Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

When the last heretic shouted "Long live the Blood Pact!" and was thrown out and exploded, the whole world fell silent.

A moment later, even louder cheers erupted.

"Well done, Celia!"

"These damned heretics have managed to infiltrate us! They deserve to be dealt with!"

"As expected, as long as Celia is here, we are safe!"

"Clean and efficient, just like playing ball. Watching it makes me wish I could treat the heretics like a ball and beat them up!"

"Celia! Celia!"

"..."

The audience was still reeling from the first self-destruction and was shocked by the contestant's sudden revelation.

But as the second and third self-destructed, seeing the dense pollution on their bodies, their crimson eyes, and hearing the cry of "Long live the Blood Oath," they immediately realized who these people were.

Less than a month after the massacre in Gerald City, the name 'Arctic Blood Alliance' was hated by the Northern Alliance more than a rat in the street.

Meanwhile, the Northern League's official propaganda also taught people how to identify heretics. The five players on the field basically fit the characteristics of heretics: they were covered in black aura, suddenly went berserk, and lost their minds...

Ashburn appeared on the field as the interim president, looked at all the spectators, and said calmly: "There has been a slight change in the competition. After our investigation, we found that all the participants from the Duchy of Kant are heretics and have now been brought under our control. We originally wanted to interrupt the competition, but fortunately, Miss Celia's performance was very stable. She is like a nemesis of heretics. As long as the heretics cannot hide, they can be easily defeated by her. Let us congratulate Miss Celia and congratulate Team Holy Number One on advancing to the quarterfinals!"

The entire stadium erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Celia looked up and saw that wherever she looked, the applause became even more intense, making her sweat a little.

She really wanted to ask Ashburn if it was really okay for someone from the Ishtar Empire to become the 'national idol' of the Northern Alliance.

"Could it be that she's trying to draw all the heretics' attention to herself?" Celia thought to herself.

but……

It's not necessarily a bad thing. If we keep building momentum, the Northern Alliance will have a hard time once she becomes a saintess.

Having made up her mind, Celia smiled and waved to the audience.

Thank you everyone for your support!

The applause only gradually subsided after they returned backstage.

Afterwards, during the victory speech, Celia gave a speech on behalf of the team, thanking everyone for their support and saying that the victory was due to everyone's hard work.

Celia was speaking the speech Benovia had prepared long ago; everyone had a copy of this speech, and whoever was chosen would speak it.

More than that, Celia was concerned about something else.

Words from Ross —

"Now you're truly hated by the Arctic Blood Alliance."

Chapter 350 Orcs and Ancestral Totems

Somewhere in the far north.

A group of people gathered together, watching the projected image in front of them. The image showed Celia smashing the heretics' self-destructing dream with her hammer.

A strange laugh was heard only after the scene ended.

"Hehehe, how interesting. Your dream of awakening the gods has been shattered."

The figure in the snow-white robe looked at the person in the dark blue robe and said indifferently, "Heh, your dream of summoning the Sea Heir, wasn't it also 'fished away'? You don't even know who did it."

A strange laugh echoed from within the deep blue robe: "The one who fished out the Sea Heir is at least a hidden legendary sorcerer, unlike you, who were utterly crushed by a little girl. Quite a loss, isn't it? You've been plotting for so many years, and most of it has been destroyed, hehehe..."

"Hmph, didn't you also lose a divinely bestowed object and a divine messenger who had received divine grace?"

"Your dream was shattered by the little girl."

"Heh, even the divine oracle that was once acceptable has vanished with the killing of the divine messenger. I think you should join the Blood Alliance and worship the true god with us. Rost? In the end, he is just a false god."

"Your dream was shattered by the little girl."

"Damn bastard, is that all you can say?"

"Your century-long plan has been ruined in an instant."

"you……"

"Alright." The voice came from the illusory figure sitting at the head of the table, immediately stopping the two from arguing.

The illusory figure was faint and seemingly could be easily dispelled, but none of the people present dared to say anything, even though they were all leaders of the heretical sect.

The phantom said calmly, "I called you here not to have you argue. Some of you came in your real bodies, and some of you disguised yourselves as puppets. I won't say anything about that."

"I have called you here to help you each achieve your great ideals."

