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

Chapter 112 Quenching
"Greetings, son of the lord. I have a report to you regarding a major safety incident."

Krixis, already enraged by Enarse's disdain, felt his anger rise even higher when someone blocked his way.

Without hesitation, he raised his leg and kicked the other person.
"Go away!"

Deng!
Chrissis felt as if his foot had struck a solid metal shield, and then a bone-chilling sensation quickly spread from the point of contact throughout his body.

He saw his leg kick into an ice wall, which was dissipating, turning into icy mist, and disappearing into his foot.

He felt his body grow cold rapidly, and fear surged from his heart into his soul.

He tried to pull his leg back, but found that he could no longer feel it.

"Let me go! My father is the lord of Frosttown! What do you want?!"

After feigning composure, Celia frowned and snorted, "Why are all the people of Frosttown so irritable, always pushing people at the drop of a hat?"

"I don't understand what you're saying. Let me go, or my father won't let you get away with this!" Chrissis said, his voice trembling with fear.

"Are you born with a congenital developmental disorder? Didn't I say I was going to report a major safety incident to you?"

“You are…”

Feeling his body growing colder and colder, Chrissis ultimately didn't say anything.

He could only scream in his heart, "You're the one who's congenitally underdeveloped."

He was powerless against circumstances, and barely managed to suppress his frustration and anger, trying to soften his tone as he said, "I don't know what you want to report, but could you please let me go first?"

“That’s more like it.” Celia smiled and released Krishna.

When he finally lowered his leg, trembling, with a sore and awkward expression on his face, Celia slowly said, "Just now, I saw them lighting a huge bonfire in the center of the warm tavern!"

Chrissis' smile froze.

"???"

"How could such an extremely dangerous thing be done in a place like a tavern, where so many customers gather? And guess what? The whole tavern caught fire, and now the fire is spreading to the surrounding houses. Lord's son, you must punish the tavern owner! He must be severely punished!"

Chrisis's face twisted in pain.

Did you stop me just to talk about this kind of trivial stuff?

Did I not know the Warm Tavern was on fire?
But what does it have to do with me?

You're in cahoots with that girl, aren't you?
Chrisis felt that the handsome 'man' in front of him must be in cahoots with that girl.

But the other party was very strong, so he dared not say it aloud.

However, he had already secretly sent someone to inform the lord.

As the lord's only son, Krishnamurti believed that his father would come to his rescue soon.

Now, all he needs to do is stall for time until Lord Winter arrives.

The lord's son?

Frost Town isn't big, so this won't take too long.

I'll beat you until you call me daddy!

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, but he forced himself to endure the discomfort and said, "These kinds of things are indeed easy to escalate, and they deserve what they got. Do you have any other clues that you could share so I can take notes?"

“I have quite a few clues, let me tell you about them.”

Celia seemed unaware that the lord was coming, and continued arguing with Krishna about the so-called 'clues'.

Not long after, an extremely powerful aura emanated from outside.

"Who dares to harm my son!"

Lord Winter burst in, drawing the attention of everyone still in the casino.

Krixis was overjoyed, while Celia was sizing up the number one sorcerer in Frosttown.

Winter, a third-tier swordsman, was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. He wielded a greatsword and looked exceptionally imposing.

A golem clad in heavy armor followed beside him, wielding a giant sword taller than a man.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chrisis limped toward the other man. "Father, this is the man. He almost ruined my right leg! I still can't walk."

Seeing Kriss's condition and the chilling magic emanating from his right leg, Winter was enraged and locked his gaze on Celia. "Kill him."

The puppet, upon receiving the command, charged directly at Celia.

Just as Celia was about to summon the puppet, Ross's voice came: "Don't use the puppet. This puppet isn't very strong in combat. It's perfect for you to practice the second-tier spell combination skills you just learned."

The previously relaxed Celia tensed up. "Huh? Do I really have to fight the puppet bare-handed? Even though I've learned the Ice Shattering Technique, I can't break the puppet's armor, can I?"

"Metal becomes very brittle at low temperatures. If your ice-breaking technique can't break it, it means you haven't mastered it yet and need to practice more."

Celia still wanted to summon the puppet, but found that she suddenly could not feel the connection with the puppet.

"I have temporarily severed your connection with the subspace. Don't even think about summoning the puppet."

"What???"

Celia was dumbfounded.

what?
So, has this found a way to isolate the puppet?

Celia once again felt the power of the gods.

"Go ahead, I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines."

Ross's spirit appeared next to Celia, conjuring up sunflower seeds as he ate them and cheered her on.

There was no time to say more; Winter's puppet was already in front of her, and Celia had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight.

The Slowing Water was used almost instantly, slowing the puppet's speed. Then she jumped back, an ice bow appeared in her hand, and she drew the bow and nocked an arrow, producing a crystal arrow.

"Then give it a try!"

The crystal arrow was launched, and under the influence of the Stagnant Water, the heavy golem had no way to dodge it.

Winter sneered: "Second-tier magic? Second-tier magic is useless against me."

The puppet held the greatsword horizontally in front of it.

boom!
The crystal arrow shattered with a crash, and the resulting icy vapor enveloped the puppet.

On a spiritual level unseen by anyone, Celia's spiritual power, guided by the mage's hand, transformed into countless threads, connecting all the shattered fragments of the ice arrows.

Those shattered ice vapors are not water vapor, but tiny ice cubes!
Her spiritual power connected numerous fragments, like a tree trunk branching into countless twigs, connecting each leaf.

"Not bad. To have achieved this, your Mage Hand is close to advancing. The next step is to use the Mage Hand to manipulate all the fragments and freely select the area of ​​effect."

"This is too difficult, I can't do it..."

"When you were at level one, did you think you could connect thousands of ice shards at the same time?"

"..."

With her mental energy connected to countless fragments, Celia's forehead broke out in a fine sheen of cold sweat. To avoid excessive mental energy depletion, she decisively used the Ice Shattering spell after most of the fragments had attached themselves to the puppet and the greatsword.

"Break the ice!"

bah...

A slight cracking sound could be heard.

The greatsword and the puppet appeared to have a crack, but it seemed to be just an illusion.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

"Well, you're only at the second tier. You can't possibly break something at the third tier unless someone helps you."

Ross smiled slightly.

Just as Celia was confused, Winter sneered, "Mere ice magic."

The puppet and the giant sword quickly turned red, and the temperature rose sharply.

"Okay, now, let the puppet and the greatsword cool down quickly, repeat three times, and its sword will break even if you chop garlic."

　I'm stuck...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)