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

Chapter 349 Celia: Opponent? I thought it was a golf ball.

Even after entering the arena, Doris still couldn't understand what Celia had said.

The purpose of purification magic? Isn't that to purify curses?

Could these people be using sorcery?
Once on stage, Doris noticed the others' serious demeanor and sensed that the five opponents seemed different, so she also became serious.

As soon as the match began, she immediately summoned the puppet and rushed to the front.

She quickly noticed the unusual behavior of the five people.

After summoning the puppet, they actually charged forward together with it, completely disregarding formations and battle lines.

Their expressions seemed to have changed; their blankness now carried a hint of something else. Doris couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she found it very... eerie.

"Are they planning a ten-person free-for-all?"

The moment Doris had this thought, the puppet in front of her collided with the puppet in front of her.

The moment they clashed, a force at least twice as strong as before surged forth, sending her puppet flying backward and landing behind her, exposing her directly to her opponent.

Doris tensed up and was about to defend herself when she suddenly felt the warmth of the purification spell.

Under the radiance of the purification spell, the impact of everyone on the other side immediately slowed down, giving Doris a chance to retreat.

She quickly moved away from the front line and retreated back to stand in front of Celia and the others, standing before Celia.

"What's going on with these people?" she asked.

“They are heavily corrupted; they are heretics,” Phil said seriously.

As she spoke, she frowned slightly: "The pollution on these heretics is so strange, completely different from regular pollution, but they can absorb it."

After she finished speaking, her purification technique changed, taking on her ability to absorb pollution. Strands of gray-black light emerged from the five people and quickly entered her body.

Celia's heart tightened, and she was about to remind Phil not to absorb it when Ross's phantom appeared beside her. "Don't worry about it, let her absorb it, it'll be fine."

Celia had no choice but to shut up.

This kind of pollution imbued with divine power shouldn't be easily released into her body, but since Ross said it was fine, she chose to believe him.

Phil's absorption immediately caused the other party to suffer.

This familiar sight made the referee's expression change, and he was about to go up on stage when Ashburn's voice reached his ears: "Don't worry about it, let them fight, and we'll collect these guys' corpses after we've finished them off."

The referee relaxed, but still kept a close eye on the opponents of the Sacred One team.

"pagan!"

As more and more pollution was removed by Phil, the group went mad with pain.

One of them shouted "Long live the Blood Oath!" and charged forward, his body filled with surging magic and corruption.

He's going to blow himself up!

"How could we let you succeed in self-destruction?"

Having noticed his movements long ago, Celia had already manipulated her puppet to get to his vicinity.

The puppet raised its longsword, the tip of which was covered with a thick layer of ice, like the head of a hammer.

Within the ice layer were layers of mithril nets and withered threads, which transformed the longsword into the handle of a hammer.

The puppet aimed at the heretic who wanted to self-destruct, held the sword in both hands, and swung it hard like hitting a golf ball. The opponent immediately flew in an arc like a golf ball and fell to the ground outside.

A sturdy, transparent shield, like a large bell, held it in place.

boom!
The sound of the self-destruction echoed throughout the venue, sending a chill down everyone's spine. All the spectators were stunned.

Fortunately, in the hands of a sixth-tier mage, the self-destruction of a third-tier mage was like an ordinary firecracker, without releasing a single trace of energy, and was firmly imprisoned within the great bell shield.

When their minds are affected by pollution, they cannot exert 100% of their strength and are more likely to ignore their surroundings.

Although the initial contact put some pressure on Doris and Benovia, after the purification spell was released, they were like dump trucks—possessing immense strength, yet completely at the mercy of others' manipulation and toying.

Celia manipulated the puppets like a golf ball, hitting them one by one to send them flying, leaving Ashburn and Satiffany to deal with their self-destruction debris.

When the last heretic shouted "Long live the Blood Pact!" and was thrown out and exploded, the whole world fell silent.

A moment later, even louder cheers erupted.

"Well done, Celia!"

"These damned heretics have managed to infiltrate us! They deserve to be dealt with!"

"As expected, as long as Celia is here, we are safe!"

"Clean and efficient, just like playing ball. Watching it makes me wish I could treat the heretics like a ball and beat them up!"

"Celia! Celia!"

"..."

The audience was still reeling from the first self-destruction and was shocked by the contestant's sudden revelation.

But as the second and third self-destructed, seeing the dense pollution on their bodies, their crimson eyes, and hearing the cry of "Long live the Blood Oath," they immediately realized who these people were.

Less than a month after the massacre in Gerald City, the name 'Arctic Blood Alliance' was hated by the Northern Alliance more than a rat in the street.

Meanwhile, the Northern League's official propaganda also taught people how to identify heretics. The five players on the field basically fit the characteristics of heretics: they were covered in black aura, suddenly went berserk, and lost their minds...

Ashburn appeared on the field as the interim president, looked at all the spectators, and said calmly: "There has been a slight change in the competition. After our investigation, we found that all the participants from the Duchy of Kant are heretics and have now been brought under our control. We originally wanted to interrupt the competition, but fortunately, Miss Celia's performance was very stable. She is like a nemesis of heretics. As long as the heretics cannot hide, they can be easily defeated by her. Let us congratulate Miss Celia and congratulate Team Holy Number One on advancing to the quarterfinals!"

The entire stadium erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Celia looked up and saw that wherever she looked, the applause became even more intense, making her sweat a little.

She really wanted to ask Ashburn if it was really okay for someone from the Ishtar Empire to become the 'national idol' of the Northern Alliance.
"Could it be that she's trying to draw all the heretics' attention to herself?" Celia thought to herself.

but……

It's not necessarily a bad thing. If we keep building momentum, the Northern Alliance will have a hard time once she becomes a saintess.

Having made up her mind, Celia smiled and waved to the audience.

Thank you everyone for your support!

The applause only gradually subsided after they returned backstage.

Afterwards, during the victory speech, Celia gave a speech on behalf of the team, thanking everyone for their support and saying that the victory was due to everyone's hard work.

Celia was speaking the speech Benovia had prepared long ago; everyone had a copy of this speech, and whoever was chosen would speak it.

More than that, Celia was concerned about something else.

Words from Ross —

"Now you're truly hated by the Arctic Blood Alliance."

(End of this chapter)