gained came from the gods. The Heart of the Puppet that you stole was a gift from the gods to me. How could anyone else steal it so easily?"

Count Deville was stunned: "A gift from the gods?"

Benovia said, "I am also sorry for Norsen's death, but it's not as you think. No one set this up. It was entirely your child's own fault. You should have known everything I know long ago."

“That girl is also a believer chosen by the gods. I don’t recommend that you attack her, or you will face even more terrible divine punishment. Now, Mr. Deville, summon your puppet.”

Count Deville was completely out of control, and summoning runes appeared in his hand, summoning the puppet.

The puppet is now glowing because it is transmitting power to Count Deville.

Just as Benovia was about to summon the puppet to retrieve the puppet heart from Count Deville's puppet, the faint divine revelation came again.

"Just take it, no need to worry."

This revelation was not a direct message from a deity into her mind; it was a very mysterious state, as if it had come to her naturally.