Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint.

Chapter 109 The Puppet is a Dimensional Reduction Attack on Ordinary People
Wind-based basic magic: Wind Blade!
Enarse's specialty is wind magic, and its most distinctive feature is its invisibility; she can only sense the origin of magic by feeling the magical fluctuations in the air.

Of course, wind magic stirs up dust and other things, so it also appears to have shape.

But at this moment, under Ainars's deliberate concealment, the wind blades were invisible and elusive, directly slicing open the outstretched hand.

If it's released by a puppet, then it's not just as simple as cutting.

Enarse's counterattack caused everyone surrounding them to change their expressions.

"Oh no! She's become a sorcerer!"

"Run!"

"Ah! My legs!"

"..."

Once the counterattack began, Enarse held nothing back.

The puppet hidden in the shadows has launched its attack.

A first-tier wind spell, an air cannon, accurately struck everyone's legs, except for the one who seemed to be the leader.

This spell isn't as sharp as a wind blade, but it's very powerful, like a heavy hammer hitting a person directly.

None of these people were sorcerers; their legs were broken on the spot, and they were unable to escape.

“It’s not you…”

Enarse muttered to herself and shook her head. The puppet stopped the only uninjured person and lifted her up with one hand.

"Take me to your Sunfire Gang's hideout, and I'll spare your life."

The other person looked at the puppet that had lifted him up with one hand, and at the slowly approaching Enarse, his expression filled with fear. He nodded repeatedly, "I...I'll take you there, please don't kill me!"

The fear in his eyes was genuine.

Seeing the hatred in Ainars's eyes and the people lying around him, he said without hesitation, "This...this has nothing to do with me. I don't know anything. It was that guy Volcanic Rock who sent us here. He said you owed money to our Flame Sun Society and told us to come and get the money from you."

“Give me directions,” Ainars said coldly.

"Good, good."

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Celia stopped a guy who had been secretly observing and was about to flee the scene to report after seeing Enars unleash her power.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Get out of my way, don't block my path."

As she spoke, the other person reached out as if to push Celia away.

However, before his hand could even touch Celia, he felt an icy chill on his hand.

Not an adjective.

The thug was horrified to find his hand, which was near Celia, freezing rapidly and losing all feeling.

"Hmph, the local gangs have no manners at all, no wonder they're going to be destroyed."

"You, you, you...you're in cahoots with her?"

"I was just an ordinary person passing by. You were the one who pushed me, so I fought back," the girl said innocently.

"You... I'm sorry, I was blind and offended you, Master. I have elderly parents and young children to support, please forgive me."

"Okay." Celia smiled. "However, I don't like people who rush around and bump into others. You can walk, but please walk slowly and don't be in a hurry, okay?"

The thug cursed inwardly, but dared not meet Celia's gaze, fearing that she would accuse him of offending her and kill him.

The frozen hand slowly regains sensation, a process that is quite unpleasant. It doesn't feel painful, but it can make you break out in a cold sweat.

The thug endured the tingling sensation, slipped past Celia, and was about to run away when a terrifying chill suddenly came from behind him.

"Are you ignoring what I said?"

"N-nothing." The thug forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and slowly moved forward. He knew he couldn't deliver the message now; the other person had probably already arrived.

……

A cozy tavern.

A tavern that claims to provide warmth to its customers all year round.

It's daytime, but this place is even more lively than the Mercenary Tavern.

In the center of the tavern, a roaring bonfire shot straight into the sky.

Fortunately, the house was hollow with a high roof, which prevented a fire from breaking out.

Around the bonfire was a circular stage, where a dozen or so women were freely expressing their youth amidst the blazing flames. The flames made them glow red, and sweat poured down their faces. Despite the intense heat, they still smiled and accepted the teasing from the surrounding customers.

There were people sitting around the campfire, with only a few empty spaces a little further away.

Squeak!

The wooden door opened, and a cold wind blew in from outside, causing nearby customers to glance outside before turning back to continue their conversation.

But they suddenly froze, sensing something was wrong with the person who came in. Then they looked over and saw a figure being thrown straight in by a puppet, crashing into a table, and lying on the ground groaning.

This unexpected situation immediately attracted the attention of all the customers.

Numerous customers were in uproar.

Then, many customers stood up, picked up their weapons, and glared angrily at the puppet and the girl who appeared at the door.

"who?"

"How dare you run wild on the territory of the Sun Society!"

"Kill her!"

"..."

A group of gangsters, shouting and yelling, grabbed their weapons and charged towards them.

These thugs, who had never seen the terror of a sorcerer, thought that their numbers would surely frighten the enemy.

As the menacing gangsters approached, Ainars's lips curled into a smile.

Her puppet held a long sword, the tip of which drooped downwards.

"wind."

A gentle breeze wafted around the puppet, which then charged into the crowd like lightning, killing one person at a time!
A thug slashed at it with his knife, leaving a shallow mark, and then the impact made its hand go numb.

Ordinary swords are like paper toys in the face of the puppet's defense, utterly laughable.

At this moment, Celia, who was secretly observing, did not look well as she witnessed the carnage caused by the puppets.

Fortunately, she didn't see it with her own eyes; she only saw it through Ross's mental power.

Watching the puppet move about as if it were nothing, Celia couldn't help but say, "Without puppets, a sorcerer might be beaten to death by ordinary people because of exhaustion of magic power, but with puppets, ordinary people have no ability to resist at all."

"Mr. Ross previously said that modern sorcerers' emphasis on puppets and neglect of themselves is putting the cart before the horse, but if Enars didn't have puppets, she wouldn't have been able to take revenge at all, would she?"

Ross nodded: "You're right. Puppets are war machines. There's nothing wrong with mechanization, but that's only in the context of the battlefield. You need to consider what would happen if you were approached by the enemy or their puppets in peacetime. Improving yourself is definitely the right thing to do."

"But if the enemy gets past the puppet and gets close, doesn't that mean we can't win at all? And if they get close, there's no way to escape, right?"

Ross stared at Celia: "You may not know this, but even with today's advanced puppet technology, there are ways to sever the connection between the puppet and the sorcerer."

Celia was taken aback. "Severing the connection with the puppet? I've never heard of any spell that can do that."

"Because that's not magic, that's divine magic."

"Isn't this a bit too far removed from my life...?"

"Yes, so I plan to downgrade divine magic and develop a spell-level skill that can instantly sever the connection between the puppet and the sorcerer."

"???"

(End of this chapter)