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

Chapter 317 I love watching women fight.
Previously.

After leaving the heretical stronghold, Celia arrived at a place in the slums.

"Lord Ross, are we really going to do that?"

"The purification ritual you performed could easily leave traces. That fourth-tier mage is a mental mage, and he will most likely track you down based on the traces you left behind. Therefore, you can only go back safely if you eliminate him."

"But there's not enough time to set up a magic array... Should we call the school's instructors, or report it to the Northern Alliance?"

"No need for that, just do as I say, and you'll kill two birds with one stone."

"Ok."

Celia carried a backpack, disguising herself.

When she reappeared, she had taken on the appearance of Mir.

Then, she pretended to 'accidentally' reveal her presence, allowing Suna, a fourth-tier mage of the Twilight Cult living in the slums, to discover it.

The familiar scent quickly alerted Su Na, who rushed over immediately.

When Celia saw her, she pretended to be stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "You... how are you still alive? How did you get here?"

Although it wasn't five o'clock yet, it was already bright in Koster, and people in the slums were starting to come out and about, with shops opening for business.

Celia, disguised as Mir, looked like a noble mage who had come out to savor the local delicacies of the slums, with a piece of cheese bread in her hand.

Upon seeing Suna approaching, she feigned panic, quickly boarded her flying broom, and 'randomly' chose a direction to run off in.

It looked like they were panicking and running away without thinking.

Of course, Celia's nervousness was genuine.

Luring another fourth-tier mage to fight another mage—that would be so exciting!

It's impossible not to be nervous.

Celia took off in a panic and flew away.

Having not lost her composure, Suna smiled and licked her lips. "Finally found you, my little puppy, hehe... You don't know, if I hadn't seen you by chance, I wouldn't have asked to come over, hehehehe..."

Celia, who had been watching Suna's movements closely, was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised.

"So she really came for 'Mir'?"

"That's not right. Mir isn't a contestant; she's just a spectator. How did she know?"

Mir also came to the competition venue as a spectator to support his school's competition.

If Suna hadn't failed to see through her disguise last night, Celia would have suspected that Suna had already seen through her disguise and only came to the competition after seeing her.

The result was clearly not the case.

That would be strange.

"Perhaps when various newspapers were recording the athletes from different countries, they accidentally wrote about Mir, and that's how this crazy woman found out."

Celia didn't think that much about it; if anyone was going to be unlucky, it would be Mil.

But as long as Mir doesn't go out unnecessarily, he won't be in trouble.

Celia felt reassured by the unhurried pursuit she was receiving.

"It's better not to grab it directly."

She liked Suna's slow and unhurried approach.

Soon, Celia hurriedly led Suna to the outskirts of the slums.

She pretended that she had just realized she was going the wrong way and quickly flew in another direction, preparing to take a detour back.

Suna clearly wasn't going to give her that chance. She appeared in front of him instantly, herding 'Mir' like a Border Collie herding sheep, forcing 'Mir' to run away.

Celia went along with her, thinking that this woman had probably developed some kind of morbid feelings for 'Mir' after thinking about him day and night.

Then I'll 'hurt' you one more time. "Someone's coming from over there," Ross's voice came.

Then, Celia immediately sensed the fourth-tier mage from the Arctic Blood Alliance flying over from the other side, as shared by Ross.

Unlike Suna's cat-and-mouse mentality, the other party clearly wouldn't give her a chance to play around and escape.

Sure enough, not long after, Celia sensed a violent surge of magic and spiritual power coming from afar.

She flew incredibly fast and quickly arrived nearby. Upon seeing Celia's retreating figure, she immediately shouted, "Hmph, trying to run away? Stay here!"

Celia was wearing the same outfit she had worn at the Arctic Blood Alliance stronghold. As soon as Vera saw her back, she immediately launched an attack.

A surge of violent mental magic immediately rushed towards Celia.

Before Celia could react to the attack, which came without warning, Suna frowned and instantly summoned a puppet to block the attack.

Sensing the mental attack transmitted through the puppet, Suna was slightly taken aback. "Mental magic? You're Vera from the Arctic Blood Alliance?"

Vera didn't stop, and coldly shouted, "This has nothing to do with you, get out of the way!"

So impolite, Suna didn't hold back either. Facing Vera's charge, the puppet raised its fist, covered in black flames, and smashed it at Vera without hesitation.

"you wanna die!"

Vera shouted, and her magical power, imbued with spiritual energy, transformed into a giant hand that slammed into Suna's puppet.

In an instant, accompanied by a deafening roar, the point of contact between the two sides exploded, and the aftershocks of the explosion transformed into a vertical shockwave, carving a deep trench into the ground beneath their feet.

Celia was horrified.

"Are the aftershocks of a fourth-tier mage's battle really that terrifying?"

She thought of the battle in Southern Border City.

If it weren't for the protection of the magic array, the aftershocks of the battle would probably have destroyed all the buildings around the plaza.

Instead of running away, Celia went down to a place to hide, pretending to create the illusion that she had escaped.

If she really tried to escape, those two would definitely stop her first. Pretending to hide and spy on her now will actually make those two above her less anxious to deal with her.

Of course, it's quite difficult to convey that kind of ambiguous illusion to the two of them. Fortunately, these two fourth-tier mages are both hot-tempered heretics who would kill your whole family if they didn't like you.

After a series of exchanges, neither side was happy with the other. Vera summoned the puppet, retreated behind it, and let the puppet charge forward.

Suna did the same, covering her puppet in black flames and charging forward to fight the opponent's puppet.

Neither of them stood idly by. Vera used mental magic to influence Suna's mental power and the connection between her and the puppet, while Suna rushed forward and fought Vera.

"I knew you heretics were useless. I should have voiced my opposition from the beginning and told the leader not to cooperate with you!"

Vera was enveloped in a semi-transparent, purplish-black shield, and many large, purplish-black hands appeared behind her.

Her attack method involved using these large, purplish-black mental magic hands to engage in close combat with Suna.

Celia watched and quietly asked Ross, "Lord Ross, is the spell that this sorceress named Vera uses the Mage's Hand?"

Ross shook his head: "That's not the Mage's Hand, or rather, it's the Mage's Hand with a fixed form. It can only be condensed into the shape of a fist for attack, and cannot be refined into various forms, just like the Fireball spell can only be condensed into the shape of a fireball, and cannot be made into a large number of sparks."

“Oh, I see.” Celia nodded.

As she spoke, she quietly moved a little further away, pretending that she was leaving quietly and didn't want them to notice.

But whether it was Suna or Vera, once she moved away, the battle lines immediately shifted in the direction she had gone.

The meaning is obvious.

Suna's voice even came through directly—

“My dear Mil Deville, my good brother, you can’t just leave your sister behind and run away. Let me deal with this madman first, then we can have a proper talk.”

"I miss you so much, hee hee."

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(End of this chapter)