Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

"You, are you dead? Heh, see? I told you not to play around, you messed up."

Looking at his withered and weak body, Yu Jeria said angrily, "Damn it, what happened?"

"I don't know." A voice came from the side: "You, you only have three chances to reincarnate. You've already used two. If you have one more, we will be exposed to His gaze."

Chapter 429 The Holy Lord Arrives

Deep in the ocean, an unnamed island.

On a huge rock on the shore, two people stood, one in front of the other. The former wore a robe and leaned on a staff, while the latter wore armor and carried two swords on his back, their attitudes respectful.

The waves surged, but did not submerge the island.

Monsters roam freely, yet they seem oblivious to them.

Wave after wave crashed in, and the sorcerer in front asked calmly, "Haven't they arrived yet?"

The swordsman behind him said respectfully, "I don't know."

The sorcerer snapped, "You don't have a way to contact them?"

The swordsman remained respectful: "We cannot connect to the Protoss network here and cannot receive messages."

"Is there no other way to contact them besides the Protoss Network?"

"Yes, but I won't."

"you……"

The sorcerer remained silent for a moment, suppressing his anger: "Fine, I'll go back and take a look. Hmph, a bunch of guys who believe in false gods, they're really unreliable."

The swordsman said respectfully, "I think we should hold back. This operation was initiated by that lord at the request of the Deep Sea Aid Society. We should be able to handle it. Have you forgotten that last time in the far north, that lord kicked you..."

boom!

The swordsman was kicked away.

The sorcerer calmly straightened his clothes and said indifferently, "After all, this is the first joint operation. We'll take a look and see if there are any problems. Unless the Holy Lord comes in person, we can leave at will."

“That makes sense, cough cough…” The swordsman scrambled back, coughing incessantly.

"Let's go."

"As ordered."

……

On the shore, Duke Pharos casually tossed Yu Jeria's remaining body onto the bank, flew over the ruins of the lighthouse, and landed.

He looked at Celia, who was crawling out of the rubble, and was slightly taken aback: "Celia?"

Celia dusted herself off, her eyes darting around, and greeted, "Greetings, Duke Pharos."

Duke Pharos asked, "Did you do that just now?"

Celia's eyes flickered. "No, it was done by the gods."

Duke Pharos stared at her in silence.

Celia sighed, "Well, it's what the gods told me to do."

Duke Pharos: "..."

Celia said, "Your Grace, I'm very sorry to have to dismantle your lighthouse. It was the only way to severely damage that enemy."

As she spoke, Celia seemed to remember something and added, "No, there are also all the magic crystals of the protective array of Leites City."

The protective array was not destroyed, but all its energy was depleted.

The loss... is around a thousand high-grade magic crystals. Each magic crystal costs around 20 gold coins. For a city, that shouldn't be too much, right?

The amount of magic power required to severely injure a sixth-tier mage is exceptionally high.

Duke Pharos's eyes were strange as he hesitated to speak. After a long while, he finally managed to say, "As expected of Miss Celia, you accomplished what others could not with ease. In short, I am very grateful for your help. Without you, I might have been led to the deep sea by him, where there may be an ambush."

Celia said, "You're welcome, as long as you don't make me lose money."

Duke Pharos said, "How could I let you lose money? Trading a lighthouse for a severely injured sixth-tier enemy is something even the Holy Lord and the Emperor would choose without hesitation."

Celia said, "And the magic crystals for the entire protective array."

"It's a great deal!"

Celia was relieved: "As long as you don't ask me for compensation, that's fine. Please, Your Grace, guard the coast. As for Phil, let me handle things here."

Duke Pharos immediately realized, "That's right, Phil."

As he said that, he was about to leave.

Celia quickly said, "Please wait a moment, Your Grace. Benovia just told me that you have almost depleted her pollution. Phil's constitution is different from others. She has been using pollution to train herself for many years. Don't worry, the gods will protect her."

"Compared to Phil's situation, the coast needs more attention. We're now in the final stages of the monster attack, and no one knows if there will be fifth or even sixth-tier monsters."

Duke Pharos frowned, about to say something, when Celia added, "Principal Black just told me that the Holy Lord is coming. Phil is the future Holy Maiden of the Holy Court, and the Holy Lord will protect her."

Duke Pharos's brow relaxed, and he nodded: "Very well, then I will guard this place. When the Holy Lord arrives, please pass on a message for me: if the Holy Lord can cure Phil, the city of Leites will forever be loyal to the Holy Court and will never betray it."

“Okay.” Celia picked up her flying broom and flew towards the city center.

With Duke Pharos here, the deep-sea monsters will be fine unless a super-tier 6 monster appears.

Of course, if there are monsters above level six, no matter who comes, it will be of no use.

Since it concerned her friend, Celia flew very fast (being carried by Ross) and quickly returned to the city center, the place where Phil had caused trouble.

At this point, Phil's madness was entering its final stage.

She had almost exhausted the magic of the Thunder Cage that Duke Pharos had casually set up, and her own strength was also almost depleted. When Celia arrived, she saw her shatter the Thunder Cage, then close her eyes and fall down.

Celia rushed over, grabbed her, and they landed slowly.

Benovia, who had been observing from the shadows for a long time, stepped forward and asked, "Celia, how is it? What about Phil's condition...?"

