Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

Celia looked towards the plaza at the far end, got back on her flying broom, and slowly flew over.

“Where is this place?” Celia asked Ross.

“Twilight Cemetery,” Ross said.

Celia: "..."

Seeing that Ross wouldn't speak, she had no choice but to continue.

Soon, she arrived at the square and immediately saw the high platform at the far end of the square.

"Like a speech stage."

The girl frowned, looking very puzzled.

"What's the point of setting up this plaza and stage in a cemetery? To sing hymns for the dead?"

"What if it's a ritual?" Ross chuckled.

“Where else would a sacrificial ceremony require such a large plaza…” As she spoke, Celia suddenly had a flash of inspiration, “Ah, I know, this is where the Twilight Cult performs its sacrifices!”

Whether this guess was correct or not, Celia began to investigate the square.

Especially the stage at the very front of the square.

Unfortunately, she didn't find anything there.

There was no blood on the ground, and nothing was left on the stage.

The only difference was that the deathly atmosphere on stage was much stronger.

"I can't find anything..."

Celia was discouraged.

"If you can't find it, why not try asking the people here?" Ross said with a smile.

"The people here?"

Celia looked around but didn't see anyone.

"Wait, you mean..."

The girl took two steps back in fear.

"Should I ask the dead here?"

“That’s right.” Ross nodded.

Celia looked nervously at the countless graves outside the square, feeling as if some corpses might suddenly rise from their coffins.

Fortunately, this did not happen.

Not even a ghost appeared.

"There is a branch of dark magic called necromancy. Among necromancy spells is one called [Spirit Communication], which can communicate with the dead and recreate past scenes."

"Do you want to learn?"

Celia immediately shook her head: "No, I can't learn dark magic. It conflicts with Holy Word and will make Holy Word regress."

Ross raised an eyebrow. "What era are we living in that there are still such restrictions?"

"In every lesson of Holy Word, the instructor emphasized certain points to us. Although I'm very curious about what necromancy is like, I really can't learn dark magic..."

"what ever."

Ross could tell that Celia really couldn't learn.

He leaned over the puppet. "Then let me show you the advanced spell of Necromancy, [Deathrattle]."

Ross manipulated the puppet to open its arms, transforming the magic transmitted from Celia into dark magic, which merged with the dense death aura around it.

Celia felt the fog around her thicken.

Gradually, she could no longer see anything around her, and even the puppet became blurry.

Suddenly, she heard a voice.

"Lost sheep, do you hear it? Death is calling us. He wants us to abandon our sinful bodies, cleanse our defiled souls, and open the way to eternal life for us..."

As the surrounding fog gradually dissipated, Celia found herself still in the square, but there were many more people around her.

They knelt on the ground in unison, raising their hands high, and respectfully performed a strange form of prayer.

After listening for a while, Celia realized that it was a sacrificial ritual of the Twilight Cult.

She even saw a familiar face on the platform.

"It's that Suna!"

Suna did not participate in the sacrificial ceremony. As a guard, she stood at the edge of the stage, coldly watching the countless believers below.

The ceremony was suddenly sped up, and as it drew to a close, the heretic presiding over the ceremony suddenly raised his hands and said, "Your bodies will be buried in the Twilight Cemetery, the dwelling place of Death. This is your honor, and your souls will forever follow Death!"

"Waaah!"

The voices of the cultists were deafening. Celia saw red mist rising from their bodies, gathering in the sky, and then being absorbed by the heretics who were hosting the stage.

The mist split into several smaller wisps, which were absorbed by the other people on stage.

Everyone wore expressions of rapture, as if they were absorbing some kind of stimulant.

Before long, some of the infidels who had raised their hands could no longer support themselves and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

More and more people fell and gradually stopped breathing.

Until no one raises their hands.

The red mist dissipated, and the heretic who presided over the sacrificial ceremony clicked his tongue and said with relish, "This batch of believers is of slightly lower quality than the last one. Next time, we'll bring more sorcerers; they are the best."

"Received, Your Excellency, we will take care of it shortly."

"Also, with so many people dying, the Holy Court will inevitably take action. Just notify the Temple of Dawn and have Wagner come and collect the bodies, and give him some benefits."

"..."

The fog filled the surroundings again, and after a few seconds it dissipated. The people in the square had disappeared, and two groups of people were fighting.

Wagner, his face radiating divine light, unleashed a holy word of persuasion, saying in a sacred tone, "Stop, friends of the Twilight Cult. There is no good end to opposing the Holy Court. Go to the temple and repent; that is what you should do."

The heretics gradually gave up resistance, allowing the Holy Knights to bind them and take them away from the place.

