Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

Ross shook his head after seeing it.

“In my time, except for a few uninhabited areas, there was network access everywhere. Even in uninhabited areas, you could use a specific frequency band to send a distress signal to the Star Spirit Tree.”

Celia asked curiously, "The book says that before you launched the war of the gods, you burned down the Celestial Tree. Since you used the Celestial Tree as the source of the magical network, wouldn't burning it have caused the entire world to lose internet access?"

"The Star Spirit Tree only plays a supporting role, providing a possibility of rescue in areas without signal. Who would use the Star Spirit Tree as a medium for the real network?"

Ross chuckled: "If the Protoss Tree is burned, wouldn't that sever the connection between the entire world?"

"Uh……"

Celia didn't speak, because the Protoss Network uses the Protoss Tree as its network root, which is why it's called the Protoss Network.

"The Star Spirit Tree... isn't so easily burned..."

Celia's words lacked conviction.

Because Ross burned it.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Ross, why did you burn down the Protoss Tree? It was perfectly fine for no reason..."

Ross said calmly, "Burning the Star Spirit Tree was a condition for starting the God War. At that time, the Star Spirit Tree had absorbed too much power and was close to withering. It would be better to burn it and let it be reborn."

"The Star Spirit Tree has had its power drained?"

"Yes, the power of the Star Spirit Tree is something that ordinary people cannot absorb, but the gods can. They recklessly absorb the energy of the Star Spirit Tree to enhance their power, causing the Star Spirit Tree to change from gold to scarlet. The Abyss appeared during this transformation."

"what?"

Celia's body jolted.

"Is the Abyss related to the Star Spirit Tree?"

“It’s the pollution you’re talking about, which is related to the Celestial Tree,” Ross corrected, then added, “but that was a thousand years ago. The pollution now has absolutely nothing to do with the Celestial Tree.”

"That's it."

Celia felt that she had gained some more knowledge that seemed unattainable.

"The Star Spirit Tree is still very far away from you. A simple understanding is enough. When you have the strength to explore the Star Spirit Tree in the future, then we will let you go and see it."

"I also want to see what the origins of the Protoss Network are like."

Celia looked up at the sky.

In the distance, a faint golden branch can be seen.

The Star Spirit Tree is located in the center of the Starfall Continent and can be seen from anywhere.

That area is occupied by the Elves, and they are the ones maintaining the Protoss network.

As she discussed history with Ross, Celia soon saw the group in front of her stop.

“We’ve reached the edge of the Twilight Cemetery,” Baker said. “But let’s not go in yet. We’ll wait until the Holy See’s party comes out before we go in.”

Baker and the others dismounted, found an open space with practiced ease, and started a fire.

It was nearly noon, lunchtime.

Celia looked ahead.

Despite the bright sunshine, a layer of gray mist shrouded the area ahead, obscuring everything and making it difficult to see clearly. All that could be seen were scattered tombstones crookedly stuck in the ground.

It's like a mass grave.

"Hey, Mil, come sit down. Don't look around, there's nothing to see," Baker called out.

Celia walked over and sat down a distance away, casually dealing with them, until sounds came from the direction of the cemetery at dusk.

A group of people emerged from the depths of the cemetery with an air of grandeur. The leader, dressed in priest's robes, chatted and laughed with the people beside him.

"They really are from the Holy Court."

Celia was taken aback.

Aren't these people members of the Twilight Cult? How did they know that the Holy See was taking action?

Moreover, what is the purpose of this action by the Holy Court?

They couldn't possibly be cleaning up the Twilight Cult, could they?

The moment Celia had this thought, she saw Baker stand up and go to meet her.

"Hey, Priest Wagner, congratulations."

"Who are you?" The priest, referred to as Wagner, stopped and scanned the Beck team with some confusion.

"I am Lady Suna's hound, the captain of the Twilight Investigation Team. I have come to investigate the Twilight Cemetery on Lady Suna's orders. You may not recognize me, but I have long heard of your great name. With you in charge of Dawn City, the heretics cannot stir up any trouble at all!"

As he spoke, Beck warmly shook hands with Wagner.

Feeling the hard object in his palm, Wagner smiled. "So it's Suna's Twilight Investigation Team. I've heard of you. You're an excellent investigation team. The heretics and dangerous monsters in the Twilight Graveyard have been cleared away by us. You can go in without worry."

As he spoke, Wagner's gaze swept across everyone's faces, finally settling on Celia, a mixture of pity and mockery flashing in his eyes.

"Is this your new team member?" he asked, looking at Celia.

Baker nodded repeatedly.

"Good, good. Work hard with the Twilight Investigation Team. When you have free time, you can come to the Temple of Dawn to pray and listen to the teachings and guidance of the gods."

Celia listened to Wagner's words, somewhat stunned.

She examined him carefully and confirmed that Wagner was not an imposter priest; he was not hiding his Holy Word spells, and she could sense the strong divine magic power emanating from him.

The abundance of holy magic, and his willingness to sell out the heretics without hesitation after accepting their money, made Celia feel suffocated.

Her fists slowly clenched.

A forced smile appeared on his face: "Thank you, priests. Are you going to wipe out heretics?"

