Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

If Celia were just an ordinary mage, you could easily label her a heretic and deal with her together if you didn't like her.

If the person is a student of the Holy Magic Academy, he will treat it with caution, forgive the offense, and then tie them up and send them back to the school for punishment.

But the other party is a saintess of the Holy Court!

No, prepare a saint.

Even if she is a prospective saintess, her future achievements will inevitably surpass those of a priest in a small town temple, someone the high priest cannot afford to offend.

How could she be a saint?

The high priest panicked a little and his attitude softened.

He quickly recalled Celia's name and said kindly, "So you're Miss Celia. I'm Dylan, High Priest of the Cedar Temple. I apologize for offending you, but..."

He looked down at all the villagers who had gathered there. "Are you sure they're just ordinary people, and that there aren't any hidden heretics among them?"

“I can vouch for it with my own identity.” Celia swept her gaze across the faces of all the villagers below and said definitively, “None of them are.”

Jack was not in the crowd.

True heretics are not interested in ordinary pollutants.

At this moment, the villagers below also understood what was happening, and they were discussing it, looking at the negotiations above with fear and unease.

They dared not leave, for the knights had already quietly surrounded them.

On the other side, Ross, controlling the puppet, leaned against a tree with his hands crossed behind his head, legs crossed, watching Celia negotiate.

It was almost as if it had a blade of grass in its mouth.

Generally speaking, once Celia reveals her identity and makes a guarantee, the matter is considered closed, and the High Priest will definitely give her face, provided that...

Celia compromised.

Chapter 39 Lord Ross, save me!

"None of them are."

Upon hearing Celia's denial, High Priest Dylan's expression darkened.

The people below, plus a bunch of pollutants around them.

Regardless of whether they are truly heretics or not, this is a great achievement, and they might even have a chance to be promoted to archbishop.

In order to be eligible for promotion to archbishop, they had to be pagans.

In a remote village, a group of people are gathered around pollutants, doing something unknown, while there seems to be something unusual happening in the lake nearby.

What else could this be but heresy?

However, Celia's appearance shattered Dylan's hopes for promotion.

Of course, he overlooked the fact that if Celia hadn't gone to him, he wouldn't have had this "opportunity".

He was still somewhat unwilling, and after a moment's hesitation, he said:

“I see. But Miss Celia, these people still need to be taken to Snowflake Town for questioning to avoid any omissions. Please help us bring them back so we can purify these evil pollutants. Don’t worry, we will not wrong innocent people and will definitely set a good example.”

It's impossible for the Holy Maiden of the Holy Court to have time to come and investigate all the time. As long as these people are sent to the temple, there is still hope.

“No!” Celia refused without hesitation. She stared at Dylan. “Lord Dylan, if you were a high priest like Vanessa, I would choose to believe you, but unfortunately…”

The girl was filled with rage at the thought of what had happened in the temple: "I will never forget what happened in the temple this morning. I will personally report your actions to the Court of Judgment and the Priestess's Chamber."

Below, Ross, having heard Celia say those words, controlled the puppet to stand up straight and began to stretch its limbs.

The pre-battle trash talk is finally over.

It's time for a fight to break out.

Can't wait.

As Ross expected, Dylan's expression slowly darkened upon hearing Celia's words.

If it weren't for the later revelation, and if Celia had simply refused, he would have let these people go for a while, and then come back to take them all away after Celia left.

But now, if the prospective saintess were to report his actions to the Holy See, he would not be greeted with a promotion, but with a rope.

He might even find himself judged by the very girl in front of him.

Whether or not these "heretics" are spared today, he is going to die.

Then we'll have to...

Dylan pretended to listen to the knight next to him, then his expression changed. "So it was a fake. I was wondering why the Holy Maiden of the Holy Court was here. She was an imposter."

"How dare you impersonate a saint in front of the high priest! This is blasphemy! I'll arrest you and take you back for a proper interrogation."

"Holy Knights, heed my command! First capture this imposter saint, then slaughter all the heretics! May the glory of the gods shine upon you!"

The five knights roared, "Kill!"

“How dare you…” Celia’s face turned pale, and before she could finish speaking, she saw five knights rushing over.

She quickly flew down and jumped to the ground.

"Lord Ross, save me!"

A knight charged in, swinging his sword at Celia, but was stopped by a hand in the next instant.

Ross had already manipulated the puppet to appear behind Celia, blocking the five knights.

"You can even beat five Tier 1 knights... Never mind, you can cast spells to support me from behind."

Ross made a sarcastic remark, but then realized that Celia had never actually fought a real battle, especially one against five, so he didn't continue.

Since transmigrating to this point, aside from making clay figures in the sealed land to fight with both hands, I've never actually fought. I have a wealth of combat experience from my memories, but I've never put it into practice.

Now, the fighting can finally begin.

