Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

The two rushed into the fortress and forced their way in through the gate.

The fortress was quiet and empty.

There weren't even any heretics.

“Celia!”

Melina shouted, and the echo reverberated throughout the empty first floor.

no respond.

Melina panicked.

Blake said, "Let's split up and search, but don't tear the castle down."

“I should be saying that to you,” Melina replied, and immediately rushed off in one direction.

After a long time.

The two emerged from the top floor of the fortress, where the Deep Sea leader used to stand.

They looked very unwell.

"No signs of fighting, that's the only good news."

"This is not good news. No battles mean that the rank gap is too large."

"..."

After a long silence, Blake sighed.

"Tell the Holy Lord about this and ask him to investigate."

"Are you crazy? Tell the Holy Lord that if we can't find Celia, neither of us will escape unscathed."

"If we don't tell them and wait for the Holy Lord to find out, we won't even have a chance to suffer the consequences."

Blake contacted the Holy Lord directly to explain the situation regarding Celia's disappearance.

The Holy Lord remained silent for a moment before replying with a single sentence.

"You're all going to die."

……

underground.

Celia stared at the Deep Sea Leader on the high platform, not daring to move an inch.

She saw the Deep Sea Leader looking at her, his eyes gradually revealing murderous intent.

The murderous intent surged like a tsunami, making it difficult for her to breathe.

"I've heard of your great name for a long time. You've brought us a great surprise in the deep sea."

Celia didn't speak, but called out Ross's name in her heart.

A third-tier opponent facing a sixth-tier opponent is more stressful than an ordinary person facing a fourth-tier mage.

Celia felt that she would die if the Deep Sea Leader made even the slightest thought.

She didn't regret infiltrating this place; she only regretted not getting the key to the magic circle in time to restart it.

Of course, she did not give up on treatment because of this.

The only way to save myself now is to call on Ross.

Although Celia felt that even if Ross took her place, she probably wouldn't be able to escape from the leader's clutches.

Even the most skilled player with the ultimate ability to control a mantis can't stop a car's tires.

Moreover, despite repeated calls, they still couldn't summon Tongtiandai.

At that moment, Ross disappeared and did not respond to her prayers.

"It's over."

Celia felt a chill in her heart.

The Deep Sea Leader paid no attention to Celia's thoughts, and slowly played with the fragment of divinity in his hand.

A puppet that was eight parts similar to the giant puppet outside appeared beside him.

"I didn't expect you to find this place. Do you intend to restart the magic array?"

A soft laugh came from the deep-sea leader; he was probably the only heretic who spoke normally, without any strange voice.

"As expected of... the person who took a liking to you, even I have fallen for you."

Celia understood that the 'heartbeat' the Deep Sea Leader spoke of was not the kind of 'heartbeat' that meant by liking someone.

“Originally, I wasn’t planning on doing anything to you, but since you’ve come to me of your own accord, it would be a shame if I did nothing. He said you are the perfect vessel for a god to descend, and coincidentally, we haven’t been able to contact our god lately.”

The chest cavity of the puppet next to the Deep Sea Leader opened, and he slowly placed the puppet's heart into it.

"How about this, you become our Hai Si? Become the great Rost's spokesperson on earth, become His vessel for walking the earth!"

Celia was breathing heavily when she suddenly saw the leader pull closer and then shrink in size.

She was stunned for a moment before realizing that it wasn't that the leader had become shorter, but rather that she had somehow suddenly found herself on a high platform, standing on the altar where the Heart of the Puppet was enshrined.

Complex and eerie runes appeared in the empty hall.

This rune made Celia feel very uncomfortable.

She was completely unable to move.

The girl panicked.

She tried talk therapy, but found that she couldn't speak at all.

Streaks of gray-black light emerged from the eerie runes, slowly flowing and converging towards the high platform.

The leader's voice came again.

"O gods, we have delivered to you the deep-sea offerings you once commanded us to find in the Protoss Forbidden Lands. Please grant us instructions from the deep sea!"

A faint, strange power emerged, and the Deep Sea Leader's face, hidden beneath its hood, revealed a look of wild joy.

He could sense that it was the fluctuation of a deity.

Only the closest believers can feel this fluctuation (which is actually a divine covenant).

An excited look appeared on his face as he looked at Celia on the stage.

He slowly knelt down, his hands trembling, tears streaming down his ugly and terrifying face—tears of blood.

That strange power grew stronger and stronger, gradually bringing with it a sense of oppression.

