Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

"Remember this feeling, and keep running [Dream Blessing] to transform the Dream Elixir into nourishment for your spiritual power."

Celia nodded silently, continuing to use [Dream Blessing] while collecting the liquid by the door.

"If they only inhale a little bit, they should only feel dizzy for a moment on the field, and it won't affect the game."

Before the competition begins, everyone sends themselves blessings, which is allowed.

At this point, the magic has already been mobilized, so there is no possibility of being caught off guard and taken away in one fell swoop.

According to Ross, if they only deal with the Northern League players, the result will be...

Celia had already anticipated this.

"This time, the Northern League players were unharmed, but players from other countries were. I wonder what the newspapers will say."

After muttering to herself, Celia continued collecting, and soon stopped a furtive figure on the top floor of the hotel.

Chapter 308 How come you're still alive?

"Who are you? What are you doing?"

Celia summoned a magic puppet, and her entire body's magic power surged rapidly.

Upon seeing Celia suddenly appear, the other party threw the potion bottle at her without hesitation, and then ran towards a window deep in the corridor.

boom!

The sound of breaking glass could be heard.

Celia took the potion bottle, poured all the medicine into a new bottle, and then casually threw it away.

After putting away the potion, she retrieved the puppet, quickly went to the window, and looked down at the figures jumping on the rooftops below.

"If it didn't fly away, that makes things easier."

Celia stepped onto the windowsill and jumped directly from the tenth-floor rooftop of the hotel, holding her flying broom in her hand. Just before hitting the ground, she used the broom to reduce the impact and landed smoothly.

The whole process was cool, if you ignore Celia's pale lips...

Ross gave her a thumbs up: "Great job, you've overcome your fear of heights."

“Celia is definitely the best.”

Upon receiving Ross's praise, Celia's lips curled up. Just as she was about to look up, her legs suddenly gave way, and she quickly braced herself with her staff to avoid falling.

"If not, I'll do it," Ross said with a smile.

"No! I can do it!"

Celia stubbornly stood up and cast a first-tier wind spell, Lightness of Body, on herself.

This is a first-tier spell, along with [Swiftness], which is a portable wind spell that most mages will learn. Its effect is to make the body lighter, allowing them to jump to heights they normally cannot reach.

As a third-tier mage, even without much talent, Celia could maintain her spells and forcibly learn them by relying on her abundant magical power.

As for the advanced spells of the Lightness Technique, the third-tier wind-type [Floating Technique], there's nothing that can be done.

"Lightness and Speed ​​are enough."

With her thighs regaining strength, Celia cast the two spells on herself. Feeling light, she immediately jumped onto a nearby low house and leaped toward the figure she had locked onto.

In cities where airspace is restricted, this is a more convenient and faster method of pursuit than using tanks.

"That heretic seems to be only a third-tier mage. I'll see how long you can run!"

Having experienced two deep dives into the divine realm, resulting in a 100% refinement of her magic, and with the efficiency provided by the pure magic crystals, Celia is completely unafraid of magic depletion.

Celia watched the figure in the distance and followed at a leisurely pace.

She wasn't in a hurry; she just wanted to see where the other person would end up.

……

"Damn it, why are they still chasing us?"

Jesticaf gulped down a bottle of potion, feeling his magic power gradually returning. He turned around and saw the figure following him at a leisurely pace. He clenched his fist.

"Hmph, still chasing me, huh? Well, let your friends give you a good welcome."

Ahead, the boundary between the central area and the slums appeared, with streetlights illuminating one side and darkness over the other.

Without hesitation, he plunged into the slums, no longer caring about his size, and stepped heavily on the fragile houses.

Some fragile houses collapsed under his foot, revealing the people sleeping inside staring blankly at the stars.

Jesticaf didn't stop, ignoring the cursing slum dwellers, and kept running with his head down.

Soon, he immediately felt that as he accelerated recklessly, the person behind him was getting further and further away.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon, just as he was about to take off from a relatively new-looking house, a terrifying surge of magical energy emanated from within.

boom!

Jesticaf's body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, coughing violently and spitting out clumps of blood.

He stared in horror at the woman emerging from the small house. "Who...who are you?"

Before him appeared a woman who looked like a ghost, her face deathly pale, dressed in a black robe, and holding a staff that she used as a cane.

She looked coldly at Jesticaf, sensing the pollution within him, and scoffed, saying coldly, "So you're from the Arctic Blood Alliance. Even if you are from the Arctic Blood Alliance, you have no right to step on my roof."

Just as Jesticaf opened his mouth to say something, he saw the sinister woman in front of him raise her hand, unleashing a burst of violent magic that surged to the side like a storm.

Jesticaf looked up and saw that it was the same level mage who had been chasing him.

The opponent quickly conjured an ice shield, forcefully blocking the sinister woman's ferocious attack.

Jesticaf was certain that if he had been hit by this attack, even in his best condition, he would have ended up like this.

But the opponent was able to block it.

Jesticaf was immediately glad that he hadn't chosen to fight, otherwise he probably wouldn't have been able to leave.

"Oh? You were able to block it? So you're one of the contestants?"

The eerie woman's words came through, and she looked at the other person with great interest.

"He's a very cute little boy. I love cute little boys the most. There was a very annoying little boy before, but I really liked him."

