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

Chapter 669 Guidance, Familiar Entrance
The wave of pollution is not coming from one direction, but from all directions.

Soon, the wave rushed over, and the thief who was slowly picking the lock below was the first to be hit, directly by the contaminated wave.

His face turned green instantly.

He immediately abandoned the hacking device and turned to run back the way he came.

Celia shook her head.

"He was just one minute away from opening the door and going inside to hide. Going back now would mean more than just one minute of trouble."

Phil was watching too, a look of hesitation on her face.

She looked up at Celia: "Celia, should I save him?"

"Either is fine," Celia said indifferently. "Follow your heart."

After a pause, Celia seemed to remember something and said with interest, "Speaking of which, if at this moment you suddenly sensed the appearance of a divine relic, and that relic only appeared for a few minutes, and if you chose to save the thief during those few minutes, you would lose the connection, would you choose to search for the divine relic or save the person?"

"Huh? This, this..."

Phil was stunned.

Her brain started working.

A moment later, Celia vaguely saw Phil's brain overload, his head smoking—

Oh, that's a wave of pollution.

Ross nodded approvingly. "Well done, Celia."

Celia rolled her eyes discreetly.

As expected of the Evil God, he actually thought of such a strange question.

"Why didn't Lord Ross ask me that question?" Celia asked curiously.

"Because you'll choose divine relics, take them, and then see if the other party is dead or not. If they're not, you'll try to save them," Ross chuckled.

Celia's kindness is reserved only for the righteous; she never shows mercy to the wicked.

“You can also ask me, what if an honest person encountered this situation?” Celia blinked.

Ross said irritably, "Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

Celia chuckled.

The answer in her mind, of course, was that ordinary people wouldn't go looking for trouble, knowingly running out into danger.

Her principle for dealing with those who escape is to make them pay the price for their curiosity, find the divine relics first, and then check if they are dead.

You can't reason with a damned ghost; she won't hold a grudge even after she's dead.

As for Phil, Celia had no idea what she was thinking.

However, seeing that the other person's brain was overloaded, she finally reminded them, "Stop thinking about it, or that person will go crazy. You don't have a choice to make right now."

"Huh? Oh, right."

Phil finally recovered from the overload.

She hurried over, and Celia followed.

Soon, the two arrived at the place where they had started, where the sorcerer was knocking on the door.

Unfortunately, the hotel I was staying at did not plan to open.

He then began using magic to bombard the inn's doors.

The large tree where the hotel was located began to shimmer with light.

Phil was about to step forward to stop her, but Celia held him back.

Turning back, Celia said, "The guards are here, ignore them."

Phil was taken aback, then saw a squad of guards rushing over from a distance, quickly capturing the thieving sorcerer who was losing his mind and taking him away.

The two watched the guards depart, and Celia patted Phil on the shoulder. "See? The Elven Royal Court must have many precedents for this kind of thing. I must say, they arrived quite quickly." Phil nodded. "Alright, looks like I don't need to do anything."

"Let's go find the divine relics as soon as possible."

“Well, let’s go, but speaking of which…” Phil paused, a look of confusion on his face, “Didn’t you say it’s dangerous at night? What’s the danger?”

Celia said irritably, "Of course it's these waves of pollution."

Phil looked bewildered: "It's not dangerous."

“Nonsense, of course it’s not dangerous for you or me.” Celia said speechlessly, “The danger of the Elf King’s City should refer to the fact that they close the magic circle at night and open it again the next day to save resources.”

As she spoke, Celia said with some disappointment, "I thought it was some terrible danger, but it turns out it's just opening the door to let in the wave of pollution."

Pollution becomes highly active at night, requiring more magic and resources to maintain the barrier array.

The Elven Royal Court probably felt that maintaining the barrier at night was too wasteful, so they specifically sent people back before nightfall, then closed the barrier, letting the pollution run rampant, and then reopened the barrier the next day.

The current pollution concentration is not as high as it was at the beginning, and even a first-tier mage can move around in the pollution for a period of time during the day.

However, it only lasts for a period of time; if it continues for too long, it will invade the body.

The Elven Royal Court's method of saving resources is acceptable, but it's puzzling why they only say that the night is dangerous, instead of explicitly stating that they will shut down the barrier array at night. This is rather strange.

Celia didn't think much of it and simply sent a message to Elena, asking her directly.

However, the other party seemed to be very busy and did not reply.

Celia didn't pay any attention and looked at Phil: "Alright, Phil, let's look for the location of the divine relics. Could it be related to the pollution that appeared in the Elf King's City at night?"

Phil said, "It's possible, I'll give it a try."

The two randomly found a tree, stood on its top, and Phil closed his eyes, slowly absorbing the surging waves of pollution around him.

Beside her, Celia saw that, as Phil absorbed the energy, the previously fused [Death's Beard] emerged from her chest and slowly floated in front of her.

A wisp of mysterious power emerged from her body and entered the [Beard of Death]. Slowly, the light emanating from the [Beard of Death] pointed in one direction.

Phil opened his eyes, looked at the [Death's Beard], and said, "The direction the key is pointing should be where we need to go."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

As she got closer, Celia's expression gradually became strange.

Because the direction indicated by the [Death's Beard] was exactly the entrance to the underground of the Sacred Tree that she had seen through the camera that Ross had added to Thores, a member of the Deadwood Organization.

When the guidance of the "Beard of Death" stopped under a seemingly withered tree, Celia confirmed that the "Beard of Death" was indeed pointing to the former underground entrance of the Deadwood Organization.

Phil looked at the withered tree in front of him, somewhat puzzled. "Could this tree be a relic of the gods?"

Celia said, "Of course not, this is a hidden entrance."

As she spoke, Celia stepped forward and, following the method Soles had used in her memory, opened the hidden entrance.

Seeing this, Ross said irritably, "Aren't you afraid that using this method to open the door will be discovered by the Elven Royal Court?"

"Ah? This..." Celia was startled and immediately became nervous: "No way, I... I'm sorry, Lord Ross, they..."

"Don't worry, I didn't find anything. But be careful next time, don't be so careless." Ross shook his head.

"Ok."

Celia breathed a sigh of relief.

She opened the door so quickly because she wanted to show off in front of Phil.

She turned around and, sure enough, saw Phil's astonished expression.

"Well, it was very enjoyable, but I should definitely be more careful next time."

The girl warned herself in her heart.

(End of this chapter)