Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

Because they are fourth-tier mages!

The surrounding third-tier mages could hear the discussion above. Compared to the fourth-tier mages who were almost questioning their existence, they were all excited and put themselves in Celia's shoes, fantasizing that they also had the strength to challenge those of higher tiers. They felt their bladders tighten and were extremely excited.

Celia said, "It seems like some deep-sea monsters are coming. You guys go down and provide support, don't worry about me."

Holder looked at the broken puppet and asked, "Do you need me to call someone to help you put the puppet away?"

Celia thought for a moment and then agreed: "Thank you for your trouble, Bishop Holder."

"Haha, no trouble at all. It's my honor to be able to do something for Miss S... Celia."

Holder was very respectful. Celia's victory over a fourth-tier opponent with her third-tier strength was worthy of respect in itself. In addition, given her status, Holder felt that even if she didn't become a saintess in the future, she would still be an influential figure in the Holy Court. Now was the time to befriend her.

However, he didn't force it; he just did some insignificant little things and didn't insist.

It would be best if Celia agreed; if she didn't, it would just be a bit of a pity.

The other three were not nobles from Shining City and did not know Celia's identity. Seeing how respectful Hold, who was also a fourth-tier cultivator, was to her, they couldn't help but become curious about Celia's identity.

Once they had flown down together, the noble sorcerer asked, "Hold, is this Miss Celia the child of some legendary sorcerer?"

Holder shook his head and smiled, "No, she comes from a remote temple and is now studying magic at the Holy Magic Academy."

The others felt it couldn't be that simple, but since Holder wouldn't say, they couldn't ask. They could only speculate and planned to investigate thoroughly when they got back, at least to get to know this powerful sorcerer.

He also encouraged and warned the younger members of the family to pursue Celia, while also advising them to be discerning and not to provoke her.

Boom!

A rumbling sound came from the sea, and in the sky, thick clouds obscured the stars, with flashes of lightning appearing from time to time, foreshadowing an impending storm.

On the lighthouse, Celia also felt the storm coming from the sea.

She took a breath, glanced at the knights from the Holy Court tidying up her puppets, and went to the badly damaged window to gaze at the distant, lightning-streaked ocean.

"Its power seems immense, but the monsters appearing so far only seem to be first or second tier?"

Celia paused, looked for a moment, took out her flying broom, turned to the knights and instructed them, "Just deliver this to the temple for me."

"As ordered!"

Celia nodded, boarded her flying broom, and left.

……

Meanwhile, in the center of Leites City, somewhere about three kilometers from the city lord's castle.

Phil walked slowly through the alley, carefully sensing the elements around him.

She could vaguely hear the alarm coming from the lighthouse, but that was beyond her control.

"According to Celia's directions, it should be around here... Huh?"

She suddenly noticed something unusual in one of the houses.

"This fluctuation doesn't seem like the contaminated fragments that Celia mentioned. It seems more like something that only exists in those strongholds... a soul altar?"

Phil summoned the puppet, smashed open the door of the house without hesitation, rushed into the house, came to the area of ​​contamination he sensed, moved aside the fireplace cover, and saw the cellar entrance that appeared under the fireplace.

"There's a soul altar inside the city?"

Phil jumped without hesitation.

Chapter 419 A Sacrifice Delivered to the Door?

The cellar cave is not very high, only about four or five meters high.

Phil landed smoothly and first took in the surrounding pollution levels.

A faint trace of pollution is gathering deep within the cave.

She sensed that the pollution was gradually getting stronger.

"Was it caused by the invasion of deep-sea monsters?"

The deep-sea monsters come from the Age of Calamity, a realm that humanity has struggled to conquer. The Age of Calamity only solved the problems on land, not in the deep sea.

Even now, people still know very little about the deep sea.

Perhaps it has already taken the shape of an abyss.

Phil looked in the direction of the pollution source; it was indeed the deep sea.

The girl frowned.

"The magic circle that Celia discovered attracted deep-sea monsters. After the monsters were killed, would the pollution they released quietly gather here?"

Phil felt that this speculation was highly likely.

She didn't know what Deepsea Assistance was planning, but it was certain that it would cause unrest.

"The pollution is accumulating, which means the ritual on the altar has only just begun."

Phil summoned the puppet and quickly headed deeper into the cave.

The cave is very deep, leading downwards with turns, seemingly spiraling downwards in a square shape.

After walking for about ten minutes, Phil finally saw a wide-open underground space ahead.

This place is very similar to the heretical stronghold in the Golden Apple Stone Forest, with an altar in the middle and runes of magic arrays all around.

At this moment, the magic array has been activated, and the various patterns present the entire underground space in a beautiful and magnificent way.

Phil had no time to appreciate the magical beauty created by the magic circle; she commanded the puppet to rush toward the altar.

At this moment, a person was kneeling on the altar in an extremely strange posture, facing the sea, and wisps of pollution slowly gathered on his body through the patterns of the magic circle.