As she caught up, Celia looked at the somewhat familiar-looking person in front of her and fell silent.

Suna, a fourth-tier mage I encountered at the Twilight Cult stronghold in Twilight Town.

The explosion, as expected, did not kill her.

Celia wanted to ask, "How come you're still alive?" but then she remembered that she had used Mil's appearance back then, so she shouldn't recognize her now.

Her sudden appearance here, could it be...?

"Who are you?" Celia asked, feigning ignorance.

At this moment, Celia was disguised as a little boy, and her height made her look very petite when compared to a boy.

Suna looked at Celia, her eyes narrowing as if she were smiling, but to outsiders, the smile, coupled with her pale face, looked somewhat sinister.

Celia felt a chill for no reason.

Although she knew that Suna's expression was due to seeing her disguised boyish appearance, she still felt very uncomfortable seeing that naked gaze.

Last time she seemed to have discovered Celia's disguise, but this time she didn't suspect anything and it seems she didn't find any disguise, which is good news.

Suna licked her lips and chuckled, "My name is Suna, you can call me Sister Suna. There's no future in participating in this competition, come with me, cute little brother."

As she spoke, she slowly walked towards Celia.

Celia felt increasing pressure from the fourth-order, so she quietly took a step back and took out her flying broom.

When Suna saw the flying broom, she seemed to realize something, and her eyes slowly turned cold.

The flying broom that Celia is using now is not the same one as the one she used before. The one she used before was taken out of school to write applications, but this one was bought by herself.

But it seems that the explosion left a deep scar on Suna, causing her to react negatively to the sight of the little boy and the flying broomstick.

A surge of violent magic power erupted instantly.

Without hesitation, Celia boarded the flying broom and hurriedly said, "Lord Ross..."

"Go away!"

Celia immediately transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the city center of Koster.

Behind her was the berserk Suna.

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Chapter 309 The Evil God is Teaching Miss Celia How to Hack into the Protoss Network

Bang!

Crossing the boundary between the central area and the slums and entering the range of the magic circle, Celia stopped powering her flying broom, put it away, and transformed herself into a parabola as she rushed towards the central city.

Just before crashing, he quickly cast Lightness and Speed ​​spells on himself. His face was pale, and he endured the discomfort caused by high-speed flight, running towards the hotel without looking back.

She walked quite a distance before turning back to look at her. She saw that Suna hadn't come in, but had stopped at the border between the slums and the city center, looking at her with a deep gaze.

Celia continued forward until she could no longer sense the other person's presence, then stopped, holding onto a nearby lamppost with one hand and patting her chest with the other, panting heavily.

"Facing the power of a fourth-tier being head-on is terrifying."

If she could, Celia would never want to fight a fourth-tier mage.

According to Ross's theory, ranks one to three are low-level mages, ranks four to six are mid-level mages, and the dividing line between low-level and mid-level is the third-level and fourth-level mages, where the gap is still very large.

Based on the momentum Suna unleashed at the end, Celia had no chance of defeating her unless she set up a magic array in advance, like she did in Southern City, to block fourth-tier mages.

"Speaking of which, why didn't she come in?" Celia asked, puzzled, after calming down.

Ross said calmly, "Think outside the box. Consider her purpose in being here. As a heretic, her undisguised entry into the wealthy area—does that affect her objective?"

Celia thought for a moment and said, "She suddenly appeared here from so far away, it couldn't possibly be for 'Mir', could it?"

As she spoke, she felt it was highly unlikely no matter how she thought about it.

The most likely explanation is that it's related to the recent actions of the Arctic Blood Alliance.

"Are heretics uniting to cause trouble using this Sorcerer League?"

The Sorcerer League is a continent-wide event. The Arctic Blood Alliance alone might not dare to cause trouble, but if they unite with other heretics, they might want to destroy the world immediately.

Celia thought this was reasonable.

I just don't know why Suna severely injured the members of the Arctic Blood Alliance when she appeared.

"Sigh, what a pity. We finally caught the Arctic Blood Alliance causing trouble, but the lead has gone cold." Celia sighed regretfully.

Ross chuckled, "There's still a chance. While that woman was chasing you, that heretic secretly ran away. Go, catch up with him, and see where he went."

Celia's eyes lit up, "But my mental strength is too low, I can't find him anymore..."

Ross appeared beside her, flicked her forehead, and shared the heretic's movements with her.

And Suna's whereabouts.

After she disappeared, Suna stood there for a moment before returning to her place.

The heretic was moving slowly.

He was severely injured by Suna's spell, yet he was still able to run away, which Celia found quite admirable.

Ross laughed, "You're seriously injured. I might have wanted to lure you to a fake location before, but now I have no choice but to go to the real base."

Celia checked the time; it was 2 a.m. She was a little sleepy, but thinking about what the other person had done, she immediately perked up.

"Since there's no competition anyway, I can go back to sleep after I finish this!"

With that, the girl set off again, sensing the situation of the two as she ran outside.

Considering that the unfortunate heretic from before was seriously injured by Suna because he tried to step on someone else's house, Celia was a little more careful this time, making sure that the house she stepped on was the kind that was relatively dilapidated, so as not to step on the head of a high-level mage.

Soon, Celia caught up with the heretic named Jestikaf.

This time, she chose to hide and not expose herself, just watching Jesticaf limp toward somewhere in the slums.