"Yes, we have just wiped out a number of resurgent Twilight Cult strongholds. During my tenure as priest, the Twilight Cult will not be able to operate near Dawn City."

He spoke with righteous indignation, and if Celia hadn't known beforehand that Beck and the others were members of the Twilight Cult, she would have believed him.

Celia's fists hardened.

Anger surged from her body into her mind, and an impulsive idea took root in her head—

Kill them all!

The magic slowly began to stir.

Chapter 70 The Styx Boatman?

"Don't make a move yet, let's find the Twilight Cult's stronghold first."

Just as Celia was about to lose control of her impulse, Ross's voice appeared in her mind.

"The monk may run away, but the temple will not. We can deal with the priest when he returns. Let's go to the stronghold first and see if there are any ghost fruits or dragon scale stones."

Being impulsive is never a good thing.

"Right now, you're just inferring that these people are heretics of the Twilight Cult, and that Priest Wagner is only pretending to clean up heretics while actually having close ties with them. You don't have any evidence yet, so don't rush."

"Now that you have evidence, you'd probably want to kill these people even more," Ross thought to himself.

He can see more details.

Celia took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "I understand."

Wagner did not linger there; after using his position in the Holy See to support Beck, he bid farewell and left.

Celia understood that Baker's actions were an attempt to lower her guard.

After all, how could an investigation team leader who could communicate so cordially with the priests of the Holy See be a fraudster or a heretic?

This is the thing that Celia finds most disgusting.

If he only talked to these people and did nothing else, he could explain it by saying he didn't know they were heretics.

But he actually knew the leaders of these heretics, and even spoke on their behalf, using the Holy Court to promote the heretics and deceive her, a "novice sorceress".

nausea!

As she watched Wagner depart, Celia pursed her lips tightly.

Baker's voice came through: "Alright, the Holy Court has left, let's set off too."

Celia calmed herself down and caught up with the others.

Upon entering the Twilight Cemetery area, Celia immediately sensed something different.

The pollution here suddenly became intense.

It has reached the point where ordinary people would be corrupted if they stayed here for a long time.

For sorcerers, it is already necessary to use magic to resist.

Fortunately, Celia doesn't need these, because Ross has already given her a pollution immunity buff.

Even worse than the pollution is the thick, deathly aura.

Celia realized that the hazy fog she saw outside was probably a manifestation of death energy that was so dense.

As we continued deeper, the fog thickened and began to obstruct our vision.

Celia took out her staff and cautiously surveyed her surroundings.

Just then, the person in front suddenly stopped. Baker turned around and revealed a strange smile: "We've arrived."

Fitch and the others also gave eerie smiles: "Welcome to the River Styx."

"Styx?"

Celia was slightly taken aback, then noticed that the surrounding mist seemed to have dissipated, revealing a wide river in front of her, with bright red flowers blooming along its banks.

The opposite bank of the river was indistinct, but many small boats could be vaguely seen drifting on the river.

"Yes, this river is called the River Styx, and our destination, the real Twilight Graveyard, is on the other side of the River Styx."

Baker pointed towards the hazy opposite bank.

"We need to take a ferry from the Styx ferryman to the other side to carry out our investigation."

The hazy opposite bank, the wide river, the vibrant flowers along the riverbank, and the boatmen on the river all seem mysterious under the shroud of mist, making one feel as if they have truly arrived at the River Styx, and that the boatmen on the river are indeed boatmen of the River Styx.

Even Celia was captivated, her gaze towards the opposite bank filled with longing.

Then Ross's teasing voice came: "Looking so engrossed, what treasures are on the other side?"

Celia woke up with a start, covered in a cold sweat.

"Just now I……"

"The fog here has a deceptive effect; you've fallen for it."

"So that's how it is. Thank goodness for Lord Ross, otherwise I would have..."

Ross gazed at the scene simulating the River Styx and its ferrymen, feeling a pang of nostalgia. "It's quite a good simulation, except it's a bit small."

Celia was taken aback: "Do the River Styx and Hell really exist?"

"Yes, whether it's the realm of gods, the underworld, or the abyss, they all truly exist. The underworld is somewhat special; it doesn't belong to any god. From ancient times to the present, there has only been one goddess of the underworld... I don't know if it's still her now."

"The god of the underworld... It seems there's only one god in the Holy Court who controls life and death. Is it him?"

"That is the God of Life and Death, not the God of the Underworld. The God of the Underworld is the God of the Underworld. There is no record that she did not participate in the War of the Gods, nor did she appear during the Age of Calamity."

A god with absolutely no records?

Celia couldn't help but think of the unknown god that the Hiro Society worshipped.

Could it be...

Are they worshipping the god of the underworld?

Just then, a small boat slowly came to a stop in front of them.

"Look, the creatures that yearn for the other shore can only reach the other side of the River Styx and see the tomb of eternal life when their flesh and blood return to stardust and their memories scatter into the long night."

The boatman sang, and Ross shook his head as he watched.

"A clumsy imitation. The real ferrymen of the Styx wouldn't waste time talking to you about such nonsense. They have to ferry millions of souls every day and don't have time for such rambling."

"Ah, is that so?"