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

Chapter 515 Celia actually did this just to show off...

After witnessing the ways of the Tower of the Fallen on Dragon Island, Celia disliked this heretic even more than she disliked the Deep Sea Aid Society, though only slightly less so than the Arctic Blood Alliance that had frozen a town.

But they're all equally deserving of death.

The Tower of Depravity is a heretical sect. They took the blame from Celia and the Blue Dragon government simply to prove themselves and, incidentally, recruit these rescued mercenaries as members.

The Dragon Island incident is over. If they can still plot something for the Blue Dragon Empire after losing two generals, then Celia will give them a thumbs up.

Whatever they want to do, now that we've encountered them, there's no reason for us to let them go.

Celia did not kill him directly.

She chose to use purification magic to first dispel the pollution from them, to see if they were innocent people who had been bewitched, or incurable heretics.

The two can be distinguished after the pollution has dissipated.

After the former is purified, they will realize that they have been bewitched and choose to reveal the whole plan. As for the latter, because the pollution has penetrated to the bone marrow, they are beyond saving. The purification spell can kill them half to death.

Apart from the leader, a third-tier mage, the rest of the group were all first or second-tier mages. Under the light of the purification spell, they couldn't even reach Celia before collapsing to the ground, struggling in agony.

Even that third-tier mage was about the same; he had no way to launch an effective attack on Celia.

Before long, everyone except the leading third-tier mage fell to the ground.

Celia approached the third-tier heretic and used her staff to cast a purification spell directly on his forehead.

Soon enough, the third-tier mage followed in his footsteps and fainted on the spot.

Celia examined their condition and shook her head: "They're all seasoned heretics, beyond saving. Just find a place to bury them."

After the pollution penetrates deep into the bone marrow and is dispelled, the body becomes extremely fragile and cannot withstand the power of the pollution again; otherwise, it will die instantly.

Even if you don't accept the power of pollution, you won't live long. At most three years, at least one month, you will die. There's no way to save you. You can only find a place to use as your own grave and then pass away peacefully.

Celia sighed and left them to remain unconscious on the spot.

The light from the purification spell had already attracted the attention of the guards, but they were busy fighting the mercenaries and had no chance to come over.

Celia was unhappy with the guards taking other people's things without permission, but it was best to hand the heretics over to them for processing.

Before the guards arrived, Celia quietly left and returned to the battleground between the fourth-tier sorcerer and the witch.

The witch, who appeared so imposing when she entered the scene, is now disheveled and being chased and beaten by a fourth-tier mage.

The various potions caused some trouble for the fourth-tier mage, but not much.

In addition, the third-tier guards didn't just stand by and watch. Once they had gathered enough people, they formed a strange formation and would occasionally unleash a peculiar spell to attack the witch.

Celia recognized the form of the magic circle—

Dragon Language Magic!

Although its power is not as great as that used by Ryan and his wings, it is much stronger than that used by ordinary sorcerers.

In this situation, the witch is completely powerless to resist, and even with the abyssal demonic energy boost, she cannot defeat it.

The fourth-tier mage sneered, "It's fortunate that the mysterious apothecary left us the antidote, otherwise I would have been captured by you today. Surrender now, you rats in the gutter, you even dare to plot against the army, humph."

Celia looked towards the military camp and found that the battle inside had ended, and the mercenaries were attacking the magic circle.

She quietly opened the entrance for the mercenaries and let them out.

They soon saw the witch being overwhelmed, and just as everyone was about to rush over to help, Celia stood in front of them, her whole body shrouded in a white sorcerer's robe, and said calmly, "If you don't want to die, leave immediately. The battle there is not for you to participate in."

The mercenaries, looking at the adorable cat ears on the hood of Celia's sorceress robe, couldn't help but ask, "Are you really from the Tower of the Fallen?"

“I am not, she is. If you want to become the ‘puppet’ of the Tower of Depth, then help her, and I will help the guards get rid of you.”

Celia raised her hand, and under the mercenaries' watchful eyes, the flaw in the magic circle was restored.

The mercenaries exchanged glances, then performed the mercenary salute. "Thank you for rescuing us, young lady. May we ask your name so we can repay your kindness?"

"I don't need to know, I just can't stand the guards' behavior."

After saying that, Celia turned around, her aura changed, and she disappeared in a flash.

To maintain her high-class image, she begged Ross to possess her and use spatial magic to leave.

Contrary to her mysterious and pretentious appearance, in the mental space, she was like a kitten, cuddling with Ross.

After leaving, Celia regained control of her body and happily said, "Thank you, Lord Ross!"

Ross shook his head speechlessly.

"He's gone astray; he's even started showing off."

"Hehehe, it's all thanks to Lord Ross's excellent teaching~"

Ross glared at her, annoyed.

When did I teach you to be pretentious?

The mercenaries left, and the witch, having fought to the very end, was corrupted and eroded by demonic energy, losing her mind. In the end, she was blasted to death by the fourth-tier sorcerer and the guards, leaving not even ashes behind.

After the battle, everyone returned to the camp in high spirits. Upon learning that the mercenary had been rescued, the fourth-tier mage frowned slightly, but the joy of victory quickly dispelled his brow.

Killing a fourth-tier witch is far more exhilarating than dealing with a few insignificant mercenaries and a little bit of supplies.

At this moment, a guard captain came to report: "Sir, we found a group of unconscious people outside the camp. They are not mercenaries, but seem to be heretics who are rescuing the mercenaries."

"Not dead? Bring him in."

The team that rescued the mercenaries was tied up and taken to the camp. The third-tier mage slowly awoke, stunned for a moment, and then, sensing the complete disappearance of the corruption within his body, he panicked: "Power, my power..."

"Take him away and interrogate him thoroughly."

"Yes!"

At this moment, the captain in charge of stopping the mercenaries walked over, bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, sir, we couldn't stop those mercenaries."

"It's nothing." The fourth-tier mage was in a good mood after killing the witch and didn't care about that. He was more concerned about how these heretics had been captured: "Are these people really heretics? What happened to them?"

"They rescued the mercenaries, but they left quickly, and I don't know what happened. However, during the battle with the mercenaries, we saw a holy light shining outside the camp, which seemed to be a fluctuation of purification magic, but it was a little different from the purification magic we knew..."

The captain explained the situation and took out his bracelet to show the light he had recorded.

The fourth-tier mage frowned; he felt he had heard of this light, which resembled a purification spell, somewhere before.

After a moment's thought, he said, "You will guard the area yourselves from now on. I'll go back and report."

"As ordered!"

……

Midnight in Vanuatu.

The city lord got up in the middle of the night to read the battle report brought by the fourth-tier mage.

The witch's death pleased him, even though it wasn't his doing, but rather the work of a fourth-tier mage in the Blue Dragon Empire's army. Nevertheless, he could still claim some credit.

But the joy of this achievement vanished completely upon seeing that radiance.

The city lord's expression changed drastically: "This is a special purification technique from the Holy Court, the one that completely counters the Deep Sea Aid Society and played a significant role in annihilating them!"

"what?"

The two looked at each other, their expressions grave.

(End of this chapter)