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

Chapter 551 Loss
Both Boyce and the bishop looked helpless.

"The Twilight Cult is like this. They are different from other heretics. If they can't win, they will run away. They won't fight to the death. They are very troublesome."

"Yes, otherwise we would have wiped out the Twilight Cult here in Twilight Town long ago."

Both of them felt somewhat ashamed. Celia fought four mages of the same rank alone and easily defeated them, freezing them into ice sculptures. The only price she paid was a slightly dirty hem of her clothes.

Despite being outnumbered three to two, they not only failed to overwhelm the two opponents, but also managed to let them escape.

Boyce and the bishop were somewhat embarrassed.

Fortunately, Celia didn't linger there. She pointed to the four ice sculptures beside her and said, "These are the four fourth-tier heretics I captured alive. Bishop Flora, perhaps we can take them back for interrogation and maybe get information about other strongholds."

Flora glanced at Celia in surprise, then nodded: "Okay."

Looking at the underground space and the complex, eerie magic circle, Boyce couldn't help but ask, "Miss Celia, what's going on here? What kind of ritual is the Twilight Cult performing here?"

Celia said, "Most of the deathly aura in Twilight Town was caused by the Twilight Cult, but there's no need to worry now. I've destroyed their arrangements, but..."

Celia looked at the magic circle and shook her head: "This magic circle is too strong. I don't have the strength to destroy it. You guys see if you can destroy it. If you can't, please keep a close watch on it to prevent the Twilight Cult from making a comeback."

As she spoke, Celia muttered to herself.

If this still allows the Twilight Cult to rearrange the deathly aura, then the City of Dawn should be put to the test.

"Is it really undestroyable?" Boyce carefully examined the entire underground space. After thinking for a moment, he manipulated the puppet to step forward and launch an attack on the magic circle.

The ground trembled, and the magic circle trembled along with it, but there was no sign of it collapsing.

Celia said, "No matter how many attacks we launch, they can only smash a big hole in this place, exposing the magic array, but they can't destroy it. Lord City Lord, there's no need to try."

The city lord reluctantly retrieved the puppet.

He waved his hand, ordering his men to carry the four ice sculptures up, and then ordered them to carry the two magical artifacts back.

These two magical artifacts were not the work of gods, so they could be moved at will.

Celia didn't pay any attention to Boyce's actions. After chatting with Flora for a while and telling them what had happened down there, they returned to the ground together.

Although Celia told Flora and the others about the 'Ultra-Rare Puppet Heart', she did not bring it out.

After all, she could speak directly with the high-ranking officials of the Holy Court and had complete control over the spoils of war.

Furthermore, Celia didn't explain everything clearly, only saying that they were 'worshipping' the Heart of the Puppet, without specifying what attribute the Heart of the Puppet was.

The Heart of a mere puppet is not worth handing over.

After all, they didn't know the difference between the 'Ultra-Rare Puppet Heart' and the normal Puppet Heart.

After returning to the ground, Flora said, "Celia, would you like to help us take stock of our spoils? This base is an important stronghold of the Twilight Cult, and it contains a lot of good stuff."

Celia was somewhat tempted, but still shook her head: "Never mind, Bishop Flora, I have things to do, so I won't bother you any longer. You can handle it yourselves, after all, I didn't really do much."

“Not at all, we wouldn’t have found this place if it weren’t for Miss Celia’s guidance,” Boyce chuckled.

“I only did something insignificant,” Celia said modestly.

After chatting with the group, Celia bid farewell to everyone, left the stronghold, and flew towards the City of Dawn.

When she arrived at the River Styx, Celia saw that the Styx boatmen who had previously carried people on the river were nowhere to be found, and she didn't know where they had gone.

"They've probably all been arrested."

Celia shook her head.

"What a waste of my 1 gold coin."

She originally planned to come back and get the gold coins back after the matter was resolved.

She arrived a step too late. Celia was a little disappointed, but one gold coin didn't mean much to her now.

She carefully determined the direction and then flew towards Twilight Town.

"I haven't submitted the request to find that person yet. I need to go submit the request first!"

After most of the death energy was absorbed into the fragments of divinity, the darkness in the Twilight Graveyard had faded considerably, leaving only a small amount of death energy and some pollution still lingering, which had become thinner.

Even from the Twilight Cemetery area, you can still vaguely see Twilight Town, even though it's nighttime now.

After flying towards Twilight Town for a while, Celia arrived outside the town, jumped off her flying broom, and walked into Twilight Town.

"The Twilight Cult's stronghold has been cleared out. I wonder if the prayer activities in Twilight Town have been affected."

Celia was still somewhat bothered by the villagers' unusual prayer behavior.

"Given the current situation, there are two possibilities. The first is that they are 'outer' followers of the Twilight Cult, and the second is that they received help from the Hero Society and then unconditionally believed in the Hero Society's gods..."

Celia couldn't help but glance at Ross.

Although there is no concrete evidence, Celia believes that the god of the Hero Society must be Ross.

Even if it isn't, it still has some connection to Ross.

If the villagers of Twilight Town worship the mysterious god of the Heroic Order, then it doesn't matter how they pray and offer sacrifices.

It was already evening, and only a few scattered lights shone in the town of Dusk. Celia discovered that the blacksmith shop where she had taken the commission during the day was one of them.

Celia arrived at the door, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to knock.

knock knock --

"Hey, who is it so late at night?"

Zhi acridine~
The door opened, and the blacksmith, who had been out during the day, peeked out. He was taken aback when he saw that Celia had been re-disguised, and then quickly opened the door.

"Great, it's Miss Mercenary! So, have you found any clues?"

As he spoke, his eyes filled with anticipation as he looked behind Celia.

He looked disappointed when he saw that there was no one behind Celia.

"As expected, is it still not possible?"

Celia shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and then chose to tell the truth: "I'm sorry, when I found him, he had been eaten away by wild monsters and was left only as a skeleton."

"What?" The blacksmith collapsed to the ground, seemingly unable to accept the news.

Celia said, "This guy seems to have a good relationship with the boss, but... I'm sorry, it's too late for him."

The blacksmith's lips trembled, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a single sentence.

"Because, he... is my son."

Celia: "..."

No, you...

No wonder.

Celia hesitated, then chose to remain silent, watching the blacksmith sit on the ground, pounding his chest and sobbing loudly.

Celia was at a loss, and as Old Deng burst into tears, she didn't know what to do.

"...I should have refused this reward."

(End of this chapter)