Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

More than dragon language magic, Celia was curious about why the Blue Dragon Magic Academy had the "Super Invincible Idiot" combo skill. Unfortunately, during her time on Dragon Island, things happened so frequently that she didn't have a chance to visit the Blue Dragon Magic Academy.

I wonder if the Blue Dragon Magic Academy ever came out to fight the enemy back then...

Celia shook her head, clearing her mind of distractions, and entered a meditative state.

In the days that followed, with nothing else to disturb her, she would strive to reach the fourth rank and experience the trials of ascending to godhood.

……

The far north.

The Dream Ruins have now been discovered, and their difficulty and mechanics have attracted many mercenary groups to take on the challenge.

They became even more enthusiastic when they discovered that dying in the ruins did not seem to lead to actual death.

Raphael's appearance went unnoticed by the mercenaries.

She walked straight into the entrance of the ruins and entered the ruins.

She stared at the ruins, then suddenly paused.

"The ruins Ashgard used to disguise himself seem to have been modified?"

She sensed it for a moment and suddenly realized, "The difficulty has decreased. Even if I'm killed in the dream, I won't die. Has he changed his nature?"

Raphael gazed at the magnificent dreamlike ruins before him, and after a moment, he passed through them and arrived at the stronghold below.

The stronghold had vanished by now. Looking at the completely collapsed ruins before him, Raphael shook his head. "Is it time to turn back? Even so, Lord Ross will not forgive you."

Continue onward, slowly traversing the area influenced by Alina, and finally, enter the palace where Alina sleeps.

Looking at the palace before him, and at Raphael's calm demeanor, a slow change appeared in his eyes.

"The magic circle has been reinforced. This isn't Ashgard's doing; he couldn't have done this. Could it be... Lord Ross?"

Raphael's eyes lit up, his gaze becoming intense, but he quickly shook his head and sighed.

"If it's Lord Ross, he should be able to awaken Alina, so... is it Falgar? Or Jonathan or Dolores?"

"It should be Falga, the First Apostle Falga. He's not so easy to kill."

Raphael smiled.

"It seems that Falgar stopped Ashgar from continuing to drink blood."

She stepped inside, and the palace's magic array had no effect on her. It opened the door automatically after sensing her presence, allowing her to enter.

She approached Alina, looked down at Alina who was completely sealed off, a place even she would find difficult to open, reached out to touch the cold ice, and felt the faint flame of life emanating from within. Her expression was slightly moved.

"Is it really Falgar? This level of protection..."

Could it really be Lord Ross?

Raphael's heartbeat gradually quickened.

definitely is!

Absolutely!

She gave Alina a deep look.

An angry expression slowly appeared on his face.

He avoided me, but personally protected Alina.

Hmph, that wretched Lord Ross.

Alina is indeed the most important person.

Chapter 522 Visitors

Near the Southern City, the ruins of an ancient castle labyrinth.

Ashgard appeared outside the ruins gate, looked at the mercenaries coming and going and the settlement built around the pool, and shook his head.

"You really do have the same twisted sense of humor as always."

Ashgard could discern the condition of the ruins from the faces of the passing mercenaries.

Those who went in were chatting and laughing, while those who came out looked bewildered, having been tortured to the point of delirium.

This relic has high-level restrictions, but that's not a problem for Ashgard.

He suppressed his aura, disguised himself as a low-level mage, and entered the ruins.

He then released his aura, which Jonathan could detect.

Soon, the three-dimensional maze in front of them rapidly changed, and a main road led straight to the top of the ancient castle.

Ashgard slowly walked over and soon reached a high point, where he saw Jonathan coldly watching him from outside the top floor of the castle.

"What are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm here to see my old friend."

Jonathan's expression was indifferent: "Just say what you need. Don't even think about asking me for help. I won't offer any assistance with your methods."

Ashgard ignored Jonathan's attitude, walked into the tower, and sat down facing Jonathan.

There were no drinks on the table, so Ashgard said, "I've come to see you about two things."

“Speak,” Jonathan said calmly, looking at him. “But I may not listen.”

"First, have you ever greeted a girl?"

Jonathan's eyes flickered. "What are you trying to say?"

Ashgard slowly said, "You may not know what happened outside. Some time ago, the Northern Alliance held a Sorcerer League. The Arctic Blood Alliance caused trouble during the Sorcerer League and summoned the Abyss Gate. A girl used a purification spell to close the Abyss Gate, which was not fully opened."

Jonathan listened without saying a word.

Ashgard continued, "Not long after, the Holy Court launched a siege against the Deep Sea Aid Society. During this siege, the girl used another purification technique, which had an extremely high purification efficiency against the pollution of the Abyss, helping the Holy Court to successfully deal with the Deep Sea Aid Society."

Jonathan smiled knowingly: "Oh, that's good news. If I remember correctly, the Deep Sea Aid Society is a cult secretly cultivated by the Sea God? Tsk tsk tsk, the Sea God is always the first to suffer."

Ashgard looked at Jonathan and asked seriously, "The purification spell that girl used is the special purification spell that Lord Ross developed when we suffered from the calamity of the abyss. I want to ask, did you teach it to her?"

Jonathan looked at Ashgard in surprise.

The two fell silent.

A moment later, Jonathan suddenly laughed.

Why would you think I taught them?

Ashgard said, "Who else could it be but you? Lord Ross?"

"What if it really is Lord Ross?" Jonathan chuckled.

Ashgard shook his head, not believing Jonathan's words. He said, "Another thing, I hope that when I reach the eighth rank, you can help me obtain the divine status of the Ice God."

