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

Chapter 498 Fire Spirit, Mad Dragon Island

Deep inside the volcano.

"President, a fight has broken out outside. Aren't we leaving?"

Pera has returned and is now with Raphael to protect Shalin.

"Don't worry about it, it's just the last day, just one more day."

A deep obsession flashed in Raphael's eyes.

"It can't be my imagination, my feeling is right, it's definitely his presence, it must be working..."

Pera looked at Raphael, hesitated, and after a moment, sighed softly.

Raphael looked very young, while she looked like an eighty-year-old woman.

But Pera knew that Raphael's lifespan was far longer than hers. She had aged slowly from childhood, while Raphael was like a god, eternally young, showing no signs of aging.

"If a fight breaks out outside, it might affect the ceremony."

“Whoever interferes, I’ll beat them up,” Raphael said without hesitation.

Pera was startled and quickly advised, "President, please think it over. If you make a move, those guys might find out."

Raphael nodded, took a deep breath, and said, "I know. Don't worry, I won't act unless absolutely necessary."

Pera breathed a sigh of relief.

Raphael asked casually, "How was it?"

Pera knew she was asking about her help, so she replied, "I helped Dragon Island find the altar of the Tower of Depths. However, they didn't do anything. They just investigated the Tower of Depths' intentions and then left."

Raphael's eyes flickered, then he shook his head: "If you try to negotiate with a tiger, Erina will pay the price."

As he spoke, Raphael slowly stood up.

"Pera, pack your things, get ready to leave."

Pera looked delighted. "Okay."

Although he didn't know why Raphael suddenly had this idea, he quickly took action, shutting down the magic circle and slowly guiding Shalin out.

Raphael said, "When you get back, please remind the Tower of the Fallen and Erinar not to go too far, otherwise, He... will not forgive them."

Pera nodded. "Okay."

Raphael vanished in a flash.

……

"No, their condition is not right."

Anke frowned, watching intently what was happening around the crater.

Celia turned around, puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"They are high-level mages; they shouldn't lose their minds so easily."

Celia nodded: "Generally speaking, that's true, but the legend of the fire spirit can make people break through their limits, which will definitely make them lose their minds."

“But it doesn’t have to be a suicide mission,” Anke said.

"What else could it be?" Celia chuckled. "It must be the Tower of the Fallen acting up again."

Anke's eyes widened: "Didn't we notify Dragon Island? Aren't they going to do anything? I remember Dragon Island being very efficient."

Celia shook her head, recalling Ross's words: "High efficiency doesn't mean they'll actually do things. What if they collude with heretics to harm these sorcerers from all over the world?"

Anke frowned: "That's impossible. Most of these sorcerers are from the Blue Dragon Empire, and only a few are from other empires."

She looked at the people outside the volcano: "Most of the audience are from other empires."

Most people from other countries knew better than to think they could escape the vast Blue Dragon Empire by stealing the Fire Spirit from Dragon Island.

Therefore, most people did not participate.

People around were discussing it, and they all thought that the way those mages were fighting over it was too barbaric, like wild beasts, and not like normal mages at all.

Celia's eyes flickered: "Perhaps this is how the Blue Dragon Empire is."

An Ke frowned, but after a moment, she sighed and said, "Forget it, we're too weak to join in the fun. After this, I need to work hard to advance. Only when I reach the fourth rank will I have the strength to protect myself."

Celia wholeheartedly agreed: "I think so too."

Just as they were chatting, the situation on Dragon Island Volcano changed again. All the mages standing at the crater, even those who didn't want to get caught up in the melee, were forced to join the chaotic battle for various reasons.

Sorcerers died frequently, their blood spilling out. The uncontrolled flesh and blood were absorbed by the fire spirit at the center, and a crimson hue slowly appeared on the fire spirit's pure fiery body.

The number of mages on the field slowly decreased, and their blood stained the volcanic ash red.

The sixth-tier mages were not in the fighting; they were hidden among the crowd, watching the battle unfold above.

The witch of love, Daisy, is one of them.

She stood on the observation deck outside the wall, silently watching the struggle above, a strange smile on her face.

"Heh, is Dragon Island so confident? Well then, let me show you an unexpected twist."

"That lord is far beyond the reach of a sorcerer like you who has only advanced a hundred years ago."

An invisible scent emanated from her and slowly diffused into the surroundings.

Soon, the smell was inhaled by everyone watching within a radius of several kilometers.

Beside them, a girl looked at the battle above with a sorrowful expression: "What a brutal battle, why fight?"

"A perfectly healthy person just died like that, how pitiful. Where is the Dragon Rider?"

"Why are the dragon riders indifferent? Why aren't they trying to stop it?"

"I want to find the Dragon Knights and demand an explanation!"

Numerous comments circulated among the onlookers.

Some people gradually became agitated.

They saw a passing dragon rider guard and immediately rushed up to him, shouting for the dragon rider to stop the battle.

These people included sorcerers and ordinary people, and large groups of people gradually became chaotic because of these remarks.

The unfortunate dragon rider guard was somewhat flustered as he was pushed and shoved by the crowd.

Just then, a stone, seemingly out of nowhere, hit him on the head. He couldn't help but shout angrily, "Who is it?"

He was met with countless fists.

"You still dare to speak?"

"Beat him up! Make him rush off to stop the fight!"

The dragon rider guards were overwhelmed by the crowd.

The same thing happened in all the areas behind the wall.

The witch of love, Daisy, stood in the crowd, but the crowd seemed to unconsciously ignore her, avoid her, and become restless.

She stretched out her hand, made a delicate pinky gesture, and held it in front of her eyes, then suddenly chuckled.

"The power of love."

……

"It's getting chaotic."

"How scary, the human world is so scary, Miaolan wants to go home."

The two catgirls, Meow White and Meow Blue, looked pale as they stared at the suddenly chaotic crowd.

Even from a great distance, it still had a huge impact on them.

Not only them, but Celia and Anko also stood up.

"Such a bizarre disturbance... the Tower of the Fallen has mobilized." Anke frowned. "What exactly are they trying to do?"

Celia's gaze was deep: "They...want to send people in to their deaths."

"what?"

Anke was stunned.

She saw the rioting crowd break through the entrances and exits of the wall and rush into the volcanic area.

They couldn't withstand the immense suction force of the fire spirit and were all pulled into the crater and onto the fire spirit.

(End of this chapter)