Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

So Celia began to cast a purification spell.

A few minutes later, she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"The pollution concentration at level four is terrifying; it consumed so much magic power..."

She looked at the two fourth-tier mages, one dead and the other severely injured, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the idea of ​​purifying them.

"The puppetry is already in such a difficult situation. If we drag this out any longer, Koster will come. Let's go."

After sensing it, I confirmed that Vera, who was dead, had not emitted any pollution, or rather, she had used it up almost completely.

Suna was in the same boat. She had almost used up her magic power and demonic energy. In order to deliver a fatal blow in the end, she used up all her strength, which led to her being unable to dodge and hanging by a thread.

"Let's go back."

Celia glanced at them one last time, then left without looking back.

Not long after she left, Coster's sheriff arrived late.

A dozen or so sheriffs, riding in identical flying brooms, hesitantly landed near the two.

"It seems they've both suffered heavy losses."

“The surrounding area is heavily polluted, and at least one of the people is an infidel.”

"Huh? It looks like someone's dead. Let me see..."

"Don't touch her!"

"what--!"

A clumsy sheriff, noticing Vera's apparent death, curiously reached out to pinch her delicate cheek. The next second, a trace of contamination remaining in Vera's body entered his body through his hand.

He screamed and fell to the ground, howling in pain.

The people around immediately cleared a large area, and no one stepped forward to help their companion.

"These two are at least fourth-tier figures... We simply can't handle them..."

"Report to the General Administration and have them bring people over."

After waiting for nearly another hour, news came from headquarters that a high-level mage had been dispatched and they were to wait.

But at that moment, Suna suddenly made a "hmm" sound and slowly woke up.

The people around immediately stepped back a large circle.

The guy who accidentally touched Vera and was thus possessed by demonic energy is now unconscious, but no one dares to touch him. Their lives are at stake, and everyone is waiting for the arrival of a higher-ranking officer.

Suna sat up, looking around in confusion, and muttered to herself, "Where...am I?"

She glanced at Vera's body beside her and frowned. "I feel a sense of pleasure, but I don't know where it comes from. I feel like I've forgotten a lot of important things."

She felt a sharp pain in her head, which made her groan in pain.

A sheriff nearby boldly said, "Miss, please don't move. Wait a moment, and our priest will come to treat you."

"Priest?"

Suna frowned, immediately stood up despite the pain in her head, and was about to walk out.

But before she could take a step, she paused and looked at the puppet surrounded by people on the other side.

She reached out and retrieved the puppet, then vanished from everyone's sight in a flash. Not long after she left, a high-ranking sorcerer from headquarters finally arrived, and flew into a rage:

"Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on her? Why did she get away?"

Everyone fell silent, afraid to speak, only daring to curse in their hearts.

If you had arrived just two minutes earlier, the person wouldn't have woken up yet.

……

the other side.

Celia returned to the hotel and finally relaxed.

She placed the backpack beside the bed, and Benovia, who was reading inside, looked up and smiled, "Not bad, Celia."

Celia casually said, "I went to buy some materials. Aren't you going to watch the game?"

It's almost time for the match to start, and everyone else has gone out, except for Benovia, who is reading in her room.

Benovia laughed and said, "I'm not interested in the individual competition. I'd rather stay in my room and read a book."

"Oh."

Celia didn't pay any attention.

She had only slept for the first half of the night, and after a series of events, she was now relaxed and sleepiness immediately overcame her.

After taking a quick shower, she changed into new clothes, climbed into bed, and said to Benovia, "I'm going to take a nap. Bring me some lunch later."

“Okay,” Benovia replied.

She looked up and saw that Celia had fallen asleep quickly, which made her a little curious.

When everyone woke up in the morning, they found that Celia was gone, but at first they didn't think much of it.

Benovia didn't pay much attention, but now that she's back, she looks a bit disheveled and like she hasn't slept well...

"I wonder what earth-shattering thing Celia has done this time."

Benovia was somewhat curious.

However, she did not choose to investigate.

"No matter what you do, if it's a big deal, you should be able to find out about it from other people before long."

Benovia continued to immerse herself in the ocean of books.

……

Meanwhile, on the field...

Everyone is here today. After so many days without anyone "oversleeping," that incident has gradually been forgotten.

The game will proceed as normal today.

But soon, a very strange scene unfolded on the field...

Pascal, who comes from the Holy Magic Academy and is actually the eighth prince of the Ishtar royal family, is looking at his opponent, a contestant from the Northern Alliance who is ranked last among all the contestants from the Northern Alliance.

"A nobody, not worth mentioning."

Pascal didn't take his opponent seriously, since the opponent was a player who would be eliminated if he lost another match, while he was a player who only needed one more match to advance.

