Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

The sudden explosion blew up and tore apart the house that was hiding underground, creating a hole a hundred meters deep.

Enveloped in a thick gray fog, Phil flew out of the deep cave and into the air, his eyes flashing red light like two laser beams.

On the ground, all the guards were stunned.

Fortunately, Dorland warned them in advance that they weren't in that house, so apart from a few unlucky ones who were injured by the blasted-up rocks and dirt, most of them escaped unharmed.

They all looked up at the figure shrouded in gray fog in the sky.

Due to the distance and the obscuring effect of the gray fog, they couldn't see who it was; they could only see two red lights.

The oppressive aura emanating from afar made it difficult for everyone below to breathe.

The captain of the guard was terrified, regretting that he hadn't listened to Benovia and evacuated the people around him.

“This area is full of nobles and wealthy merchants, with almost no commoners. If their homes are demolished, I’ll definitely lose my job afterwards,” a thought flashed through the captain’s mind.

Just then, Dorland's angry shout rang out: "Go find Duke Pharos immediately!"

The others realized what was happening and hurriedly left.

Dorland sent an urgent message to Duke Pharos using his bracelet, but the Duke seemed to be fighting a deep-sea monster and did not reply.

He clenched his fists and looked at Phil, who seemed quite bewildered after flying up.

"How could Duke Pharos's daughter have become like this? It must be a damned heretic."

"However, Miss Phil doesn't seem to be seriously polluted; perhaps we can awaken her."

Thinking this, Dorland flew to Phil and shouted, "Miss Phil, are you alright? I'm Dorland. When we were little, you...you even called me uncle."

Phil seemed to only then realize what was happening, his red-glowing eyes locking onto Dorland.

The massive demonic energy pollution transformed into a tangible dagger, stabbing fiercely at Dorland.

Dorland could only hastily conjure one protective spell.

boom!

Amid the explosion, Dorland fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a building and sustaining serious injuries.

That building was a nobleman's estate.

The other party had long been aware of the situation outside, but took no action, merely observing from the shadows.

Dorland's wreckage of his house also exposed him.

Phil, high above, locked onto Dorland, and in doing so, locked onto him as well.

Upon seeing him, Dorland quickly said, "Count Yarman, come and help! You are also a fourth-tier mage; only together can we awaken Miss Phil."

Count Yarman looked at him suspiciously: "Are you sure you still have the fighting ability?"

Dorland's face flushed red. "I..."

Just then, a strong wave of pollution came from the sky.

Yarman quickly summoned his puppet and cast a spell to withstand Phil's finishing blow.

The result was that the puppet was knocked back dozens of meters and crashed into the wall.

Yarman's face was grim. "Why has Duke Pharos's daughter become like this?"

Dorland gave a wry smile: "How was I supposed to know someone had discovered the altar here? That's why I came over."

Just then, a sound came from inside the ruins of the house, and a young man came out.

Yarman pulled him up and said quickly, "Baker, didn't you say Miss Phil has a crush on you? Quick, wake her up."

Baker looked at his father with a completely bewildered expression.

He looked up at Phil in the sky, paused for a moment, and then his face lit up with joy.

He turned to look at Yarman, a strange smile on his face: "Don't worry, Father, I guarantee I can win Miss Phil back and make her work for me."

After saying that, he picked up the aircraft and flew upwards, his face filled with fervor.

Chapter 425 Died in Peace

Beck, son of Earl Yarman, is a third-tier mage.

This is Baker's public identity.

Even his father didn't know that Baker, who often came to the seaside to look out at the deep sea, had already quietly become a part of the deep sea.

There was no other reason; he simply wanted to see the world ablaze.

As a nobleman's son, Beck knew from a young age that he was born 'superior'. In his eyes, all commoners and nobles of lower status were no different from slaves who could be beaten, scolded, and slaughtered at will.

However, Duke Pharos, the ruler of Leters City, enacted many laws to restrict his violent nature, allowing him to unleash his inner darkness only in secret.

This made him very unhappy.

By chance, he came into contact with the Deep Sea Aid Society and witnessed how they bewitched people and then killed and sacrificed indiscriminately, which made his blood boil.

He joined without hesitation, becoming a "spy".

Joining the Deep Sea Aid Society did not mean he would give up his current comfortable life, so he was not tainted by what the Deep Sea Aid Society called the power of the deep sea. As a spy working secretly for the Deep Sea Aid Society, he enjoyed the thrill of countless lives disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Neither my father nor Duke Pharos would have imagined that the Deep Sea Aid Society was able to come to such a nearby place to build an altar with my help."

Baker looked at Phil, whose eyes were glowing red, with excitement.

"I never expected that they would actually make Phil a sacrifice, and I, as a key participant, also have the ability to control the sacrifice!"

Baker has no intention of killing Phil or controlling Phil to commit mass murder.

That's such a waste.

