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

Chapter 335 Disqualification from the Competition?

Initially, Celia wanted Benovia and the others to help her deal with the spectators who were acting as nodes in the magic circle.

Unfortunately, they were all stopped.

Later, with Ross's help, Celia broke through the fourth-tier mage's obstruction. They were also watched by another mage to prevent them from making any rash moves.

Perhaps the two fourth-tier mages had good intentions, but later, because Celia disobeyed and insisted on obstructing them, the other party was nearly killed by Ross's bomb. From Celia's perspective, the other party deserved it.

The Northern Alliance is notoriously slow and inefficient in its dealings with other countries, but these guys are quick and decisive when it comes to stopping friendly forces, which is infuriating.

After that sorcerer was beaten half to death, the other sorcerer ignored Benovia and the others and rushed over with everyone to surround Celia.

At this moment, Benovia and her three companions took the opportunity to leave, capture the three heretics who were trying to escape, and bring them back.

"If it weren't for your interference, I probably wouldn't have killed anyone. Just like those three key figures, I would have simply thrown them out, allowing you to capture and interrogate them..."

Celia said, shaking her head.

There's no need to dwell on what has already happened.

Moreover, the dead were not innocent civilians, but heretics who nearly froze thousands of innocent civilians to death.

There's really nothing to regret, it's just that getting shot in the head was so impactful.

Adrian gestured to one of his men, who understood and brought over the three heretics.

He stared at the female heretic among the three cultists, the one whom Celia had stopped first, and asked in a cold voice, "Tell us everything you know, and we can give you a lighter punishment."

The other person kept laughing, a very eerie laugh, "Hehehehe... You bunch of useless trash, even if I told you everything, you still couldn't do anything."

As she spoke, she looked at Celia, her eerie smile turning into venomous hatred.

"The Holy Court is indeed a nuisance, a nuisance no matter where they are. We've already withdrawn, why are you still obstructing our operations? You deserve to die, you deserve to die, you deserve to die! The leader won't let you get away with this, hehehehehehe..."

Celia looked at the other party calmly, "I will not let your leader go. One day, I will personally end the Arctic Blood Alliance."

"Hehehehehehe... What an overconfident idea! Even if the Northern Alliance is destroyed, the Blood Alliance will not disappear. Frozen world! The Blood Alliance will live on forever!"

The other two joined in the shouting:

"Frozen world! Blood oath forever!"

"Frozen world! Blood oath forever!"

"..."

Celia pointed at the three people who were completely insane and looked at Adrian: "President Adrian, do you think these three people are heretics?"

Adrian's lips twitched.

I have to admit, Celia might be right.

But to make a fifth-tier mage apologize to a third-tier mage?
Absolutely impossible!
The moment Adrian bent his back, he knew immediately that his career was over and all the resources of the Northern Alliance would be out of his reach.

So he waved his hand, ordering his men to take the three heretics away, and then said coldly, "We have also discovered the situation. This was indeed the work of heretics, and we thank you, Ishtar, for helping to find out."

"However, as a contestant, not only did you not listen to the referee and stay put, but you also seriously injured the referee after acting on your own. This is a serious violation of the rules of the Mage League. As the president, I have the right to disqualify you from the competition."

To Celia, these words sounded like the other party was simply using their limited power to annoy her since they couldn't do anything to her. Nicodimus looked at Adrian and said, "President Adrian, isn't this going too far? A participant's qualification isn't so easily revoked."

"Your Excellency Nicodimus, as the president, I will naturally make a strict judgment before disqualifying a player. I ask you, if a player disobeys the referee's instructions and the league committee's arrangements, acts on his own, and even seriously injures a committee referee, should he be disqualified from the competition?"

Before Nicodimus could speak, Adrian continued, "Your Excellency Nicodimus, as the Duke of the Northern Alliance, I sincerely thank Miss Celia for her actions just now, which saved the lives of thousands of spectators."

"However, rules are rules. Such egregious behavior in the Mage League is only punished by being disqualified for one season, which is a very lenient punishment. In principle, the disqualification should be permanent."

"This kind of emergency..."

"Even in an emergency, you shouldn't seriously injure the referee! The referee didn't harm Miss Celia; he just wanted her to go back and stay there. Does the Holy Court, which prides itself on justice, also condone such behavior?"

Nicodimus frowned, staring intently at Adrian, whose attitude was resolute.

Just as she was about to say something, Celia spoke up: "Professor Nicodimus, there's no need to say anything. I made President Adrian lose face like this, so it's only right that he uses his little bit of power. Punish him if you want. I wouldn't bother participating in a league that disregards thousands of spectators."

"I'm sorry, Professor Nicodimers, for taking up your time. I apologize for the inconvenience and thank you for your help. I'm a little tired and will be heading back now."

After saying that, she walked off the stage without waiting for anyone else to say anything.

Approaching Doris, she complained, "Why do we have to accept the punishment? We trained for so long..."

Benovia stopped Doris, "Say less, let Celia have some peace and quiet."

Celia nodded to Benovia, then lowered her head and walked past the crowd toward the edge of the arena.

She had long been prepared for her disqualification.

It's a bit of a pity, but it's just a competition.

The rewards are indeed very attractive, but Lord Ross has even more powerful passive spells.

It's just an empty title of being number one in the world.

Celia didn't care at all.

Ross chuckled lightly, "Really not bothered at all?"

At those words, Celia's tears immediately flowed uncontrollably like a fountain.

She looked down at the ground, letting her tears fall onto the damp stone slabs, and stubbornly said, "I really, really don't care! It's just a small competition, it's no big deal."

Ross watched with amusement as she left, crying.

Even though she was prepared and nodded without hesitation when Ross asked her, she still cried when she was actually punished after the incident.

No matter what, she was just a 17-year-old girl, and in another world she would only be a high school sophomore, still retaining a touch of innocence.

Not crying in front of everyone was her last act of defiance.

Ross's phantom appeared beside her, reached out and patted her head, chuckling, "It's not over yet..."

"Don't rush to cry."

(End of this chapter)