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

Chapter 252 Farewell

The Sword of Ten Thousand Lights has an overall shape that resembles symmetrical condensations of light. It is slender and long, and apart from being pretty, it looks quite ordinary.

But when Celia held it in her hand, she immediately felt the terrifying power emanating from the sword.

"This sword...it's beautiful...it's so powerful, can I really use it?" Celia murmured to herself.

Ross examined it for a moment and said, "This sword was crafted by me using mods. It was an early sword I used, but its stats couldn't keep up, and since I don't use swords much anymore, I gave it to Jonathan. But Jonathan is a boxer, so he's not very good with swords either."

"What tier can this sword be used at?" Celia asked.

"Sixth tier, I guess. Once you surpass the limits of humanity, it becomes useless."

"Sixth rank..."

There aren't many sixth-tier mages around these days. If I take this sword out, people will probably fight over it, right? Celia thought to herself.

Ross's phantom appeared and said, "Give me the sword, and I will seal the power within it to make it fit your rank and hide its attributes so that others cannot tell that this is a sixth-rank sword."

"it is good."

Celia handed over the sword.

When the Sword of Myriad Lights touched Ross's mental energy, it immediately emitted a strong light, and the sword seemed to tremble, as if it was happy to meet its master.

However, under Ross's manipulation, the light of the Myriad Lights Sword gradually dimmed, until only a faint glow remained, which was not very noticeable.

Celia took it back and found that she could now control the sword at will.

"But I'm not a swordsman either... This sword may also be lost to oblivion..."

Ross smiled slightly: "It's alright. The job definition for a mage isn't that strict. If you have a sword, you're a swordsman; if you have a staff, you're a mage; and if you concentrate magic in your fist, you're a fist fighter."

"Similarly, weapons are not so strictly defined. They can all use magic. Staffs can also be used for close combat and can use sword energy. Naturally, swords can also use magic."

Celia: "This..."

She had never seen anyone use a sword as a staff before.

I've never seen a swordsman use a staff in close combat.

The thought of that scene made Celia feel uneasy.

Normally, the emphasis of each weapon will cause changes in the corresponding spell bonuses.

Using a sword to cast spells is no different from using spells with bare hands... to Celia.

Ross laughed and said, "In the Thousand Lights Sword, I used universal runes, which can be used smoothly for sword energy spells and enchantments. However, this also makes it rather mediocre. Among sixth-tier weapons, it is considered quite ordinary."

"But... but I'm only at the second tier!"

Celia tried it out and found that casting magic with the Myriad Lights Sword was not much different from casting magic with a staff.

"The puppet can use this sword, and I'll use my original staff!"

Jonathan smiled slightly as he saw Celia playing with the Myriad Lights Sword: "I'm glad you like it, Miss Celia. I have quite a few magic crystals here, which are used to test whether Lord Ross can be summoned. Take any you want."

Celia's eyes lit up: "Really? Can I really take it?"

Jonathan nodded. "Sure."

Celia had already noticed a box nearby, which appeared to contain many intermediate-level magic crystals, as well as quite a few high-level magic crystals.

With Jonathan's permission, she went over immediately.

Jonathan looked at her, then suddenly remembered something, his expression changing, "Wait a minute..."

boom!
Suddenly, the treasure chest containing the magic crystal burst forth with a fierce light.

Celia stared at the explosion that engulfed her, drenched in sweat.

Jonathan quickly walked over and apologized, "Sorry, sorry, it's just a little habit of mine. Everything here is a trap; the real magic crystal is behind us." Celia: "..."

Jonathan was also terrified.

Fortunately, they intervened in time, and Celia is unharmed.

This Celia is obviously very important to Lord Ross. If she gets hurt, wouldn't I be doomed?
He was extremely relieved that Celia and Elena had not been injured while passing the next test; if they had, heaven knows how Ross would have punished them.

After Celia went to retrieve some high-grade and mid-grade magic crystals, Ross's phantom reappeared.

He looked at Jonathan and said, "Jonathan, you should stay here. Your physical condition is no longer suitable for leaving the warp. You will age rapidly if you go out. Wait for me here."

"Yes!"

Ross seemed to remember something and added, "Oh right, give Celia and Elena each a certificate for the 12th floor, any 12th floor."

Jonathan paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

"Don't rush to agree. This certificate isn't for the two of them to use when they come back. Someone outside wants to buy it. He wants to clear the ruins, control them, and exchange it for a hefty reward. Hmm, Celia doesn't like that person."

Jonathan paused for a moment, then immediately understood and chuckled, "I understand. I'll treat that 'friend' well."

Seeing Jonathan's smile, Ross nodded. "Let those adventurers outside treat this place as an ordinary ruin. Don't kill indiscriminately. You also need to be careful to hide and not be discovered. Our enemies may be hiding among the crowd."

"Yes!"

"Goodbye, Jonathan, live and wait for me."

"must!"

"..."

Two orbs of light emerged from the void and slowly converged in front of Celia and Elena.

Celia picked up the voucher, went to the sleeping Elena, and patted Elena on the shoulder.

Elena woke up groggily, looked at Celia, and said blankly, "My God, you finally agreed to let me return to protect the Elven race... Huh? Celia?"

Celia patted Elena on the shoulder. "I agree."

Elena's cheeks quickly flushed red.

Celia said with a grin, "Alright, it's time to get up and go back."

Elena slowly came to her senses, saw Jonathan smiling beside her, and immediately lowered her head, apologizing, "I'm sorry, Lord Jonathan, I think I fell asleep."

Jonathan shook his head and smiled, "It's alright."

A cloud of mist slowly formed at the entrance.

Celia gave Elena her credentials, then waved to Jonathan, "Well then, we'll be going now, Mr. Jonathan. We'll come to see you often in the future."

Jonathan said happily, "Okay, remember to come!"

"They will definitely come!"

Celia nodded emphatically, then pulled the bewildered Elena away, disappearing into the mist.

Jonathan watched the two disappear with lingering reluctance, and after a long while, he sighed with a sense of loss.

"Great Lord of the Falling Stars, God of the Stars, Eternal and One God, my Lord Ross, rest assured, I will strive to live until that time, to witness your arrival, to witness you sweep the old gods into the dustbin of history, and to witness your long-cherished wish—to walk towards the stars."

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　There was a bonus chapter in the previous post, did you see it?

　　
　
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