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

Chapter 424 Abyss Princess - Phil
The guards reported the incident up the chain of command, eventually alerting a fourth-tier mage who had been temporarily recalled from the coastal battlefield. Somewhat displeased, the mage looked at the guard captain and said, "What are you afraid of? Just go down and investigate."

The captain forced a smile but dared not answer, thinking to himself: What's the point of risking my life for 3 gold coins a month?
A fourth-tier mage is equivalent to a bishop in a temple, and in a city of the next tier, they can command an entire guard.

Leites City is the second largest city after Ember City. A fourth-tier city may not have the authority to command the guards of a region, but they can still lead a guild leader.

Fortunately, it was in the Ishtar Empire. If it were the Northern Alliance, the preparation time would have been wasted just from reporting from the second-tier squad leader to the third tier.

"Lord Dorland, that's it. I'm feeling a very uncomfortable aura from below, it's terrifying."

The fourth-tier mage named Dorland didn't care: "This place is close to the city lord's castle and temple. What could be so scary? At most, it's just a little disturbance by the heretics to attract our attention. They succeeded."

Dorland snorted: "However, they underestimate Duke Pharos's power. With him around, no amount of deep-sea monsters will be of any use."

Someone asked, "What if the heretics deliberately sent Duke Pharos to fight the deep-sea monsters?"

"You're so talkative. Do you think Duke Pharos wouldn't know about these things?"

Dorland glared at them and said, "You guys stay outside and keep watch. I'll be right back. Considering the possibility of a fight, you guys stay far away."

"As ordered!"

After giving the order, Dorland nodded and jumped into the tunnel.

Dorland slowly descended the tunnel, and the deeper he went, the more uncomfortable the feeling became.

Dorland was initially quite calm, but now he was no longer calm.

Upon reaching the very bottom, he sensed a terrifying aura that surpassed the upper limit of the fourth rank and reached the level of the fifth rank.

"Fifth rank..."

Dorland gripped his staff and sent the puppet to the front.

The distance between him and the puppet slowly increased.

After reaching the fourth tier, the sorcerer can share the puppet's vision; everything the puppet sees can be transmitted to the sorcerer through a mark.

After hesitating for a moment, Dorland decided to stop and let the puppet act alone, continuing on its way.

Although the puppet's vision is limited and it is not sensitive to magic and elements, it cannot fully perceive the threat posed by its opponent.

However, Dorland has already confirmed that the target has reached Tier 5 strength, so there's no need to make any further judgments. It's time to prepare to run away.

Through the puppet's vision, Dorland quickly saw the empty underground space to the west.

“These damned heretics are digging holes everywhere.”

Dorland cursed under his breath and looked at the altar in the center of the underground space.

When he saw the people on the altar, his eyes widened in horror.

"Miss Phil?!"

Dorland couldn't believe it. Just as he was about to get down, the puppet suddenly saw Phil, who had been keeping his eyes closed, open them with a red light flashing in them.

The next second, he lost connection with the puppet.

Without a doubt, the puppet is in grave danger.

Dorland abandoned the idea of ​​going down and rushed up without hesitation.

Although he didn't know what had happened or why Phil was at this clearly pagan altar, his priority now was to stay alive.

What's the point of seeking the truth if you're already dead?

boom!
A strong energy fluctuation came from below, followed by an explosion that sent Dorland, who was trying to escape, flying into the air along with a large amount of dirt.

Fortunately, as a fourth-tier mage, Dorand was tough and resilient, and with the thick earth barrier protecting him, he did not die, but he did suffer serious injuries.

The sudden explosion blew up and tore apart the house that was hiding underground, creating a hole a hundred meters deep.

Enveloped in a thick gray fog, Phil flew out of the deep cave and into the air, his eyes flashing red light like two laser beams.

On the ground, all the guards were stunned. Fortunately, Dorland had warned them beforehand that they weren't in that house, so apart from a few unlucky ones who were injured by the blasted debris, most of them escaped unharmed.

They all looked up at the figure shrouded in gray fog in the sky.

Due to the distance and the obscuring effect of the gray fog, they couldn't see who it was; they could only see two red lights.

The oppressive aura emanating from afar made it difficult for everyone below to breathe.

The captain of the guard was terrified, regretting that he hadn't listened to Benovia and evacuated the people around him.

“This area is full of nobles and wealthy merchants, with almost no commoners. If their homes are demolished, I’ll definitely lose my job afterwards,” a thought flashed through the captain’s mind.

Just then, Dorland's angry shout rang out: "Go find Duke Pharos immediately!"

The others realized what was happening and hurriedly left.

Dorland sent an urgent message to Duke Pharos using his bracelet, but the Duke seemed to be fighting a deep-sea monster and did not reply.

He clenched his fists and looked at Phil, who seemed quite bewildered after flying up.

"How could Duke Pharos's daughter have become like this? It must be a damned heretic."

"However, Miss Phil doesn't seem to be seriously polluted; perhaps we can awaken her."

Thinking this, Dorland flew to Phil and shouted, "Miss Phil, are you alright? I'm Dorland. When we were little, you...you even called me uncle."

Phil seemed to only then realize what was happening, his red-glowing eyes locking onto Dorland.

The massive demonic energy pollution transformed into a tangible dagger, stabbing fiercely at Dorland.

Dorland could only hastily conjure one protective spell.

boom!
Amid the explosion, Dorland fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a building and sustaining serious injuries.

That building was a nobleman's estate.

The other party had long been aware of the situation outside, but took no action, merely observing from the shadows.

Dorland's wreckage of his house also exposed him.

Phil, high above, locked onto Dorland, and in doing so, locked onto him as well.

Upon seeing him, Dorland quickly said, "Count Yarman, come and help! You are also a fourth-tier mage; only together can we awaken Miss Phil."

Count Yarman looked at him suspiciously: "Are you sure you still have the fighting ability?"

Dorland's face flushed red. "I..."

Just then, a strong wave of pollution came from the sky.

Yarman quickly summoned his puppet and cast a spell to withstand Phil's finishing blow.

The result was that the puppet was knocked back dozens of meters and crashed into the wall.

Yarman's face was grim. "Why has Duke Pharos's daughter become like this?"

Dorland gave a wry smile: "How was I supposed to know someone had discovered the altar here? That's why I came over."

Just then, a sound came from inside the ruins of the house, and a young man came out.

Yarman pulled him up and said quickly, "Baker, didn't you say Miss Phil has a crush on you? Quick, wake her up."

Baker looked at his father with a completely bewildered expression.

He looked up at Phil in the sky, paused for a moment, and then his face lit up with joy.

He turned to look at Yarman, a strange smile on his face: "Don't worry, Father, I guarantee I can win Miss Phil back and make her work for me."

After saying that, he picked up the aircraft and flew upwards, his face filled with fervor.

(End of this chapter)