Jonathan's smile slowly faded. "Are you sure? Eighth rank? Eighth rank isn't that easy to achieve. Even with my help... what can I do? My little tricks are useless against the Ice God, who is blessed by the gods. And how can you be sure the Ice God is really dead?"

"I'm not asking you to come in with me to your death. You just need to meet me outside. I will bring out the complete divine essence and prepare a suitable descendant for you. Your job is to help her complete the summoning, protect her, and prevent other gods from interfering with her."

"is it?"

Jonathan smiled at Ash Gail, who looked serious and didn't think Jonathan would refuse.

However, after smiling, Jonathan slowly said, "But I refuse."

Ashgard's expression froze.

Jonathan thought of the girl. She had easily summoned Ross. The Lord of the Stars was already able to influence this world. Jonathan believed that Ross had his own plans, and any action they took was likely to backfire.

If it were the old Ash Karl, Jonathan would have been willing to share this news with him.

However, ever since he learned that Ashgard had used Alina, continuously drawing her blood, and had ties with the Twelve Heretics, even though Ashgard claimed it was to summon Ross, he no longer treated him the same way he used to.

If it weren't for the fact that the girl couldn't withstand Ross's pressure when he appeared earlier, Jonathan would have told Ross about Ashgard's evil deeds long ago.

However, Jonathan knew that even if he didn't say anything, Ross would find out.

"Ashgar, as a fellow apostle, I'll give you one last piece of advice: stop your plan. You're using the cult of the Twelve Olympians, but how do you know if the god behind the cult is also using you? You drew Alina's blood to fight the Ice God, what's next? Will you draw my blood or Raphael's blood to fight a certain god?"

Jonathan's voice turned cold again: "Sacrificing your comrades to carry out a ritual that only exists in theory is not as good as finding the real body of the sea god Ethel and stealing his divinity."

“Ethel is hidden in the Tranquil Sea, it can’t be found,” Ashgard said.

Jonathan shook his head: "Stop. Lord Ross will not tolerate you using the method of harming your own people to deal with the enemy. I believe in Lord Ross. It won't be long before he breaks free and leads us back to Starfall, into the stars."

“Passive waiting is not my style.” Ashgard stood up and walked outside. “Fine, if you still want to stay holed up in this wretched place, then so be it.”

"Aren't you afraid Lord Ross will execute you?"

"It doesn't matter. If he can return, I'm willing to sacrifice myself."

"..."

Jonathan watched Ashgard leave without stopping him.

A look of hesitation flashed across his face.

In the end, he sighed and shook his head.

"Why bother? Your actions clearly show that you don't believe in the invincible Lord Ross. How could the great Lord of the Stars be trapped by a bunch of lowly fellows?"

He sat in a large chair, tapping his fingers idly on the table.

"Ashgard visited because of the girl's purification technique. He may have thought it was taught to him personally by Lord Ross, but then he felt it was impossible..."

"It seems that under Lord Ross's guidance, that girl has accomplished many great things. Next, Raphael should be coming as well."

Jonathan pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

“Raphael is more extreme towards Lord Ross than Ashgard. Even if she doesn’t do anything as irrational as Ashgard, you can’t easily tell her anything about Lord Ross.”

“Besides Raphael, the others… Dolores, well, that old codger is even more lazy than me, he probably doesn’t even know the news.”

"Falga, only this guy can talk, but... is Falga still alive?"

Chapter 523 Back to School

Time flies, and it's already the end of February.

The buzz surrounding the Holy Court's army pressing on the Blue Dragon Empire and nearly escalating into a war has gradually subsided.

The world gradually calmed down, as if the tense atmosphere of a month ago was just a joke in the newspapers.

As time went by, the issues of Dragon Island and the border gradually faded from discussion, and newspapers in various places began to focus on all sorts of trivial and uninteresting matters.

Celia still maintains her habit of buying a newspaper every day to keep up with major events happening around the world.

This is one of the few forms of entertainment she has.

After reading the newspaper, she began her grueling training session.

For more than a month, her magic refinement level has reached 115%, and as the refinement level increases, it becomes increasingly difficult to make any further progress.

In terms of spell proficiency, she has mastered all the third-tier ice spells she has learned, and her Ice Blast is even more precise, allowing her to unleash it at will. She even manages to utilize some of the aftershocks of the explosions to cause additional damage.

In addition, they are also practicing spells of other elements, but the progress is a little slower. They have barely mastered spells such as Withered Silk and Mithril Web, which are used to build ice shield combos, and have barely mastered spells such as Elemental Harmony and Holy Dispel.

But the biggest gain was the experimentation with fourth-order physics.

With her magical reserves comparable to a fourth-tier mage, Celia successfully used [Freeze All Things], although it could only freeze an area with a radius of less than five meters around her, it was still a successful use.

With the insights gained from [Freezing All Things], she could vaguely sense the flow of external magic without meditating.

At this moment, in the backyard of the Star Ash Temple, Celia held a staff, which emitted a strong white light. Beneath her feet, white ice and snow slowly began to cover her.

Celia struggled to maintain [Frozen All Things], feeling the wisps of magic drawn from the outside world amidst the violent absorption of magic.

boom!

With a soft crack, the frozen ice surface split open and melted rapidly.

But Celia was not discouraged. Instead, she closed her eyes and carefully savored the sensation she had just experienced.

A moment later, she opened her eyes and smiled.

"Lord Ross, I can feel it!"

She raised her hand, and a cloud of icy mist quickly formed in her palm, transforming into the shape of an ice cloud.