However... the direction from which the oppressive aura emanated did not seem to be the 'sacrifice' on the high platform.

But the deep-sea leader didn't care.

He looked at Celia with a fanatical gaze.

On the high platform, Celia frowned, trying to find a way to resist the so-called 'Rost's' arrival, when she suddenly felt a warm current flow through her body, dispelling all her discomfort.

Very comfortable.

The girl immediately knew where it came from.

"Lord Ross!"

Celia was pleasantly surprised.

Her fear slowly faded as Ross's voice appeared.

Ross said, "You can now pretend to be possessed by an evil god and give him orders."

"what?"

Celia blinked.

"No need to pretend."

Haven't I already been possessed by an evil god?

Celia thought to herself, then looked down at the deep-sea leader. Seeing the fanaticism in his eyes, she immediately put on a stern face and pretended to be dignified.

“I…I have returned to Starfall, I command you.”

The deep-sea leader looked up excitedly.

"Become the sacrifice for my descent."

The deep-sea leader was stunned.

Chapter 444 The Demon Puppet's Defection?

"You're not happy?"

Celia looked down at the deep-sea leader, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes.

Even with Ross as a backup, she was still a little scared when it came to actually going.

But more importantly, she lacked experience and only remembered one of the major characteristics of heretics: that people were encouraged to commit suicide or sacrifice at the drop of a hat. In a moment of passion, she blurted it out.

This thing works well for low-level sorcerers and ordinary believers, but it doesn't seem to work for high-level ones.

As the Deep Sea Leader froze, Celia suddenly noticed figures slowly appearing outside. They bore the marks of battle, suggesting they had just returned from a fight.

They rushed over, then froze, not knowing what had happened.

Seeing that the Deep Sea Leader was unresponsive, Celia secretly glanced at Ross, whose phantom image appeared beside her. Seeing that he was just watching without saying a word, Celia braced herself and pretended to be dignified.

"A descent requires immense... power of the deep sea. You, and the deep sea power within you, are just right. Why don't you make your move?"

The deep-sea leader snapped out of its daze, its fervor slowly subsiding. It gave Celia a deep look, still somewhat doubtful, and bowed its head, saying, "Yes, my great lord."

With a wave of his hand, the puppet immediately rushed into the crowd and began to slaughter indiscriminately.

Everyone's expression changed, and they hurriedly retaliated.

Some people cursed loudly, some rushed towards the deep-sea leader, and some fled outwards.

However, they were all doing the same thing in vain; no one could escape from there.

The deep-sea leader has disrupted space.

Each time a heretic is killed, the corruption within the heretic's body erupts under the guidance of the puppet, seeping into the eerie magic circle that permeates the entire space, and then entering Celia's body through the magic circle.

However, Ross had already compressed this pollution in a special place, so it no longer had any effect on Celia.

Throughout this process, the Deep Sea Leader kept watching Celia, seemingly trying to assess the changes in her.

Perhaps because he had never seen such a change before, he found it very puzzling.

When the last heretic was killed, his blood soaked the runes on the ground. The Deep Sea leader bowed slightly and said respectfully, "My lord, divine being, the offerings you requested have been prepared. Why is the aura of the Deep Sea still so faint on your body, divine being?"

Celia took a deep breath and looked at the Deep Sea Leader: "Because we still need one last sacrifice."

The only one here is the Deep Sea Boss, the 'last sacrifice,' which speaks for itself.

The deep-sea leader raised his head, the respect on his face slowly disappearing, replaced by a hint of suspicion.

Just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed, and he raised his hand, conjuring a shield to block the sudden attack.

He raised his hand and saw that what was attacking him was none other than his own puppet.

The leader's face showed surprise, but the suspicion vanished immediately.

He hurriedly said, "My Lord, I am the proxy you personally promoted. I have done you a great service, you cannot kill me."

His puppet was a divine artifact bestowed upon him, and its sudden disobedience and attack could only mean one thing—

The gods are doing it themselves.

All doubts about Celia vanished instantly.

However, the puppet's attack did not stop. In a flash, it closed in, its weapon condensing immense magic and corruption. Not a single bit of this energy leaked out; it all converged and blasted the deep-sea leader away.

The stronger the mage, the more they need to control the range of their magic and spell output, especially in one-on-one combat.

A sorcerer whose spells can cause terrifying destruction will definitely be no match for a sorcerer of the same rank who can compress their destructive power to the size of a fist.

This is a difference in control.