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

Chapter 624 The final counterattack
"Are they treating the Temple of Resurrection as a lifeline?"

Celia looked at the members of the Deadwood who were secretly heading to the Temple of Resurrection, somewhat puzzled.

"What exactly is the relationship between this Temple of Resurrection and the Elven Royal Court?"

Surely the Elven race can't have been taken over by the Temple of Resurrection?
Celia shook her head, feeling that her idea was a bit outrageous.

It's unlikely that it could be controlled by the Temple of Resurrection.

Celia felt that, given the current state of the Temple of Resurrection, they were most likely the culprits behind the release of the contamination.

As a result, the elves regarded the place that caused the disaster as a treasure, and whenever they encountered any life-threatening situation, they would lead their people to seek help from the Temple of Resurrection.

"It might be some kind of cooperation, such as bringing the life element of the Sacred Tree to the Temple of Resurrection, and then the Temple of Resurrection helping to heal the wounded."

Celia thought to herself.

This operation was much faster than sending Lana and the others to the Temple of Resurrection, because time was of the essence.

At this point, only four fifth-tier and one sixth-tier member of the Deadwood were still alive; these were the sorcerers stationed within the Sacred Tree.

In addition, there were fifth-tier mages from other places, as well as some fourth-tier mages who could withstand the attacks.

They rushed over quickly as well.

Because they are far from the Sacred Tree, sorcerers in other areas dissipate much more slowly than those within the Sacred Tree area.

When they all arrived outside the Temple of Resurrection, Celia could see that there were also fourth-tier mages from other places, and a man with a stick-like appearance.

Finally, about thirty people entered the Temple of Resurrection together, requesting the help of Ze Lislin, the lord of the Temple of Resurrection. The Elf King did not come along; he had many other matters to attend to, but he sent Louis along to keep an eye on things.

Ze Lissolin was also interested in the situation, but after looking at it, she shook her head: "I'm sorry, we can't treat their condition."

Disola noticed something amiss in Ze Lissolin's expression and couldn't help but ask, "It seems that Lady Ze Lissolin knows something?"

Ze Lissolin said, "It's not that we know anything, it's just that this is the power acting on the Sacred Tree. This form of power is beyond our ability to solve. Unless you open the Sacred Tree to us for research, there might be a chance to figure it out."

Without consulting the Elf King, Louis shook his head and rejected Ze Lissalind's proposal.

Are you kidding me? The sacred tree is far more important than the dead tree.

Let the Temple of Resurrection research the Sacred Tree; the Elven race might as well just take the name of the Temple of Resurrection.

Neither Desola nor the many elves who came rejected the proposal.

They were not ordinary elves; they were all professionally trained assassins, extremely loyal to the Elf King and the Sacred Tree. Even though the Sacred Tree was now withdrawing their power, they would not harbor any rebellious thoughts against it.

Ze Lissolin shook her head: "Then there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry, the Temple of Resurrection has been busy lately because of the pollution issue and doesn't have the resources to help you solve this problem. At most, I can only help you live a little longer."

Louis said, "That's fine, every little bit helps."

Ze Lissolin nodded, glancing at all the members of the Deadwood with a hint of disdain.

None of these possessed the vitality from the Sacred Tree and the Elf Forest; they were merely withered power filled with deathly energy. Perhaps the Twilight Cult would like them, but she disliked them entirely.

"Tsk, if it weren't for the agreement with the elves, I wouldn't want to waste my power to prolong your lives."

Celia was still watching when she saw Ze Lissolin extend everyone's lives. She couldn't help but ask, "Lord Ross, is there any hope for them?"

Ross glanced over and casually said, "It's hopeless. At most, it can last for a few more hours. When the time comes, he'll still die unless someone refines the sacred tree."

"Refine?"

"Only by completely controlling the sacred tree as a puppet can they be saved."

"What if someone gains control of the sacred tree?"

Celia proposed a hypothesis.

Ross smiled slightly: "Of course there is. Currently, besides the Elf God, there is another person who has a chance to control the Sacred Tree." "Who is it?"

"Your elven friend, Elena."

"Oh, her."

Celia suddenly realized, but wasn't surprised.

“You can consider other people’s guarantees as flags, but you can completely believe what I say,” Ross chuckled.

Celia didn't know what "flag" meant, but she nodded nonetheless.

While keeping an eye on the situation here, Celia treated herself.

The withered power, driven by the life elements, slowly peeled away its layers, clearing it from its body.

Before all the deadwood members vanished, Celia was certain that she could be fully healed.

“Now we need to consider a problem: the Elf King might send someone to assassinate me… No, even the Deadwood, our secret weapon, is in dire straits. The Elf King probably has no one else to use, right? She can’t possibly do it herself, can she?” Celia muttered.

Ross laughed and said, "Look among those who went back, is anyone missing?"

Celia was taken aback and quickly looked at the crowd returning from the Temple of Resurrection.

A moment later, she exclaimed in surprise, "That sixth-tier withered tree is gone? When did this happen? How come I didn't notice?"

"A sixth-tier assassin is not someone you can easily spot."

Ross said irritably.

Celia couldn't help but worry.

"Then I'm doomed. A sixth-tier... Even if I'm a sixth-tier with my power drained, I should still have a hard time escaping, especially since the opponent is a shadow mage skilled in assassination."

Ross nodded: "Generally speaking, yes, you can't stop them, but there are people who can."

“Lord Ross?” Celia blinked.

“No, I don’t need to intervene.” Ross looked at Celia and suddenly smiled: “Haven’t you ever wondered why the Holy Court hasn’t reacted at all after you’ve been purifying the Elven race for so long?”

Celia said, "I have thought about it, but apart from the initial contact, we haven't been in touch much since. It's like they're letting me do whatever I want. How am I supposed to know what their plans are?"

Celia felt that she was destined to be forever detached from politics, and when she thought about things, she found it difficult to consider the big picture.

"Just focus on recovering. You don't need to worry about that sixth-tier mage; someone will stop him for you."

"I see. I wonder who the Holy Court has sent to protect me? I'm just a mere fourth-rank official, they can't possibly send an archbishop to protect me, can they?"

……

Outside the watchful city.

Melina sat in a tree, reading intelligence messages coming from inside Ishtar.

"Interesting. Not long after Kumu assassinated Celia, problems arose. This is the consequence of harboring ill will towards Celia!"

Melina looked at the intelligence report with great interest.

"What an amazing way to die! They suddenly turn into specks of light and disappear without a trace. Some of the dead trees are still on their missions, dying on the spot during a fight, leaving their opponents stunned. How interesting."

"Did Disola leave? Heh, she seems to be heading towards Watcher's City. It seems this matter is indeed related to Celia. Do they want to kill Celia before they die?"

Melina slowly stood up.

"You really think you can succeed this time?"

(End of this chapter)