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

Chapter 396 Attack
The campsite is located high in the mountains outside the Golden Apple Stone Forest.

The Golden Apple Stone Forest is like a basin that has been carved out, with most of the edges gently sloping downwards, while a small part, like a campsite, forms cliffs directly.

Looking down from the cliff, the area below is shrouded in mist, and you can vaguely see tall stone pillars rising from the ground, looking like a forest of stone pillars.

This is why this place is called the Golden Apple Stone Forest.

After leaving the camp and entering the Golden Apple Stone Forest, the sounds of conversation gradually decreased.

Celia's team also began to separate from other teams.

Each team was responsible for a different area, but the students from the Holy Magic Academy were all responsible for the outer perimeter cleaning work.

The attack on the main camp was carried out by the Knights of the Law, and had nothing to do with them.

If a sixth-tier battle or something like that occurs, they will be notified and immediately run away to watch from outside the Golden Apple Stone Forest to broaden their horizons.

Elena surveyed the area ahead, then returned in her flying vehicle and said to the group, "The Golden Apple Stone Forest is relatively safe today. We can fly at low altitudes. Get in your flying vehicles and follow me. Be careful not to fly at high altitudes, as it will attract the attention of high-altitude hunters."

Everyone took out their own flying machines.

No one is as poor as first and second-tier sorcerers who can become third-tier sorcerers through their own efforts. Everyone customizes their own beloved flying machine, and some even use runes to bind it to a magic puppet, so that the flying machine can be stored in the magic puppet's storage space and summoned for use at any time.

Only Celia is still using the original flying broom.

Unfortunately, everyone present recognized them as the Saintess Squad, the champions of the Mage League, and no one mocked them.

On the contrary, her classmates exclaimed in amazement when they saw her flying broom.

"Celia really hasn't forgotten her original intentions."

Others immediately echoed:

"After trying many different types of aircraft, I found that the flying broom is the most practical. It's purely for flying, and the speed is not low."

"Yes, flying brooms can be used to sweep the floor, but other flying machines are so big, I don't know how to carry them."

Celia: "..."

Are you guys sick?
Celia rolled her eyes inwardly, but gave an embarrassed smile on the surface.

That laugh captivated the students around him, who nearly bumped into a stone pillar.

The journey was very quiet, with no monster attacks—perhaps because they were afraid to mess with so many people.

Soon, more than half an hour later, everyone arrived at the designated location.

Through the mist, a place resembling a camp could be vaguely seen in front of them.

Celia glanced at it and exclaimed in surprise, "They actually set up a camp on the surface as a base? That's rare."

Phil asked curiously, "Aren't outposts all camps?"

Benovia explained, “Of course not. Every cult has its own style of setting up a stronghold. The Arctic Blood Clan likes to hide in the warp or in natural caves, the Twilight Cult likes to disguise itself as a small village, and the Deep Sea Aid prefers to place its stronghold in a dug-out secret crypt. But it’s not absolute. Strongholds are all adapted to local conditions. They use whatever is best.”

Doris exclaimed in realization, "Oh, I see."

Elena looked at the stronghold not far away and said calmly, "Our arrival has alerted them, and they have begun to organize people to come. Note that your mission is to purify the second and third-tier heretics and rescue the first-tier heretics."

Someone asked, "Isn't it said that purification spells are forbidden? How can we purify without purification spells?" The person next to him replied with exasperation, "Idiot! Purification is just a euphemism. We're all Holy Court trainees, how can we say something like 'kill'? Of course, it's purification!"

The questioner suddenly realized, "Oh, I see. I understand now."

Elena remained silent, pretending not to hear.

At this moment, a strong magical energy fluctuation came from the outpost camp, and the pollution began to fluctuate violently.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful figure flew out from the stronghold.

Then the other person's voice came through.

"You lackeys of the Holy Court, you've finally arrived. We've been waiting for you for so long."

The voice was a woman's voice, but when it reached Celia's ears, it not only didn't sound pleasant, but it also made her feel very uncomfortable, even more so than when Suna was disciplining Mir.

Elena quickly said, "You guys make your own arrangements, I'll hold this fourth-tier mage back."

After saying that, he rushed forward and collided with the fourth-order heretic.

Lyca, a fifth-grader, said to the group, "Let's proceed with the tactics we just discussed. We fifth-graders will take the lead, the fourth-graders will provide support, and the second and third-graders will find a way to rescue the civilians."

Doris snorted and muttered to the Saintess Squad, "These guys are clearly trying to steal the credit. The team that led the attack will definitely get a higher rating."

Benovia laughed and said, "It's alright, it's just an evaluation. They need this to apply for help from the school and try to reach the fourth tier. We're not in a hurry, let them go."

Doris said, "Their strength isn't necessarily higher than ours. What if they can't handle the third-tier heretics?"

“We’ll see,” Benovia said.

"Ok."

As per their division of labor, while the two fifth-grade teams stormed into the stronghold, Celia followed Doris to the left and, using the polluted fog as cover, infiltrated the stronghold.

This outpost is similar to a mercenary camp, and it is divided into a "田" (field) shape. The space within the field is divided into many small roads, and there are stone houses on both sides of the roads, each with only one floor.

At this moment, pagans poured out of these houses, numbering at least a hundred.

They seemed to have received orders from high-ranking heretics, their eyes bloodshot, as if they wanted to rush into battle. However, influenced by the corruption, they could only run around the stronghold, shouting loudly. It looked lively, but they couldn't see a single enemy.

Celia also saw two heretics who weren't paying attention to each other bump into each other and start tearing at each other on the ground, with bursts of demonic pollution erupting from their bodies.

Benovia whispered, "These are the attack methods of ordinary heretics. They were forcibly raised to the first level, but they don't have the corresponding spells. They can only release the pollution in their bodies to fight... It's still a bit troublesome, but we can trap them with binding spells."

Phil looked at them with a pained expression, and a faint holy light emanated from his body.

Seeing this, Celia reminded her, "Phil, don't use the purification spell. Wait until we've escorted these people back before considering purifying them."

Phil closed his eyes, then opened them after a long while, nodded, and whispered, "Yes, I understand."

"Then let's begin. Even if we're saving ordinary heretics, we'll do it beautifully!"

Doris raised her hand, summoned the puppet, and charged forward first.

(End of this chapter)