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

Chapter 633 Lighting Ceremony
Enthusiastic crowds have appeared in the town square in Mandela, which is now packed with people.

All the town's guards, as well as the mercenaries from the Elf Sorcerer Guild and even the Mercenary Guild, were temporarily hired by Ocam to help maintain order and prevent riots and stampedes.

At this point, it had only been about an hour since Celia arrived in Mandela Town.

Fortunately, the town is not very large. Including all the tourists, there are only tens of thousands of people. Not everyone comes here. Many people choose to leave when they see so many people crowding the square, or go to watch from nearby trees or houses.

When Celia appeared, the entire square erupted in cheers.

It felt like some kind of divine celebration or ritual; Celia even sensed a strange power forming within her.

Ross's phantom appeared beside her, reached out and grabbed, and a faint golden light emerged, slowly condensing in his hand.

As Celia looked over, she had a vague feeling that this strange golden power was related to everyone's shouts.

“This is the power of faith,” Ross laughed. “The fact that faith exists means that everyone here admires you.”

Celia blinked, somewhat incredulous: "Is this the power of faith? How could it be condensed so easily?"

Do you think it's difficult to unite people?

"Hmm, it must be difficult. I've seen those cults make people pray for eight hours a day or something just to squeeze out a little bit of faith power..."

Ross said calmly, "That's the lowest level of faith power, it's been corrupted by demonic energy. This method relies on corruption to keep believers from leaving you, constantly generating faith power. Although it's rubbish, its advantages are obvious. Faith power can be extracted and used by anyone, and there's no need to maintain the persona of a god. You probably don't even know what kind of messed up image believers have of you in their minds when they're praying."

"The faith they have developed from their fanatical worship because of your salvation is basically one of the pure forces of faith. As long as you can maintain this fanaticism, when you become a god, you will be able to transform these people into fanatical believers and continuously produce the purest forces of faith."

"Maintain the frenzy?"

Celia fell into deep thought.

Ross laughed and said, "Maintaining this relationship won't be easy. If you save them for a while, they'll only be grateful for that time, and that gratitude will fade over time. But if you keep saving them, they'll take your salvation for granted, and taking things for granted won't generate any faith."

"Is it that difficult?" Celia blinked. Just thinking about it made her realize how difficult it would be to maintain such fervor. Given her personality, she estimated that if she kept it up, it would turn into taking things for granted and eventually become a case of gratitude turning into resentment.

"Of course it's difficult. Otherwise, why would those gods abandon such pure faith to do other messy things, and almost never directly help believers? Oh, they will help occasionally, performing a few miracles to keep believers hanging on."

Ross chuckled as he spoke.

"The method of becoming a god is unstable because the strength of one's faith fluctuates. It's not as good as my method."

"Lord Ross's method..." Celia hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help asking out of curiosity, "What is Lord Ross's method of becoming a god?"

Ross said, "Stacked values."

Celia: "?"

"As long as you can use divine power, your combat strength is almost the same as that of a god, and you can choose whether or not to use the power of faith... wait, you are a god."

"Uh……"

Well, Celia felt even more confused.

Fortunately, she wasn't Benovia, so she quickly put the matter out of her mind.

Feel the fervor of the people in the square and around me.

Celia didn't speak. After the frenzy subsided a little, she flew upwards until she could overlook the entire city.

It's about three or four hundred meters away. At that distance, people with poor eyesight probably can't see it clearly.

Fortunately, they quickly realized what was happening.

A powerful, divine light emanated from Celia. Within this divine light, strange energy seemed to flicker.

But no one can feel it.

Because that was divine power that Ross gathered by drawing upon external magic.

Under the divine light, everyone below, including those watching from outside or those who remained inside their rooms, felt warmth.

Some people who hadn't come out saw the sacred light emanating from outside and also came out, either at the door or the window, looking up at the figure in the sky.

Celia closed her eyes slightly, her brows furrowed, and a pale expression appeared on her face.

Ross is activating a ritual to encircle the Elf Forest, which requires a massive amount of magic power. Even for Celia, who has experienced the Deep God Realm three times, it is becoming too much for her.

This was after Ross used a large amount of external magic; if he hadn't, Celia would have been drained of it instantly.

Under the cover of the purification spell's light, the entire city faintly emitted a fluorescent glow.

If you look down from 10,000 meters above the ground, you can see strange streaks of light starting from Mandela Town and gradually illuminating many cities outside and inside the Elf Forest.

Of course, it can only be seen at night. Now it's daytime, and the faint fluorescence seems to be just a scattering of sunlight, without causing any reaction from others.

Ross flew to a higher altitude and looked at the faint light that appeared in the distance.

These places all bear his warning marks. Although these marks cannot monitor the surroundings or do anything, he can detect anyone who discovers the magic circle ritual and tries to interfere with it immediately.

He was waiting to see if the King of Gods, or Haroldius, the god of life and death, would discover it.

No deity other than the chief god could detect his arrangements; only gods of higher rank could discover them.

"I wonder if any fish will come up when I put this net down," Ross thought to himself.

Unfortunately, until the magic circle ritual was successfully activated and the light gradually faded, he did not sense anyone triggering the ritual, nor did he sense any spying from Celia's side.

"Judging from this, Haroldias's condition is probably not good; perhaps he's in a deep sleep?"

Ross pondered for a moment, then continued to sense the surroundings, but after sensing nothing, he had no choice but to return.

At this point, Celia's purification ritual had also ended.

Her face was pale, as if she had been undergoing purification treatment in the City of Watchers.

That was the worst purification she had ever experienced in terms of mental state; her current state is even worse.

Seeing Ross's phantom descend, Celia said, "Lord Ross, I... can we leave? I don't want everyone to see me like this."

Ross nodded: "The matter is settled, let's go."

"it is good!"

So Celia happily ran away.

Below, countless people eagerly awaited.

However, after waiting for a long time, they still didn't see Celia come down. It wasn't until Ockham couldn't help but send people up to check that they found no trace of Celia and realized that she had quietly left.

Everyone was stunned.

(End of this chapter)