Wagner walked last, weighed the bag of gold coins in his hand, opened it, looked inside, saw the gleaming gold coins, and left satisfied.

"You're quite sensible. I'll forgive your excessive actions. With so many corpses, let's just dig a hole and bury them..."

Fog filled the field of vision again.

When sight returned, the puppet's figure reappeared.

"A reappearance of yesterday from the dead, how about it, have you gained anything?" Ross asked with a smile.

"..."

Celia lowered her head and remained silent.

However, her fist slowly clenched.

"Lord Ross, why do you think there are always people like this in the Holy Court?"

"That's normal. Even if the gods ruled themselves, they couldn't stop the insects from appearing."

"But……"

“I’ve recorded the footage for you. Let’s go to the City of Dawn. If you have anything to say, just ask Wagner.”

"Ok!"

Chapter 77 The Saintess's Entrapment

Not long after leaving the Twilight Cemetery, Celia found the way she had come from nearby and flew along the path toward Dawn City.

By this time, night had completely fallen.

In one day, she destroyed another heretical stronghold.

There is also a fourth-tier mage stationed at this stronghold.

Celia felt this was a bit outrageous.

"If another saintess were to come, would she be able to return safely?"

Celia thought about this problem.

She felt that even if Benovia came, she would probably be trapped in the heresy and wait for rescue from the outside.

Now that she thinks about it, Celia feels a chill run down her spine.

If it weren't for the fact that their magic circle happened to have a defensive mode and a self-destruct mode, and that activating both of them would have trapped them like fish in a jar, she would probably have already been captured and brainwashed by the fourth-tier mage, Suna.

"Taking risks is a good thing... but too much risk isn't good either..."

Looking at the City of Dawn that appeared before her, Celia murmured to herself, finally putting her mind at ease.

Celia decided she wouldn't take such risks anymore. She would report any discovered outposts to the local temple or school instructors instead. If she went in alone and things went wrong, she would have nowhere to turn to cry.

"This time you really overexerted yourself, and it didn't help your combat experience at all."

Ross also agreed with Celia's idea.

Back at the Mercenary Guild's temporary lodgings, Celia yawned.

Good night, Mr. Ross.

……

The next day, Celia organized the evidence she had recorded the day before. After thinking for a moment, she decided not to go directly to the Temple of Dawn to confront Wagner. Instead, she sent the evidence to Vasily, the judge priest of the Temple of Ember.

As the judge who oversees the decisions of the Archbishop of the Holy See, Vasily can come directly to handle the matter.

"The City of Dawn is a large town, and the person in charge of the temple should not be a priest, but a bishop. I wonder if that bishop is one of the same ilk..."

If not, the bishop can also resolve the issue.

To be on the safe side, Celia sent the message to Vasily and explained the situation.

Vasily was busy with other matters and it took him a long time to reply to Celia.

"City of Dawn? Okay, two hours."

Ross, who had been watching Celia make the calls the whole time, chuckled. "Weren't you planning to just storm in and kill the priest yesterday?"

“I’ll rush in and kill them. Even if I do, I’ll still be in court tomorrow.”

Celia curled her lip. "The temple priests colluding with heretics is a serious violation of the precepts. It should be judged by the tribunal and the presiding judge. The saintess is not here to do that."

Ross said, "Your evidence is probably not enough to convict them. What if they vehemently deny it? After all, apart from the fact that you actually encountered them when they returned from the Twilight Cemetery, the other records were obtained through death speech."

Deathrattle is a dark magic spell, and the Holy See would certainly not recognize it.

Wagner's conversations with the heretics alone could have easily led him to believe that he was unaware that the members of the investigation team were heretics.

"That's true... those pieces of evidence..."

After thinking it over carefully, Celia pushed open the door and left the room, arriving outside the Mercenary Guild.

"I'm going to the temple to see if I can find any evidence of wrongdoing within the Holy Court before the Knights of Discipline arrive."

Ross remained silent, curious about how Celia planned to find evidence of Wagner's crimes.

Such a serious violation of the precepts, even if there are remnants, is generally unlikely to be left inside the temple. It's more likely to be left in one of the other party's residences.

“However, there is also a way to easily obtain evidence.” Ross thought of a classic law enforcement method—

Entrapment by law enforcement.

Celia quickly arrived at the temple, which, unlike the remote Cedar Temple, did not directly state that money was required to see the priest.

It was just that registration was required, as there were many people ahead of him waiting to confess to the priest.

"This temple actually has three priests?"

After receiving her number, Celia glanced at it and noticed that besides Wagner's name, there were two other names on it, both of whom were priests.

"Waiting like this isn't a solution."