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

Chapter 352 Fast forward to the finals

Is Celia really in pain?

Of course it's an act!

Although being liked by the people of the Northern Alliance would help her in her future missionary work there, being so well-known was also quite troublesome, making it difficult for her to do many things and restricting her actions.

That's how the "idol image" mentality develops.

So she thought it over and over again before deciding to do it.

While everyone likes her only because she saved them and hasn't yet become a loyal fan, deliberately act as the trash talker on the field, be a bit sarcastic and sarcastic, and you should be able to shatter many people's illusions.

So after hesitating for a moment, Celia accepted Benovia's offer.

Although doing this might make those orc friends hostile, it's a competition, and if there's a pre-match trash talk segment, isn't that specifically designed to win people over?
We can only meet during competitions; the world is so big, it's not that easy to meet someone.

Who will wait for the next session?

If they can't win the championship this time, they'll break through to the fourth tier directly. It's a waste of four years to try and become the so-called world's number one. It's not worth it at all.

"There were indeed far fewer cheers in this game than in the previous one, but it still had an effect. We still can't let everyone pay too much attention to it, otherwise the pressure will be too great."

Celia thought of the current Saintess Anna, who was quiet and unknown, and most people didn't even know what she looked like.

That's pretty good.

If you want to do something in private, you don't need to bother pretending.

Back at the stadium, Benovia said, "Things will be easier from here on out. Apart from the favorites in the other half of the competition, we should have an easier time in the next match, but we can't be careless. According to my prediction, our next opponent should be the team that is competing in the fifth edition of the tournament."

"Five battles?"

Celia silently did some calculations, "What are they trying to achieve by staying at the third-order limit for 20 years?"

Benovia thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, maybe it's because they have long lifespans."

Doris said, "Long lifespan? Could it be that the elves are part of the battle team?"

Benovia nodded: "Yes, it's a team from the elves. Their results in the previous four editions were 64th, 32nd, 16th, and 8th. This time, their goal is to reach the top 4, and they'll most likely win."

As she spoke, Benovia's expression turned strange. "It's strange, really. After they achieve their goal, they always make a series of blunders in the following matches, leading to a series of defeats. It's very strange, I don't know why. And this time, their goal is to reach the top 4, so they will most likely make a mistake when competing for the finals. Although I don't know why they don't just set the championship as their goal... after all, they have been in the third tier for more than 20 years, and they must have learned a lot more spells than us. We still have to be careful."

With the statement that she had been at the third tier for over twenty years, Celia wouldn't be afraid of anyone who wasn't a contestant holding back their level.

But the opponent is not only a contestant, but also an elf with a long lifespan... I wonder how the elf's ability to learn magic compares to that of a human.

Having never faced an elf team in the competition, the Saintess Squad was on high alert. After their opponents successfully advanced to the semifinals, Celia obtained information about the elf team from Benovia and began to study it, observing their combat habits and spell usage.

"There's no way to replicate the trash talk of the Orc Empire this time; the Elves are even more united than humans."

"Very well, let's see who's the best then!"

Time quickly moved on to the semi-finals.

The Saintess Squad is on high alert, ready to unleash their secret weapon, the "Super Invincible I Love You" combo... no, I mean, the number one combo.

The match then quickly ended 2-0.

Before Celia could even react, the elf battle suddenly became chaotic, forcing her to surrender.

"That's really it."

Celia felt this was a bit outrageous. Benovia, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief, "Looks like they'll be staying here for two more terms, one as runner-up and one as champion."

Phil said enviously, "Elves have long lifespans and cultivate at a leisurely pace. I'm so envious."

Doris pouted. "What's there to envy? If your cultivation is slow, everything else will be slow. How can you lead the empire to prosperity?"

Benovia laughed and said, "Then that has nothing to do with us. Let's go and see the teams in the finals."

Phil let out a sigh of relief: "I didn't expect we could get this far. We haven't been in the third tier for long, but it feels like the gap between us and the others isn't that big."

Doris asked, "Could it be that we have already reached the limit of the third tier?"

Anke shook her head: "No, I feel that my magic power has only increased a little bit during this period of cultivation, and it is still far from the limit."

Benovia said, "Because we entered the deep realm of gods, our magic concentration and total amount are much higher than others, and our upper limit is also higher. Maybe when we reach our limit, we can fight against fourth-order beings."

"Didn't Celia severely injure a fourth-tier opponent a couple of days ago?"

"That's right..."

Just as Celia was about to say something, she suddenly saw Ross standing outside the room's balcony, smiling at them.

A bold idea popped into the girl's mind.

Is it possible that the reason everyone is entering the Deep God Realm is related to Lord Ross?
I think that's possible.

However, Celia didn't ask.

Seeing everyone looking at him, he waved his hand, "It was just luck. If that referee hadn't been so arrogant and had dodged, I wouldn't have been able to hurt him. But in that case, the audience might have..."

Doris muttered, "It feels like you're blessed by Lady Luck."

Benovia corrected her: "It's the goddess of fate."

"Pretty much," Doris said casually, getting up and walking outside. "After the match, I'm going out for a walk. Do you guys want to come?"

Anke also stood up: "I'll go, wait for me."

"..."

Benovia didn't go out; instead, she began studying her opponent in the final.

After everyone else returned, she had already organized all the materials and distributed them to everyone one by one.

"Our final opponent is the Blue Dragon Team from the Blue Dragon Magic Academy of the Blue Dragon Empire. The Blue Dragon Magic Academy has won the championship for three consecutive years. They claim to have found the dragon's treasure and obtained the dragon's inheritance. They are very strong."

"Dragon's Legacy?"

Benovia nodded: "Dragons are creatures that lived before the Age of Calamity. They haven't been seen for a long time now, and I don't know if they still exist. You should all know that they appear quite often in history books."

Doris said, "Legend has it that all the legendary sorcerers of the past were dragon knights. If dragons still exist, I must try to tame one."

Celia rolled her eyes. "That's why the dragon ran away."

Benovia continued, "The Blue Dragon Empire's strength is related to the dragon treasures it obtained, and the Blue Dragon Magic Academy is even more so. It's said that their spells contain traces of dragons, and recently they seem to have proposed to distinguish their spells from those of other empires, calling them—"

"Dragon Language Magic".

(End of this chapter)