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

Chapter 543 Old Enemies

Why are you the only one here?

The boatman, who claimed to be the ferryman of the River Styx, was stunned when he saw Celia on the shore.

"Should I cross the river alone?" Celia asked, crossing her arms.

If I remember correctly, the Styx Ferrymen were actually members of the Twilight Cult.

Their continued presence indicates that the Twilight Cult is still active within the organization.

Since we're already here, why not destroy all the Twilight Cult's strongholds? Who knows, the root cause of the pollution anomalies in the Twilight Town area might just be the Twilight Cult's strongholds?

The Styx ferryman hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "It is our duty to guide beings who yearn for the other side. Get on board."

Celia jumped onto the boat and tossed a gold coin over.

The Styx boatman took the oars and slowly rowed the boat, pushing through the waves and heading towards the opposite bank.

This time, Celia did nothing to the Styx Ferryman.

It's not a good time to alert them.

After successfully reaching the other side, Celia looked ahead at the road that stretched to the end of the mist, and then looked to the other side at the area inhabited by ghosts.

"Speaking of which, I wonder if the Ghost Fruit is ripe yet. Let's go check it out."

Celia turned and disappeared into the nearby dense forest, quickly arriving at the location of the Ghost Fruit, where she saw the Ghost Fruit tree bearing many fruits.

At that moment, a powerful ghost was guarding the fruit tree. Celia saw it reach out its little hand to touch a ghost fruit, and it seemed as if drool was dripping from the corner of its mouth.

Seeing this, Celia didn't hold back and gave it a good beating before happily putting all the ghost fruits into her spatial ring.

Seeing the little ghost's pitiful expression, she thought for a moment, left behind an unripe ghost fruit, and drifted away.

"Oh dear, I actually left a fruit for it. I'm so kind."

Celia hummed.

Ross glanced at the Ghost Fruit Tree, which bore only one fruit, and fell into deep thought.

Has this girl's definition of kindness started to become distorted?
The Ghost-Ghost Fruit was just a minor incident.

Celia returned to the main road and continued along it, soon arriving at a pagan stronghold that resembled a small village.

"If I remember correctly, is this the same place we visited last time?"

Celia's eyes lit up as she crept closer. She quickly dismantled the stronghold's magic circle, then, after sensing it, said with disappointment, "It doesn't have a self-destruct function anymore. How could they abandon such a fine tradition!"

"Not only is the self-destruction gone, but the magic circle can no longer confine the people inside. They can run out at will, and even their offensive capabilities are gone, leaving only a defensive function."

The girl pouted, somewhat disappointed.

Just as she was considering whether to destroy the heretical stronghold, a voice came from behind.

"who are you?"

Celia turned around and saw a familiar figure staring at her, slowly walking over.

"Suna?"

Celia looked at the newcomer in surprise. It was none other than Suna, who had lost her memory after being blown up by Vera of the Arctic Blood Alliance in the Northern Alliance.

"you know me?"

Suna frowned, feeling that the plain-looking girl in front of her looked somewhat familiar.

Celia's eyes darted around, and she secretly modified her disguise spell. Then she took out her staff, watched as Suna slowly stepped forward, summoned the puppet, and stood ready for battle.

Suna stopped a few meters away from Celia, about to say something, when suddenly her eyes narrowed.

“I remember you, you’re the little brother I met in Costa City.”

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

Celia chuckled: "I didn't expect your memories to have returned. What a pity."

Suna was about to say something when she suddenly paused, "How do you know I have memory loss?"

"you guess?"

Celia took out her flying broom and flew straight into the base.

Then, before Suna could enter, the stronghold's magic circle was activated, forming a barrier to block her advance.

The familiar manipulation of the magic circle slowly brought back painful memories of her past. Although the 'little boy' in front of her was not Mir, their images gradually overlapped.

In a daze, she recalled the unusual thing she noticed when she first met 'Mir'.

At that time, she had doubts about whether 'Mir' was really Mir.

Later, in the Northern League, due to memory loss, she spent some time with the real Mil.

The attitude and reaction that Mir showed were completely different from that of the thug who acted recklessly in the stronghold and did not take her, a fourth-level being, seriously at all.

At this moment, Celia rekindled her memories, allowing her to quickly merge the image of the person who destroyed the stronghold with Celia's current disguise.

Suna's anger surged to its peak in an instant.

Black flames covered her fist.

"Trying to run? You think you can escape this time?!"

boom!
The fist slammed into the protective array of the stronghold, startling everyone inside.

The guards at the outpost rushed over, but were stunned when they saw that the attacker was Suna.

"Lady Suna, you..."

"Quickly activate the magic circle; enemies have broken into the stronghold," Suna said coldly.

While speaking, she kept moving, continuously bombarding the magic circle.

The magic array at this stronghold was not very strong. Under the relentless bombardment, ripples appeared in no time, and it slowly became shaky and on the verge of collapse.

When her subordinates heard what she said, they rushed to report, only to be told that the door could not be opened.

"Hmph, a bunch of useless trash, hurry up and find that little boy!" Suna snorted angrily.

boom!
A crack appeared in the magic circle.

News of her attack on the magic circle quickly spread throughout the entire stronghold. Upon learning that someone had broken in, the entire stronghold began to mobilize.

Someone shouted, "Found him! The boy is in the center of the village!" Everyone quickly converged on the center of the village.

Boom boom boom!
Suna slammed her fist violently against the magic array barrier.

The cracks in the barrier grew larger and larger, and then...

boom!
With a soft thud, it shattered with a deafening roar.

Without hesitation, Suna rushed into the stronghold and quickly reached the center.

She was stunned when she saw what was happening in the center.

Everyone was frozen in place, still in the forward-rushing posture.

People from all directions bowed forward, as if they were worshipping the petite figure in the center.

Celia looked up at Suna and smiled slightly: "You're so slow."

Suna was filled with doubt and surprise, "You..."

Celia snorted, "What? You're allowed to reach the fourth rank, but I'm not?"

Suna's eyes quickly regained their composure.