In addition, there was a mysterious power that Phil couldn't understand. Based on the information he had previously learned from Celia, she knew it was soul energy.

"Is this heretic secretly absorbing the soul energy of ordinary people?"

Phil was furious.

Besides the 'offerings' on the altar, there were many people kneeling around the altar, chanting incantations. Facing the offerings, the pollution on their bodies was flying out and entering the bodies of the offerings.

Even Phil's arrival did not interrupt them.

Seeing this, Phil didn't hold back, and a strong purifying light immediately emanated from the puppet and her body.

She naturally learned the purification technique from Celia as well.

This purification technique, specifically designed for heretics, immediately caused the people kneeling below the altar to let out shrill screams.

Even the pagans chosen as sacrifices, kneeling on the altar, showed signs of pain.

As if waking from a dream, they realized Phil had arrived.

However, these lower-ranking heretics are powerless against purification spells.

Ultimately, under the forceful dispelling of the purification spell, those beneath the altar collapsed to the ground, falling unconscious on the spot, their fate unknown.

Phil looked up at the altar.

The protective barrier from the magic circle was activated, blocking the penetration of the purification spell.

Although it still has some effect, it's not significant. The offering absorbs more pollution than Phil's purification spell. With this disparity, it won't be long before he completes the ritual and becomes a pseudo-fourth-order heretic.

Phil wouldn't let that happen; holy magic erupted from his staff and slammed into the magic barrier.

Phil's lack of fighting skills does not mean he cannot fight.

She also knows some offensive spells.

She used every holy spell she could find.

Spells that don't form powerful combos aren't very strong, but with the abundant magical power supplied from the deep divine realm, the magic circle's defenses still fluctuated and slowly dimmed.

As if sensing something, the offerings on the altar slowly raised their heads and opened their eyes.

He saw Phil bombing outside, and his lips moved, producing a harsh sound like fingernails scraping a blackboard:

"Stop... I order you to stop!"

An energy mixed with magic and pollution exploded around him, passed through the protective magic circle, rushed towards Phil, and blew her... hair around.

Phil's expression remained unchanged as he continued his attack.

"Still at the third level, need to hurry."

Phil's attacks became even more ferocious, but...

The effect is not significant.

The girl grew anxious.

She was never good at fighting, and her proficiency with all offensive spells was far from proficient; they were not only weak in power but also consumed a lot of magic power.

A simple calculation problem.

Before the offering is fully formed and its magic power is exhausted, can the protective barrier of the magic circle be broken to attack the offering inside?

The answer is no.

Attacking the array's defenses is equivalent to attacking the array itself. If the defenses break, the array will also break, and the sacrifice will automatically stop.

Clearly, this large-scale magic circle was strong enough. Phil's attack power was about the same as that of an ordinary third-tier mage, and he had no way to break it before the ritual was completed.

The girl was anxious, but there was nothing she could do.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have come down directly. I should have told Father or Celia first."

She glanced at her bracelet and realized that they were deep underground and could no longer connect to the Protoss network.

Should we retreat and let it take shape?

Phil hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "No, I can handle it."

She stopped casting spells and quickly went to the altar, reaching out to sense the protective array. However, less than a second after touching it, the array rippled and she passed right through it.

She was taken aback. "This magic circle is only effective against spells, but people can come and go as they please?"

Without thinking twice, she picked up her staff and walked onto the altar.

The offerings on the altar froze, staring at her in disbelief: "No... no, you... how were you able to get up here?"

Phil, of course, wouldn't explain to him. Taking advantage of the fact that he was immobilized by the ritual, he struck him directly on the forehead with his staff, and the purification spell shone brightly.

"what--!"

The offering screamed in agony as the contamination on its body was rapidly purified, with some of it being absorbed into Phil's body.

She was going to see what the difference was between pollution from the deep sea and pollution on land.

As the purification process began, the strength of the offering in front of him plummeted rapidly, quickly falling below the threshold of the third tier, then to the second tier, and finally the first tier.

When all the pollution on his body was cleared away, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground.

Phil breathed a sigh of relief.

"ended."

Just as she was about to order the puppet to send the person down to be saved by the holy word spell at the temple, she suddenly saw the fallen sacrifice's body slowly turn into sand-like particles and disappear into the air.

In addition, the pagans who had just collapsed around the altar also slowly turned into sand and dissipated.

This situation caught Phil off guard, but he wasn't too surprised.

However, just as she was about to leave, the protective magic array that had disappeared reappeared.

A voice came from the entrance.

"What a perfect offering, delivered right to my doorstep, hehe, not bad, not bad."

Phil's expression changed.

Before she could react, a massive amount of pollution and soul energy surged in from all directions and entered her body.

Bah!

The staff fell to the ground.

The girl was in excruciating pain, enduring the infusion of massive pollution.

She didn't notice, nor did the heretic who came out to say a few words and then left. The runes hidden within her body slowly surfaced, and the purifying crystal emitted a faint glow.