Phil is Duke Pharos's daughter. If we can use her to get in touch with Duke Pharos and become his son-in-law, it would be much better than staying in the Deep Sea Aid Society as a peripheral "high-ranking" member who can't reach the core.

Upon seeing that the person filling the sky with "deep-sea power" was Phil, a plan to rise to power began to take shape in his mind.

"As long as I pretend to wake Phil up, stop her attack, and then show up at Duke Pharos's place..."

Baker, lost in thought about the future, a strange rune flashing in his hand. He feigned concern and called out urgently, "Phil, it's me, Baker, your good friend Baker. Don't do anything foolish."

As he spoke, runes on his palms were flashing; this was a means of guiding the "sacrifice," allowing him to control whether the "sacrifice" attacked or stopped attacking.

Baker was overjoyed. He approached Phil and saw her looking at him, seemingly deep in thought, which made him even happier.

He deliberately spoke loudly, "Phil, have you forgotten? When you were little, you once ran away from the castle, and I helped you..."

Before he could finish recounting his fabricated 'childhood memories,' a claw constructed from demonic energy pierced his heart and squeezed it.

Baker's face was filled with astonishment and disbelief. His life force rapidly declined, and he was casually tossed by Phil to Yarman's feet.

Yarman stared in disbelief, his body trembling.

"You...how could you actually do it? I..."

Yarman regretted it, deeply regretted it.

He didn't just say that to Baker casually.

Because Baker often told him about his "funny stories" with Phil.

Busy Yarman, unaware that Baker was deceiving him, chose to believe his son, providing him with financial support to help him win over Phil.

In general, it is the people close to us who bring us back to our senses in this kind of irrational behavior.

However, the reason why Yarman did not stop him was because Beck's confident expression had misled him.

then……

The tragedy had already occurred, and Yarman had no time to grieve, for Phil's clutches were already closing in.

Yarman had no choice but to control the puppet to meet it.

His anger made him lose his mind.

"Even if you are the daughter of a duke, you will pay with your life for killing my child!"

Dorland watched as Yarman rushed forward, coughed twice, and then rushed forward as well.

"We must at least hold out until His Majesty the Duke arrives."

Not long after, the two figures fell to the ground, the puppet was destroyed, and both were seriously injured.

Dorland looked on in despair as he watched Phil fall from the sky.

"The difference between fourth-order and fifth-order... is too great."

The demonic energy contaminated the area once again, transforming into demonic claws that slammed down.

Dorland attempted to gather magic, but found that his injuries were too severe to do so.

"I'm sorry, Your Grace." Dorland sighed inwardly, deciding to await his death.

Yarman, who was standing next to him, clearly didn't want to die. He grabbed Dorland and stood up, then ran away without looking back.

Dorland was shocked and furious: "Yalman, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Phil's eyes flickered as he looked at the rapidly moving Yarman. His claws then turned and reached out, grabbing Yarman's heart.

As a fourth-tier mage, Yarman wouldn't die so quickly, but with his heart crushed, he could only hold on for a minute or two before despairingly awaiting death.

He turned to look at Dorland, his eyes filled with despair.

Dorland felt neither relief nor sarcasm, for another claw had already reached out.

Just then, a puppet suddenly rushed over from a distance and blocked Dorland's way before the puppet's claws could touch his body.

A thick earthen shield materialized in front of the puppet.

But Dorland was not happy at all, because he could tell at a glance that the puppet was only at the third level.

Sure enough, the demonic claw shattered the earthen shield, penetrated the puppet's body, and seized the puppet's heart.

With a single squeeze of the devil's claws.

It can't be squeezed.

Phil paused for a moment.

Just then, a fireball flew from afar, exploded in front of her, and created ripples.

Phil looked up at the source of the attack, where a girl in a white cat-eared mage robe sat in a flying vehicle watching her.

Her eyes met Phil's, and she shouted, "Phil, come on, come and chase me!"

Phil's lips moved slightly, "Bey..."

Pain and confusion appeared on her face.

But she ignored Benovia's mockery, turned around, and flew directly into the sky, heading into the distance.

There, a group of people is flying over.

Seeing this, Benovia cast another Fireball.

Phil paused, turned around, and raised his hand to deliver a vicious blow.

But she then shook off the demonic claws, her expression pained.

"Friend...you can't kill him..."

The runes that had been hidden back into her body reappeared on her skin, flickered a few times, and then slowly disappeared after a moment.

She ignored Benovia and rushed toward the group of people flying from afar.

At the same time, the fifth-tier level demonic energy pollution was released without restraint, destroying everything in its path.

"If you don't accept ridicule, then there's nothing I can do."

Benovia also planned to use the superior speed of the aircraft to lure Phil out of the city.

But Phil ignored her, and there was nothing she could do. She couldn't possibly get close to him like that stupid nobleman, could she?

Benovia approached Dorland. "Are you alright, Mr. Dorland?"

Dorland gave a wry smile: "Do I look like I'm alright?"

He took a breath and asked, "Are you Miss Phil's friend?"

Benovia nodded.