Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

"Using spikes to tickle the soles of my feet? Heh... huh?"

Suna, who was smiling, suddenly sensed something was wrong.

The strength of these spikes...

"wrong!"

Chapter 75 Art is explosion

Earth Spike is a first-tier earth-type spell.

Its strength increases with the rank of the mage who uses it.

However, no matter how strong a sorcerer is, the effect won't be too great, since the foundation is weak.

There is only one exception.

Gather them together using a magic array.

The ground spikes formed by the magic array are not strictly speaking a magic spell called "ground spikes," but rather a magic array itself; the ground spikes are merely a manifestation of it.

As a fourth-tier mage, Suna possessed rich combat experience. When she sensed that the emerging earth spikes were completely different, she flew into the sky without hesitation.

A huge spike protruded from the ground, nearly striking her as she soared into the sky.

"Thunder!" Celia called out again.

Thick clouds rapidly gathered in the sky, and a bolt of lightning descended from them.

The lightning bolt was faster than the ground spike, and Suna, who was in the air, couldn't dodge it quickly enough and was hit directly.

Her mage robes emitted a deep, ethereal light, protecting her from the thunderous strike.

"Wind!" Celia tapped her staff again.

A tornado suddenly appeared and wrapped around Suna.

"fire!"

The tornado suddenly burst into flames, transforming into a gigantic fire tornado that stretched straight to the heavens and the earth.

The anomaly here not only stunned Baker and his companions who hadn't yet left, but also alarmed the villagers.

They gathered from all directions.

Celia's spirits gradually rose.

She did something she wouldn't even dare to dream of—a challenge beyond the fourth tier!

Although it was done by using someone else's magic array.

But they still managed to do it!

"rock!"

Numerous magical rock fragments rose from the ground, were swept into the tornado, and slammed into Suna.

Slightly, Celia could see Suna struggling to cope.

"Give it your all and take care of her!"

Celia raised her staff.

"Thunder!"

The thick clouds gathered again.

Boom!

Just as Celia was about to continue, Ross's voice suddenly came: "Alright, that's enough. Stop wasting time. There are no dragon scale stones in this stronghold, nor is there anything we need. Activate the self-destruct rune and the isolation barrier, and then leave."

"Ok."

Celia glanced at Suna with reluctance.

Although the other party was in a sorry state, they couldn't be dealt with in a short time.

Fourth-tier sorcerers are so hard to kill.

The girl smacked her lips and had no choice but to give up.

"Will she be killed after activating the self-destruct rune?" Celia asked Ross.

“There’s a chance,” Ross said.

"Is it that hard to kill?" Celia exclaimed in surprise.

It has a probability, which is similar to the idea of ​​not being able to kill someone.

Celia fully understood Ross's meaning.

If he can kill it, he will say he can kill it; otherwise, he will say he cannot kill it.

Ross marked an arrow in Celia's line of sight, guiding her in that direction.

Meanwhile, within the protective array of this stronghold, the self-destruct runes had already been quietly activated and entered a countdown.

The isolation barrier also quietly activated, enveloping the stronghold like an invisible bowl overturned on the earth, blocking all external attacks.

Impregnable!

Following the arrow, Celia arrived in front of a house.

Ross said, "Just break through."

boom!

The door crashed to the ground. Celia followed the arrow to a hidden compartment in a cabinet inside the house. When she opened it, she found a purple, polygonal stone, about the size of a fist.

Celia's eyes lit up. "Wow, high-grade magic crystals!"

"Hmm, this is the most valuable thing in the camp. The other things are inconvenient to carry, so don't worry about them. Okay, we can go now. If we don't leave now, that fourth-tier mage will catch up with us."

Without hesitation, Celia grabbed the magic crystal and ran.

Leaving the house, she boarded her flying broom and headed out of the base.

At this time, the entire stronghold was thrown into chaos.

As soon as Celia took off, she heard someone shouting behind her.

"Where is he!"

"Don't let him get away!"

"Damn it, how dare you treat Lady Suna like this! I'll make you taste my shoehorn!"

"..."

Along with the noisy sounds came various spells flying in.

Celia glanced back but ignored it; the spells weren't far enough away.

Before long, she shook off these people and arrived at the edge of the magic circle.

She suddenly heard a voice: "Hey, Brother Mil, wait for me, I'm leaving too."

Turning around, I saw Bell riding towards me, panting heavily.

Without pausing, Celia opened a gap in the magic circle, slipped out, and closed the gap before turning to look at the other person.

Under Celia's expectant gaze, Beck crashed into the sturdy protective shield with a thud.

“Brother Mil, take me with you. Lady Suna will not forgive me for what you did today. I have not treated you badly along the way. I am willing to be your servant.”

“I don’t need heretics as servants,” Celia said.

“A heretic?” Baker paused, his expression slowly twisting. “So you knew all along.”

"Who told you not to hide anything when I left last night?" Celia pouted.

“Since that’s the case, I won’t pretend anymore.” Baker touched the protective shield and said with a twisted expression, “That’s right, we are the Twilight Cult, and this is the Twilight Cult’s headquarters. Once you’re in, you won’t be leaving.”

"Hehehehe... Death will not easily let go of any life that comes to this place. You cannot leave..."

boom!

A loud bang was heard, and the protective shield of the magic array shook violently.

Celia was taken aback. "It seems like it wasn't time yet, did it explode early?"

She had calculated how many seconds were left before the self-destruction.

This is not the sound of a self-destruction.

Soon, Celia knew what the sound was.

In the center of the camp, a tornado connecting heaven and earth exploded, spreading fragments of fire and rock throughout the camp.

Right in front of Celia, the grinning Baker was unfortunately struck by a high-speed flying rock and instantly broken in two.

Before Celia could even look, she saw a high-speed flying phantom crash heavily into the protective shield.

Boom!

The sound was comparable to the explosion just now.

Celia was so frightened she almost fell off her flying broom.

"It's Suna!"

The girl steered her flying broom even faster—successfully breaking the sixty-yard barrier, a cause for celebration.

Inside the protective shield, Suna touched the sturdy shield, feeling extremely angry.

The sharp sound reached Celia's ears from a great distance—

“Mil Deville, is it? I’ll remember you! The Twilight Cult will not let you get away with this!”

boom!

Accompanying her voice was a violent explosion that completely drowned her out and her voice.

The power of a magic circle self-destructing is already immense, but when this enormous energy is confined to a small area, its power is amplified even further.

When Celia looked back, she saw that the inside of the protective shield had turned into a furnace, and cracks were beginning to appear in the sturdy shield, which quickly spread throughout the entire shield.

With a soft crack, the protective shield shattered.

Celia was engrossed in watching when she suddenly felt a tremendous force pushing her forward.

"Stop looking, or you'll get caught in the aftershocks too."

"Oh no, I don't want to fly at such high speeds—!!!"

Chapter 76 Death Words

"vomit--!"

Once Ross stopped pushing her forward, Celia immediately landed on the ground and leaned against a tree trunk to vomit.

"Too fast."

"I told you to turn around and look at the explosion," Ross said calmly.

Celia: "..."

Finally recovering from the dizziness, she looked up at her surroundings.

"This doesn't seem to be the way we came from?"

She found herself seemingly in a vast cemetery, with what appeared to be a large plaza in front of it.

"So many graves..."

Then Celia remembered that this place was called Twilight Cemetery.

Apart from the scattered tombstones at the entrance, no trace of a cemetery was found later in the so-called River Styx, the investigation camp, and the Ghost Jungle.

It turns out to be here.

The thin, lifeless aura returned.

The air here is thick with death.