Someone raised their hand: "Can you fulfill the vision that the great evil god Ross achieved a thousand years ago?"

boom!

The questioner from the Abyss Order was kicked out.

The phantom sneered: "Looking for trouble? Ha, don't think I don't know what you're really thinking. You're not worthy."

The phantom image magnified and froze the image of Celia.

He said, "This girl might be the most suitable person for our plan. What you need to do for me is to send people to cause her trouble."

The person from the Deep Sea Aid Society asked, "Grab her and bring her to you?"

“No.” The phantom shook its head. “Make trouble for her, so she can grow up quickly.”

The Twilight Cult member frowned: "What do you mean?"

"My purpose, the purpose of the Polar Blood Alliance, is to find a suitable candidate for the descent of a god, so that he can serve as the body for the god's descent. She is very suitable, but she is too weak and cannot withstand the descent of a god. Therefore, I need your help to improve her."

The member of the Polar Blood Alliance said, "What if she grows up and wipes us all out?"

The illusory figure said arrogantly, "All you need to do is grow to the sixth rank. You are also at the sixth rank. Who among you can be my match?"

No one answered.

"Nothing will happen. Even the strongest sixth-tier opponent is no match for me." The phantom continued, "Just like when I summoned Hai Si last time and when I summoned the Abyss Gate this time, whoever agrees, I will help them realize their dream."

Someone hesitated, seemingly wanting to say that the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association and this Polar Blood Alliance both embodied their dreams.

However, due to the opponent's formidable strength and the fact that this ancient being appeared out of nowhere, they dared not speak.

The phantom sneered, "What are you thinking? Do you think I don't know? I ask you, has Hai Si been summoned? Has the Gate of the Abyss been summoned?"

Before anyone could speak, he continued, "They were all summoned, but unfortunately, neither of you managed to protect them well."

As he spoke, he shook his head: "You guys, don't think that you can be arrogant just because you can achieve your dreams. If you don't set your sights on other people's capitals, do you think you could have succeeded in these two summons?"

The members of the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association and the Polar Blood Alliance shut their mouths, looked down at their noses, and pretended not to exist.

These words stirred the minds of the remaining people.

"Just creating trouble? Easy."

"Just causing trouble isn't enough! We have a way to help her level up quickly!"

"Rapid advancement? That's all show and no substance. You can't make someone quickly advance to the fourth rank or higher, but we can send someone to bump into her and deliver all sorts of resources to her."

"..."

The phantom watched everyone discuss for a long time before letting out a cold laugh: "Whatever you think, but she needs to be whole. God will not descend upon a broken person."

……

Costa City, Ista Athletes' Hotel.

Celia and her teammates are intently watching the game projections of other teams.

"Aside from two strong teams being drawn against each other by accident, the other teams that were up 3-0 in the previous draw all had something going on."

Celia looked intently at the team she was about to face, the team from the Orc Empire.

The Orc Empire is officially called the Orc Alliance, but is usually referred to as the Orc Empire or the Orc Federation. It is an alliance of intelligent races other than elves and humans. Unlike the monarchs and emperors of various empires and the royal families of the elves, because it is an alliance of multiple races, the real power is actually held by the racial council, not by the Orc King elected by the council.

“The Orc Empire possesses a unique magic distinct from that of elves and humans, called the Ancestral Totem. The Ancestral Totem can induce a berserk state, increasing their spell attack power by at least 50%. As for them… it might increase by 100%,” Benovia said.

Celia was shocked: "Doubling the power of the spell directly? Such a simple and brutal way to enhance it..."

Benovia laughed, "If they have a shaman in their team, the effect of the ancestral totem will be doubled. They won three consecutive championships with the help of a shaman, and later the committee directly made a rule to ban shamans from participating."

Doubling the spell power directly would be a crushing defeat against opponents of the same rank.

"If the Orc Empire is so powerful, why did they unite? Shouldn't they have already dominated the world?" Celia said dejectedly.

Benovia shook her head: "I don't know about that."

Ross chuckled and said, "I do know that."

Celia hurriedly asked, "Why?"

Ross said, "You're wondering why the orcs don't rule the world even though they have ancestral totems. The truth is, the orcs avoided extinction precisely because they have ancestral totems."