It still requires high-level micro-management skills—meaning you can't use too much force or you'll burst Celia.

As for the difficulty of fighting five opponents at once?

Hit with your feet.

Ross unleashed his mental power, locking onto the five knights. Within his mental vision, their movements were like an old man practicing Tai Chi in a park—slow and powerless.

As he blocked the first knight's sword, a fireball was already slammed into the knight's face.

At the same time, other knights arrived.

Amidst the knights' attacks, the puppet controlled by Ross moved like a slippery eel, easily dodging their attacks and even having ample energy to use magic to counterattack.

Marina, who was about to come up and help, stopped in her tracks and opened her mouth in surprise.

"Is this...this is the fighting power of the puppet?"

She had never longed to have a puppet of her own as much as she did at this moment.

The sheer enjoyment of controlling puppets to fight enemies while watching from the sidelines, even enjoying the spectacle, is truly enviable.

Upon hearing her words, Celia merely glanced at her.

You're overthinking it. That's the fighting power of an evil god; it has nothing to do with me.

Celia originally wanted to assist in the battle, but seeing how easily Ross was doing it, she realized she couldn't get involved at all, so she gave up on the idea of ​​assisting.

What shocked her even more was the amount of magic power Rose consumed after using magic.

Using the fireball spell as a reference, the fireball spell that Ross used consumed less than one-tenth of the energy he used when he used it!

With the same amount of magic power, Rose can use more than ten times the amount of magic she needs!

What's even more amazing is that she is the puppet's owner, so she can directly feel the feedback from the puppet.

The puppet's reactions and the way its magic operates are transmitted to her mind through feedback, as if she were directing the puppet into battle.

She vaguely felt that she had gained a new understanding of how magic works.

Celia was also stunned.

"waste!"

A roar interrupted the two girls' shock.

They looked up and saw Dylan, who had been watching the battle, now furious and descending from the sky.

It turned out that all five knights had been killed by Ross and were lying on the ground howling in pain.

Ross didn't kill them, he just crippled them.

These people are, after all, from the same sect as Celia. Killing them might cause a major questline to get stuck with Celia.

The unexpected result forced Dylan to leave the field.

He looked at Celia, trying his best to hide his panic.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong, but I'll tell you the difference between the first and third tiers!"

Dylan raised his hand, and a ray of light appeared in his hand. Then a puppet jumped out of the light.

At the same time, a magic staff also appeared.

The staff and the puppet restored his confidence.

"A spatial spell only a second-tier mage possesses: the Puppet Storage Spell." Celia watched this scene with envy.

Seemingly knowing the principle that the more nonsense you talk, the faster you die, Dylan summoned the puppet and immediately controlled it to rush towards Celia, while he silently chanted a spell, and the earth slowly trembled.

Ross stood in front of Dylan's puppet, their fists met, and Ross frowned slightly.

This puppet's strength is still too low.

He said to Celia, "Celia, he is using the third-order magic, Earthquake Stimulation. The puppet's strength is too low; it can't defeat him. Relinquish control of your body and let me control you in this battle."

He glanced at Dylan and shook his head.

People nowadays are really putting the cart before the horse. They rely entirely on puppets in battles and neglect their own cultivation. How can this be allowed?

Only by being strong can one be the strongest.

At the same time, Celia trembled upon hearing Ross's words.

From the moment she was possessed by the evil god, Celia was rehearsing this scene—

Control was seized by an evil god.

Celia let out a silent sob.

Finally...has it arrived?

I'm late

Chapter 40: My body was taken over by an evil god, sob sob sob.

While Celia was still hesitating, Dylan's magic had already taken effect.

Spikes began to rise from the trembling ground, spreading towards Celia and the crowd.

"Try my combo attack: Earthquake Intimidation and Combined Ground Spikes!"

There was no room for further thought. Celia relinquished control of her body and allowed Ross to possess her.

But before Ross's operation, the area in front of the spikes was suddenly covered in green, and strange little grasses that sprang up from the ground and dug their roots deep into the earth, stopping the tremors.

A fisherman carrying a fishing rod stepped out from the crowd.

"Uncle Jack?"

Someone exclaimed.

The newcomer was Jack, who was using a folded fishing rod as a staff or perhaps a sword. He stood in front of the group and shouted, "Get out of here! This guy is strong. If we fight, I won't be able to protect you."

Although she didn't know why Jack was a sorcerer, Marina, who was the first to react, immediately used her usual prestige to evacuate the villagers who were still watching the fight.

The knights who were blocking the way are now unable to get up again, and they're just watching the show; they deserve to die.

Only Celia and Ross were unfazed. Celia watched Ross's actions from within the mental space and asked in confusion, "Isn't he a heretic? Why is he saving everyone?"

"You'll know once you've had the call."

Ross gave a casual reply and prepared to move the puppet forward, but was stopped by Jack.