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

Chapter 444 The Demon Puppet's Defection?
"You're not happy?"

Celia looked down at the deep-sea leader, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes.

Even with Ross as a backup, she was still a little scared when it came to actually going.

But more importantly, she lacked experience and only remembered one of the major characteristics of heretics: that people were encouraged to commit suicide or sacrifice at the drop of a hat. In a moment of passion, she blurted it out.

This thing works well for low-level sorcerers and ordinary believers, but it doesn't seem to work for high-level ones.

As the Deep Sea Leader froze, Celia suddenly noticed figures slowly appearing outside. They bore the marks of battle, suggesting they had just returned from a fight.

They rushed over, then froze, not knowing what had happened.

Seeing that the Deep Sea Leader was unresponsive, Celia secretly glanced at Ross, whose phantom image appeared beside her. Seeing that he was just watching without saying a word, Celia braced herself and pretended to be dignified.

"A descent requires immense... power of the deep sea. You, and the deep sea power within you, are just right. Why don't you make your move?"

The deep-sea leader snapped out of its daze, its fervor slowly subsiding. It gave Celia a deep look, still somewhat doubtful, and bowed its head, saying, "Yes, my great lord."

With a wave of his hand, the puppet immediately rushed into the crowd and began to slaughter indiscriminately.

Everyone's expression changed, and they hurriedly retaliated.

Some people cursed loudly, some rushed towards the deep-sea leader, and some fled outwards.

However, they were all doing the same thing in vain; no one could escape from there.

The deep-sea leader has disrupted space.
Each time a heretic is killed, the corruption within the heretic's body erupts under the guidance of the puppet, seeping into the eerie magic circle that permeates the entire space, and then entering Celia's body through the magic circle.

However, Ross had already compressed this pollution in a special place, so it no longer had any effect on Celia.

Throughout this process, the Deep Sea Leader kept watching Celia, seemingly trying to assess the changes in her.

Perhaps because he had never seen such a change before, he found it very puzzling.

When the last heretic was killed, his blood soaked the runes on the ground. The Deep Sea leader bowed slightly and said respectfully, "My lord, divine being, the offerings you requested have been prepared. Why is the aura of the Deep Sea still so faint on your body, divine being?"

Celia took a deep breath and looked at the Deep Sea Leader: "Because we still need one last sacrifice."

The only one here is the Deep Sea Boss, the 'last sacrifice,' which speaks for itself.

The deep-sea leader raised his head, the respect on his face slowly disappearing, replaced by a hint of suspicion.

Just as he was about to say something, his expression suddenly changed, and he raised his hand, conjuring a shield to block the sudden attack.

He raised his hand and saw that what was attacking him was none other than his own puppet.

The leader's face showed surprise, but the suspicion vanished immediately.

He hurriedly said, "My Lord, I am the proxy you personally promoted. I have done you a great service, you cannot kill me."

His puppet was a divine artifact bestowed upon him, and its sudden disobedience and attack could only mean one thing—

The gods are doing it themselves.

All doubts about Celia vanished instantly.

However, the puppet's attack did not stop. In a flash, it closed in, its weapon condensing immense magic and corruption. Not a single bit of this energy leaked out; it all converged and blasted the deep-sea leader away.

The stronger the mage, the more they need to control the range of their magic and spell output, especially in one-on-one combat.

A sorcerer whose spells can cause terrifying destruction will definitely be no match for a sorcerer of the same rank who can compress their destructive power to the size of a fist.

This is a difference in control.

Celia glanced furtively to the side, at the spot where Ross had been standing, and found that Ross was no longer there.

She realized what was happening.

"Although I don't quite understand the process, the result is that Lord Ross successfully controlled the Deep Sea Boss's puppet and used it to beat him up."

As Celia stated, it was Ross who controlled the puppet. However, to control a puppet possessing fragments of another's divine essence, the divine essence itself required consent.

While Cyria was facing the pressure of the sixth order, Ross was having a friendly conversation with Ethel, which is how he was able to take control of her divine fragments.

The connection between the sorcerer and the puppet may be unbreakable for the sorcerer, but only the deity corresponding to the divine fragment has the highest authority to operate the puppet.

Ethel has now authorized Ross with this highest level of operational authority.

Celia slowly relaxed and watched this scene with pleasure.

She discovered that Ross even shared the energy usage during the battle with her.

She then discovered that when Ross controlled the puppet to use magic, he was even consuming the deep-sea leader's magic power.

Ambidextrous fighting is an example of this.

boom!
With a deafening roar that kept the aftershocks contained within a certain range, the deep-sea leader was slammed into the metal of the ground.

The seemingly indestructible metal floor was smashed, leaving a deep crater.

"puff!"

The deep-sea leader spat out a mouthful of black blood and looked at the puppet in panic.

He crawled back two steps and shouted at Celia, "My God, I am of the greatest use to you while I am alive. If you want a sacrifice, I will go outside and catch one right now. There are many, many lackeys of the Holy Court outside, and they are all excellent sacrifices."

Celia had a cool expression on her face. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly paused and looked at the three people who had suddenly appeared at the entrance of the space.

At this moment, the three men also looked at her, dumbfounded.

These three are none other than Lord Connor, Blake, and Melina.

Previously.

After Blake contacted the Holy Lord to explain the situation, the Holy Lord cut off contact after saying a few words.

Not long after, the figure of the Holy Lord descended from the sky and punched Blake into the stone slab, creating a huge crater.

Melina raised her hands in surrender: "The most important thing now is to find Celia. We can talk about other things later."

The Holy Lord withdrew his fist from Melina's face and helped Blackla up to inquire about the situation.

The two dared not delay and quickly informed the Holy Lord of the situation. The Holy Lord pondered for a moment, "Unless instantly killed by a sixth-tier mage, it's impossible for there to be no trace of combat. Instant killing wouldn't activate teleportation; having time to activate the badge would inevitably leave traces, so—"

He looked at the spot where she had disappeared: "There's only one possibility: Celia activated the teleportation, but didn't teleport back, or rather, teleported to somewhere else."

Blake went to pull the sorcerer who was reporting over.

Upon hearing the Holy Lord's answer, he was taken aback. "Absolutely not...maybe it's possible."

The Holy Lord's gaze was dangerous, and the sorcerer immediately changed his tune.

"Can it be traced back?" the Holy Lord asked.

"I can't do it alone; I need help from others."

Teleportation spells always leave traces, and erasing those traces is a very troublesome task.

"I brought it," the Holy Lord said calmly.

Before long, a group of people came running, tumbling and crawling, carrying a huge magical artifact.

With the spatial positioning confirmed, everyone's expressions quickly changed.

"The teleportation location isn't the camp, but... underground."

(End of this chapter)