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

Chapter 350 Orcs and Ancestral Totems

Somewhere in the far north.

A group of people gathered together, watching the projected image in front of them. The image showed Celia smashing the heretics' self-destructing dream with her hammer.

A strange laugh was heard only after the scene ended.

"Hehehe, how interesting. Your dream of awakening the gods has been shattered."

The figure in the snow-white robe looked at the person in the dark blue robe and said indifferently, "Heh, your dream of summoning the Sea Heir, wasn't it also 'fished away'? You don't even know who did it."

A strange laugh echoed from within the deep blue robe: "The one who fished out the Sea Heir is at least a hidden legendary sorcerer, unlike you, who were utterly crushed by a little girl. Quite a loss, isn't it? You've been plotting for so many years, and most of it has been destroyed, hehehe..."

"Hmph, didn't you also lose a divinely bestowed object and a divine messenger who had received divine grace?"

"Your dream was shattered by the little girl."

"Heh, even the divine oracle that was once acceptable has vanished with the killing of the divine messenger. I think you should join the Blood Alliance and worship the true god with us. Rost? In the end, he is just a false god."

"Your dream was shattered by the little girl."

"Damn bastard, is that all you can say?"

"Your century-long plan has been ruined in an instant."

"you……"

"Alright." The voice came from the illusory figure sitting at the head of the table, immediately stopping the two from arguing.

The illusory figure was faint and seemingly could be easily dispelled, but none of the people present dared to say anything, even though they were all leaders of the heretical sect.

The phantom said calmly, "I called you here not to have you argue. Some of you came in your real bodies, and some of you disguised yourselves as puppets. I won't say anything about that."

"I have called you here to help you each achieve your great ideals."

Someone raised their hand: "Can you fulfill the vision that the great evil god Ross achieved a thousand years ago?"

boom!
The questioner from the Abyss Order was kicked out.

The phantom sneered: "Looking for trouble? Ha, don't think I don't know what you're really thinking. You're not worthy."

The phantom image magnified and froze the image of Celia.

He said, "This girl might be the most suitable person for our plan. What you need to do for me is to send people to cause her trouble."

The person from the Deep Sea Aid Society asked, "Grab her and bring her to you?"

“No.” The phantom shook its head. “Make trouble for her, so she can grow up quickly.”

The Twilight Cult member frowned: "What do you mean?"

"My purpose, the purpose of the Polar Blood Alliance, is to find a suitable candidate for the descent of a god, so that he can serve as the body for the god's descent. She is very suitable, but she is too weak and cannot withstand the descent of a god. Therefore, I need your help to improve her."

The member of the Polar Blood Alliance said, "What if she grows up and wipes us all out?"

The illusory figure said arrogantly, "All you need to do is grow to the sixth rank. You are also at the sixth rank. Who among you can be my match?"

No one answered.

"Nothing will happen. Even the strongest sixth-tier opponent is no match for me." The phantom continued, "Just like when I summoned Hai Si last time and when I summoned the Abyss Gate this time, whoever agrees, I will help them realize their dream."

Some people hesitated, seemingly wanting to say that the Deep Sea Aid Society and the Polar Blood Alliance had both placed their hopes on each other. However, due to the opponent's formidable strength and the unknown origins of this old fogey, they dared not speak.

The phantom sneered, "What are you thinking? Do you think I don't know? I ask you, has Hai Si been summoned? Has the Gate of the Abyss been summoned?"

Before anyone could speak, he continued, "They were all summoned, but unfortunately, neither of you managed to protect them well."

As he spoke, he shook his head: "You guys, don't think that you can be arrogant just because you can achieve your dreams. If you don't set your sights on other people's capitals, do you think you could have succeeded in these two summons?"

The members of the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association and the Polar Blood Alliance shut their mouths, looked down at their noses, and pretended not to exist.

These words stirred the minds of the remaining people.

"Just creating trouble? Easy."

"Just causing trouble isn't enough! We have a way to help her level up quickly!"

"Rapid advancement? That's all show and no substance. You can't make someone quickly advance to the fourth rank or higher, but we can send someone to bump into her and deliver all sorts of resources to her."

"..."

The phantom watched everyone discuss for a long time before letting out a cold laugh: "Whatever you think, but she needs to be whole. God will not descend upon a broken person."

……

Costa City, Ista Athletes' Hotel.

Celia and her teammates are intently watching the game projections of other teams.

"Aside from two strong teams being drawn against each other by accident, the other teams that were up 3-0 in the previous draw all had something going on."

Celia looked intently at the team she was about to face, the team from the Orc Empire.

The Orc Empire is officially called the Orc Alliance, but is usually referred to as the Orc Empire or the Orc Federation. It is an alliance of intelligent races other than elves and humans. Unlike the monarchs and emperors of various empires and the royal families of the elves, because it is an alliance of multiple races, the real power is actually held by the racial council, not by the Orc King elected by the council.

“The Orc Empire possesses a unique magic distinct from that of elves and humans, called the Ancestral Totem. The Ancestral Totem can induce a berserk state, increasing their spell attack power by at least 50%. As for them… it might increase by 100%,” Benovia said.

Celia was shocked: "Doubling the power of the spell directly? Such a simple and brutal way to enhance it..."

Benovia laughed, "If they have a shaman in their team, the effect of the ancestral totem will be doubled. They won three consecutive championships with the help of a shaman, and later the committee directly made a rule to ban shamans from participating."

Doubling the spell power directly would be a crushing defeat against opponents of the same rank.
"If the Orc Empire is so powerful, why did they unite? Shouldn't they have already dominated the world?" Celia said dejectedly.

Benovia shook her head: "I don't know about that."

Ross chuckled and said, "I do know that."

Celia hurriedly asked, "Why?"

Ross said, "You're wondering why the orcs don't rule the world even though they have ancestral totems. The truth is, the orcs avoided extinction precisely because they have ancestral totems."

"There are three reasons: they are not intelligent, they are too reckless, and their internal strife is even more intense than their external conflicts. It's fortunate that the ancestral totems can only be used by orcs, otherwise they would have been wiped out. I just don't know what the orc alliance is like now, and whether the various tribes are still constantly fighting each other."

Celia couldn't help but become curious as well.

"I must visit the Orc Empire when I have time."

　My cold is better. I've written 12,000 words. I'm stopping now and going to sleep.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)