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

Chapter 339 President, why are you talking nonsense?

The next day, at the competition venue.

Two-thirds fewer people came to watch the game today; the stands were mostly empty.

Just last night, after confirming that Adrian had firmly refused to rescind his decision, Celia contacted the reporters who had been trying to reach her, issuing a warning that the heretics might continue their actions today, and that for their own safety, it was best not to come to watch the match.

Meanwhile, Celia disguised herself and walked into the arena, standing at the edge to see what the heretics were up to today.

As for Benovia and the others, they believed Celia's words. Although they came, they did not intend to play and planned to convey their refusal to play to the committee when the referee called them onto the field.

After that, they stayed far away, ensuring their safety, and watched what happened on the field.

The time came quickly.

The team from the Northern League has already entered the game, while the other side is completely empty.

The referee looked at the Ista delegation's rest area: "Sacred Team One, if you do not come up in the last three minutes, it will be considered a forfeit of the match."

The Northern League teams responded with taunts.

"Hahaha, could it be that you're scared?"

"That Miss Celia, who seriously violated the rules, even said in the newspaper that there was a heretical attack today. Are you afraid of heretics?"

"I heard you're from the Holy Court. So the Holy Court is full of cowards like you, hahaha!"

"I let you guys win the day before yesterday, but you only played once and then ran away. That's really boring."

"..."

Soon, the instructors of the Holy Magic Academy conveyed the wishes of the Holy Squad One to the committee via broadcast.

Just as the referee was about to announce the winning team, the sky suddenly went dark.

Everyone looked up and saw a black vortex suddenly appear in the sky.

Within the vortex, a terrifying aura of demonic pollution emanated.

A figure soared into the air, Gerald flying towards the vortex, his arrogant voice echoing throughout the arena: "The match will proceed as scheduled. Hmph, mere heretics, nothing to worry about."

After saying that, he summoned a puppet, which held a sword that shone with purple light and had streaks of lightning flowing across it.

He faced the vortex head-on, blocking all its aura, exuding an air of arrogance.

On the competition stage, the referee breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Archduke Gerrard approaching.

Just as he was about to declare victory, something unexpected happened under his feet.

The once solid stage suddenly transformed into a black vortex.

All the contestants, including the referees, were sucked into the vortex.

The underground vortex resonated with the vortex in the sky, instantly generating an extremely strong suction force that pulled everyone at the competition venue towards the two vortexes.

In an instant, all the ordinary spectators were lifted into the air and flew towards the two vortexes.

Some unlucky ones were sucked into the middle, and the forces on both sides pulled them apart on the spot.

All of this happened in a mere second.

Gerald in the sky tried to stop it, but was sucked into the vortex in the sky.

At the same time, several terrifying magical missiles suddenly flew from afar, heading straight for the opponent.

Each missile carries terrifying energy that even a sixth-tier mage must treat with caution.

On the committee seat, Adrian, his face pale, rushed frantically toward the vortex on the ground.

When he arrived above the vortex, he discovered that it was not a magic spell, but rather—a subspace portal!

Both this vortex and the vortex in the sky are subspace channels that were artificially torn open.

Adrian didn't know where this subspace portal led, but the terrifying, polluted aura emanating from it made even a fifth-tier mage like him feel terrified.

He tried to attack, but found that his attack was completely useless.

At the edge of the arena, Celia sat firmly in her chair, unaffected by the suction.

Beside her, Ross's figure slowly materialized.

Celia looked at Ross: "Lord Ross, this warp entrance..."

“This is the Gate of the Abyss,” Ross affirmed. “It was inevitable that these heretics would unite and open the Gate of the Abyss.”

"It really is the legendary abyss..."

Celia had heard about the Abyss from Ross many times.

She knew that Ross was sealed in an endless abyss.

It seemed to be below an abyss, and to get there one would have to cross the entire abyss.

According to Ross, the Abyss is a hell filled with powerful monsters. Magic is scarce there, and what exists is a pollution of demonic energy that can drive people mad. Most of the monsters there are only capable of killing, and if they escape from the Abyss, they will surely cause devastation and widespread pollution in a region.

Jonathan even said that the reason why the calamity five hundred years ago lasted so long was related to the God-King opening the gates of the abyss.

And now...

Celia stared nervously at the two vortexes, her heart pounding: "The opening of the Abyss Gate caused five hundred years of calamity. Now, is the calamity about to begin?"

Ross shook his head with amusement: "The opening of the Abyss Gate depends on who opens it. How could the Abyss Gate opened by the God-King be the same as the Abyss Gate opened by a low-level mage?"

"Whether a gate to the abyss of this level can destroy this city is a question, but destroying an arena is no problem."

Celia saw that some first-tier mages were also sucked in.

Gerald in the sky was dealing with an attack coming from afar, while Adrian on the ground was trying to launch an attack, but the Abyss Gate remained unmoved and showed no intention of closing.

The suction of the Abyss Gate was getting stronger, and the contestants who came to participate in the competition were already running out under the guidance of their delegations.

Meanwhile, the heads of the delegations from the various empires chose to remain indifferent and observe.

Adrian, already in a frenzy, saw that Nicodimus, who was standing nearby watching the show instead of helping, and immediately shouted angrily, "Lord Nicodimus, what are you standing there watching for? Come and help us now!"

Nicodimus chuckled: "I wouldn't dare, President Adrian. I'm afraid that if I act rashly, the remaining contestants from our school will be disqualified."

Adrian retorted angrily, "Then I need you to assist me now!"

Nicodimus's expression slowly turned cold: "What, does the league committee have so much power that it can command the whole world?"

"You...you believe I can disqualify all the athletes from your Ishtar Empire?"

Adrian was pale. After learning about this, he feared he was in grave danger, to the point that he started talking nonsense.

Nicodimus chuckled: "The other empires' fifth-tier mages didn't help you either. I suggest you disqualify everyone and let your Northern Alliance compete on its own."

Before Adrian could say anything more, a frenzied roar erupted from within the Abyss Gate.

The next moment, a monster passed through the gate to the abyss and came to the stage. Its mouth was full of blood, which meant that the person who was sucked in was probably in grave danger.

After it emerged, it once again raised its head and let out a long howl, announcing its arrival.

Subsequently, more and more monsters passed through the Gate of the Abyss and descended upon this land!
(End of this chapter)