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

Chapter 353 Dragon Language Magic
"Dragon language magic?"

Not only Celia and the others, but even Ross became interested.

Celia looked at Ross, suppressing the urge to immediately question him, and decided to listen to what Benovia had to say first.

"Although we don't know what method they used, the spells they cast were indeed more powerful than regular spells. And since the contestants were at the third-tier limit, perhaps the spells they released had already reached the fourth-tier level."

"Initially, everyone thought they were just researching magic and improving some commonly used spells, but now it seems their spell improvements are related to the dragon's treasure. This dragon language magic, according to their explanation, was developed by referencing dragon magic and combining it with sorcerer magic. Based on sorcerer magic, they added the [dragon language] incantation, thereby increasing the power of the spell..."

"Dragon language magic, whether in attack, defense, or blessing, has been greatly enhanced. However, since we haven't witnessed it yet, we don't know how strong the combination techniques we practiced would be. All we can do now is analyze their spell usage habits and combat styles gradually by watching the matches and replays of yesterday's events..."

Benovia took this finalist very seriously.

"Their team consists of one man and four women. Their relationships seem somewhat ambiguous, possibly involving magical bonds or similar connections. Their specific combat tactics are as follows..."

Benovia explained for a long time, until late at night.

Fortunately, a separate day will be set aside before the finals for the third-place match, giving them plenty of time to study their opponents.

As for the individual competitions, they no longer have time to pay attention to them.

Even when Celia wanted to ask about Ross Dragon language magic, she forgot to do so as she focused on studying her final opponent.

Ross didn't disturb her, but just watched her study with Benovia and the others. Occasionally, he would take the puppet out for a stroll, buy some things for Celia as preparation for the trip to the far north after the competition, or clean up the residual divine power of pollution for Phil.

When Celia went to the tavern to listen to the mercenaries bragging a while ago, she also inquired about the situation in the far north from the mercenary guild. She learned that the place was very mysterious and that even if one went there for sightseeing, it was not advisable to go too deep.

The receptionist from the Mercenary Guild also taught Celia various first-aid tips for snow and ice, such as how to keep warm, how to start a fire, and how to hunt.

As for where the danger comes from, the other party doesn't know either; they'll only find out by going there themselves.

And so, time slowly passed until the day of the final.

With Team Sacred One defeating Team Elf, Celia's fanbase seems to have grown again.

As soon as she came in from outside, Celia saw many spectators holding banners in support of her.

After she appeared, the audience erupted in a tsunami of cheers.

The cheers put a lot of pressure on her.

This puzzled her.

"No, even after all that, why aren't you disappointed? Why do you like me even more?"

Ross chuckled, “While pride and purity may inspire awe, they are ultimately just illusions, hazy and indistinct. Your sarcasm may have made people feel that your persona has collapsed, but it also allowed more people to see your human side. Coupled with your adorable appearance, your tea-loving charm, and your sharp tongue, people find you even more endearing and approachable, which is why they like you even more.”

"What do you mean by 'human side'?" Celia protested, dissatisfied. "What am I besides being human?"

"They are the retinue of an evil god."

"Am I... a follower of an evil god not human?!"

“Yes, yes,” Ross smiled.

Celia gave a disgruntled snort, and after arriving backstage, she went to talk to Black, Ashburn, and others, telling them about the heretics' movements.

Both Black and Ashburn were covered in dust, especially Ashburn, who was bruised and battered and was being treated by Black's healing spell.

Beside her stood Satiffany, shaking her head and sighing. Celia, used to it, found it unsurprising.

They did this often ever since the day she relayed a message to Ashburn, conveying what Black truly wanted to say to Ashburn.

But after the fight, they were able to sit down and talk properly again...

The girl felt that the two were acting a bit out of line.

But she wasn't interested.

After greeting them, she said, "The heretics made some moves during the team competition finals, but because we successfully caught them before they caused any trouble, this time the commotion wasn't too big. They just sent some misled people to sneak out of the competition venue, planning to rush up and annoy everyone when the transparent shield was removed after the competition."

"Several heretics secretly brought knives, intending to kill indiscriminately once the competition begins. They are..."

After the report, Blake immediately mocked, "Look at you, even at this point, your screening is still so incompetent, letting infidels in so easily."

Ashburn retorted angrily, "That's enough! If it weren't for the mystic mage's intervention, your City of Radiant Embers wouldn't have been able to deal with that white whale so easily."

Blake didn't care at all. "It's just a fifth-tier monster. Its damage is limited. We've made thorough preparations. Unlike you, the temporary guild leader, who made thorough preparations but still has heretics sneaking in every time. You're like a sieve that can't let anything through."

Ashburn Redwin: "How was I supposed to know there would be so many traitors? I even suspect that the original committee was full of heretics who betrayed us."

Blake said, "I'm afraid even Adrian is a traitor. After all, he spoke up for that weakling and unlucky guy, disqualifying Celia from the competition."

"Weakling and unlucky" refers to the fourth-tier mage who was severely injured by Celia.

Ashburn shook his head: "No, neither Adrian nor that other person are stupid, not heretics."

They investigated these two thoroughly, going through every possible detail, almost to the point of summoning their ancestors from the underworld for questioning using [Deathrattle].

Finally came to the conclusion——

These two are simply idiots, not heretics.

Seeing that everything was alright, Celia said goodbye to them and returned to the preparation area to reunite with Benovia and the others.

Only now did Celia realize that she hadn't asked Ross about dragon language magic.

She asked the question, and Ross smiled slightly and said, "Dragon language magic from a thousand years ago was a special combination technique that could only be used after signing a contract with a dragon. It used the dragon's special language to communicate with the elements and could obtain special spell effects. Its power was indeed greatly enhanced, but it also had a fatal weakness."

Celia's eyes lit up, and she quickly asked, "What weakness?"

Ross didn't speak, but smiled at her.

"Please, Your Majesty! Please guide Celia through her confusion and bestow a divine decree!"

Ross laughed out loud: "Alright, alright, stop with your utterly insincere request. Ever since that time I gave you a good dream, you seem to be getting more and more disrespectful to God."

Celia: Hehe.

"I think I should show my authority and earn your respect."

Celia: No, hehe.

(End of this chapter)