Sit down!

He didn't even buff himself, casually looking at his opponent, waiting for the referee to finish the 321 before suddenly unleashing his magic.

Then, the next second he felt a strange magic enter his mind, making him dizzy. His opponent in front of him changed and became dreamlike. In the dim light, he seemed to see Emilia walking sternly towards him.

He took a step back in fear, covered his head with his hands, and squatted down.

The next moment, he felt himself fly.

As the magic faded and the dreamlike feeling dissipated, he discovered that he was already offstage and had been judged to have lost.

This situation stunned him.

"Fortunately, it's best two out of three, so we still have one more chance."

Then, after being kicked off the stage a second time, he realized something was wrong.

"Referee, this isn't right, is it? I request to see yesterday's replay."

"can."

Soon, the match record was brought up. It showed that after the match started, the Northern League player rushed over, and he suddenly covered his head, ready to be hit. The next second, he was sent flying.

The second match was similar. After the match started, he paused for a moment, then looked around warily, as if sleepwalking, before being knocked away by his opponent's puppet, along with the puppet.

Pascal immediately said, "This is not right, I demand a rematch!"

The referee from the Northern League said calmly, "It's your own problem. I've reviewed yesterday's replay, and I think there's no issue. You can appeal to the committee after the game."

Pascal was about to say something when he suddenly heard arguing coming from other stages. Looking up, he saw that most of the stages seemed to be...

Everything is in trouble.

I've finished writing it, but the other updates should be tomorrow. I'll try to adjust my sleep schedule!

Chapter 320 If you don't think things through, are you still called a simp?

One person's voice is insignificant and can change nothing.

However, if everyone agrees and bravely stands up to speak out, the resulting outcry is something that authorities cannot ignore.

At this moment, in the individual competition, when everyone discovered that all the matches on the stage, except for those won by the Northern Alliance, were in the same situation, and the non-Northern Alliance contestants were also experiencing similar situations, the contestants' voices grew louder.

Even the Northern League's league committee, faced with the united outrage of the crowd, dared not say anything about fairness anymore. The committee's senior officials quickly stood up to appease the players, saying they would investigate what had happened.

However, this statement felt somewhat perfunctory.

It's roughly equivalent to a sincere apology, but with a firm commitment not to change.

After all, why wouldn't they be happy if the Northern League players beat them?

However, the second and third batches of contestants, who were not from the Northern Alliance, were all in a daze or talking nonsense on stage after the competition started, as if they were sleepwalking. Only the contestants from the Northern Alliance remained calm and collected, and cleanly and efficiently defeated their opponents.

The committee had no choice but to step in, suspend the competition, and issue an invitation to investigation to representatives and officials from various countries. They then took all individual competitors, including those from the Northern League, backstage to conduct the investigation.

Meanwhile, the audience members at the scene had already started discussing it.

"Today's scene is just as bizarre as the other day when everyone arrived late."

"It's even stranger than the past two days. The past two days, we could say it was a mistake by a temporary worker who sent everyone the wrong match time, but what about now? What are we supposed to say?"

"It can be said that the Northern League's competitors have all received a brand new potion that can put people into a brief state of confusion."

"How do you explain the non-Northern Alliance match? Both sides are talking nonsense, it's all about who gets out of control first."

"That must be the referee's fault!"

"..."

When Celia woke up at noon, she heard Anko, who had returned, discussing the unexpected events of today's match with Doris.

While eating the lunch Benovia brought, Celia was trying her best to suppress her laughter.

The girl was very happy and even greeted Ross: "Good morning, Mr. Ross, the game really went as we expected!"

“Go see what they’re saying outside,” Ross urged.

He just loves to watch people have fun.

"Wait for me to eat first!"

Celia muttered to herself, finished the delicate steak in a few bites, then packed up her things, threw them in the trash can, and ran outside.

Doris called out, "Celia, where are you going?"

"Let's go for a walk."

"Wait...why are you running so fast? Damn it!"

"..."

Once outside, Celia easily found her way to the newspaper stand, but paused just as she was about to buy one.

"That's not right. This happened this morning, and it's only noon now. How could the newspapers be printed so quickly..."

Ross laughed and said, "The key to news is immediacy and speed. Whoever publishes the latest news first is number one, and someone has definitely already printed it out and is selling it."

The fact that an incident occurred in the morning and was published in the newspaper by noon is something that can be done in the ordinary world, let alone the extraordinary world.

With the magical power fully activated, the printed materials were printed out in a flash.

Once the teleporter is activated, the whole world will know!

The Protoss Network still has significant limitations and is not yet able to provide easy access to global news.

"That's true."

Celia went up to inquire and, sure enough, received the latest news: it was freshly printed and still smelled of ink.