"There are three reasons: they are not intelligent, they are too reckless, and their internal strife is even more intense than their external conflicts. It's fortunate that the ancestral totems can only be used by orcs, otherwise they would have been wiped out. I just don't know what the orc alliance is like now, and whether the various tribes are still constantly fighting each other."

Celia couldn't help but become curious as well.

"I must visit the Orc Empire when I have time."

My cold is better. I've written 12,000 words. I'm stopping now and going to sleep.

Chapter 351 Celia didn't mean it.

Time quickly moved on to the quarterfinals.

Starting from this round, Team Sacred One will face even stronger opponents.

However, aside from watching their opponents' matches, they didn't specifically try to find out anything about their opponents.

Because Benovia would seek out information on those rivals, condense and analyze the information, and ultimately extract the most useful parts to tell Celia and the other candidates for sainthood.

Just like the food chain team we're facing now.

Benovia's expression was very strange: "This team is even more outrageous than the previous heretic team. They have no teamwork at all, barely fulfilling the duties of a team. Moreover, the races they come from perfectly fit the name of the 'food chain.' Based on their characteristics, they are rats, weasels, foxes, wolves, and tigers. It is said that they did not have fox-eared beastmen at first, but had bear-type beastmen. However, the bears and tigers fought over the top position in the 'food chain,' and in the end, it is said that the wolves and tigers joined forces to drive the bears away."

Looking towards the area where the Orc Empire was located, Celia couldn't help but ask, "Do the orcs of the Orc Empire also have a food chain like wild beasts and monsters, where they devour each other?"

Benovia shook her head: "There might have been some before the Age of Calamity, but not anymore. It's just that due to the influence of animal instincts, the hostility between 'natural enemies' is still very serious. Even this [food chain] group, which claims to have abandoned everything, still has a lot of internal conflicts. Maybe we can take advantage of it."

Benovia pulled the group up and they began to discuss things in hushed tones.

After a moment, Doris frowned. "I can't use that kind of tactic. I prefer to directly provoke and enrage my opponent."

Phil shook his head: "These words are too... I can't do them either."

Anke: "I can say it, but it might not be convincing."

Benovia: "I talk too much nonsense and like to go on and on, and they won't listen to me seriously."

Everyone looked at Celia.

Celia: "What are you looking at me for? How can you bear to let the cutest Celia do such a thing?!"

……

The two sides arrived at the arena. Celia stood at the front and bowed to the five opponents opposite her: "Hello, everyone. It is a pleasure to learn from the most powerful orc team. Your strength is something we admire."

Celia's words immediately silenced the opposing "Food Chain" team, who were about to launch into trash talk, leaving them speechless and stunned.

Even the cheers from the audience stopped.

Celia continued, "The fact that you've come this far proves that your unity is incredibly strong. Even though Mr. Tiger calls Mr. Wolf and Miss Fox useless and a burden every day; Miss Weasel farts every day and lies to everyone that it's because the room smells like perfume; Miss Fox always slacks off and doesn't contribute; Mr. Wolf assigns Mr. Rat to deliver food to everyone every day; and Mr. Rat spits in everyone's lunchboxes every day... none of this has shaken your unity, which we greatly admire!"

With each statement Celia made, the expressions on the other side grew increasingly grim, until finally, everyone glared angrily at Mr. Rat.

Celia quickly said, "Don't look down on Mr. Mouse. Although he secretly mocks you for eating his saliva every day, he also says that he is the core of the team. This means that your team is very harmonious and united!"

Compared to things like looking down on others, slacking off, ordering teammates around, or spitting in someone else's lunchbox—especially rat saliva—the others put aside everything else and unanimously glared at the rat at the bottom of the food chain.

"Mr. Rat is at the very bottom of the food chain. He's sacrificed a lot for the harmony of the team. It's okay to let him vent. He's still in your bed..."

Celia didn't speak, but the expressions of the others changed, and they all glared angrily at Mr. Rat.

"No wonder the boxed lunch I ate tasted weird. I thought everyone in the Northern Union ate this kind of garbage."

"No wonder the bed smelled so bad yesterday. I thought some heretics had invaded. Did you take a dump on the bed?"