Celia said, "Shouldn't you know better than me? You were there the whole time."

Benovia said innocently, "I don't know much about heretics. You deal with heretics every day, so you should know more about them than I do."

Celia opened her mouth, but had nothing to say.

Benovia is right. Strangely enough, whenever she goes out, she inevitably comes into contact with pagans.

Especially after the Warlock League, you'll encounter a heretical stronghold or discover heretics committing evil deeds just by walking a few steps.

Celia chose not to discuss the topic: "Phil's situation is rather special. Her body is compatible with the power of pollution, so such a large amount of pollution will indeed have some impact on her, but as long as it is all released, it won't be a big deal. At most, she will need to rest for a while."

"Uh, I think I'm a little late."

Just as Benovia was about to say something, a voice came from the side.

The two turned around and immediately recognized the person.

"Your Majesty?"

The Holy Lord looked at the two of them and smiled, "It seems that even if I hadn't come, you two could have done a good job. You truly are the people we chose."

Benovia asked curiously, "Your Majesty is so busy with state affairs, how come you have time to come here?"

“Such a big thing has happened, it would be a dereliction of duty for me not to come.” The Holy Lord shook his head and stroked his beard.

A candidate for sainthood is captured by a heretic and used as a sacrifice; hundreds of heretical sacrificial arrays explode in the city, absorbing the souls of all the city's residents; a mysterious sixth-order heretic appears; an attack by a deep-sea monster—any one of these events would be enough to cause a sensation, let alone three happening at the same time. No matter how busy he is, he must be on the scene.

Celia smiled and said, "Your Majesty has arrived at just the right time. I... through the protective array of Leites City, I discovered two sneaky high-ranking heretics running towards us, and I need your help to deal with them."

The Holy Lord's expression turned serious, and he immediately released his senses, quickly locating the two heretics that Celia had mentioned.

The scepter representing the highest authority of the Holy Court was slammed down heavily!

"Huh, good time!"

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P.S.: In the previous chapter, Twilight Church changed the puppet attribute of Deadpool from death to life.

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Chapter 430 After the War

Celia is watching the Holy Lord "walk the dog" through the magic circle.

The two heretics who had sneaked in from the ocean were now fleeing in a sorry state.

The conversation between the two was transmitted into Celia's mind through a magic circle.

"These guys are really unreliable! They didn't even tell us the Holy Lord was coming!"

“My lord, we shouldn’t have come over here to check. The body on the beach just now looks like Yu Jeria’s body.”

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

“I saw that the Lord looked very confident, so I didn’t say anything.”

"You bastard!"

"..."

Celia could sense that the two were running away very fast, and they seemed to be preparing to self-destruct. If the Holy Lord forcibly kept them, they would perish on the spot.

boom!

A dazzling white light flashed, and the Holy Lord's magic traversed a vast distance, penetrating the bodies of the two.

Despite the risk of injury, the two used the attack to accelerate, leaving the city like lightning and disappearing into the distant sea.

Celia looked at the protective magic circle, whose energy was almost depleted, and showed a regretful expression.

"If we still have some magic left, we can hold them off for a bit and then let the Holy Lord take care of them."

She didn't discover these two people; it was Ross. She simply marked them and then informed the Holy Lord.

While the Holy Lord was pursuing them, Phil was also taken back to the temple by her and Benovia, where they rested.

Feeling Phil's weakened state, Celia couldn't help but ask Ross, "Lord Ross, are you really alright?"

Ross nodded: "Of course there won't be a problem. Why would I let her have a problem?"

Ross was hoping that Phil's special constitution would allow her to break her seal in the abyss ahead of time.

There must be fragments of Ethel's divine essence within the Deep Sea Alliance.

Once the Holy Court has conquered the main camp, Ross will have either Celia or Phil find a way to bring over the divine fragments and give them to Phil to use, so that she can also establish contact with him.

However, Ross wasn't sure if fragments of the same god's divine essence could work on multiple people; if not, he'd consider other options.

Everything was going according to Ross's plan.

Ross said, "Phil is very weak right now. To recover, he needs to use that super rare Puppet Heart, the one given to Benovia. Only by using that can Phil recover quickly."

Celia said, "I'll ask Benovia if she brought it."

"No need to ask, she didn't bring it. Besides, Benovia's Puppet Heart has already been used, and its effect is not as good as before. We need to find a new one."

"Ok."

Celia could only nod, muttering to herself.

Why does Lord Ross know so much about Benovia?

Did they really drag Benovia into this?

Celia's eyes were strange. Although she didn't want to admit it, from Benovia's occasional hints, she felt that Ross might have already dragged Benovia into the mess.

It felt a little uncomfortable, but at the same time, it was also a bit stimulating.

Celia could understand her own somewhat dark thoughts; it was simply a desire to see the pure saintess defiled...

The girl quickly shook her head, trying to dispel her strange thoughts.

She stood up and said to Benovia, "Benovia, you watch over Phil for now, I'm going to check on my puppet."

Benovia asked curiously, "Your puppet? What happened to your puppet?"

Celia said casually, "It's nothing. I just accidentally got it destroyed when I was killing a fourth-order heretic. It's not a big problem. I can fix it and it'll still work."

"what?"