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

Chapter 670 Creating a big news story right under someone's nose?

"Celia seems... quite familiar with this place?"

Following the guidance of the Deathbeard, the two entered the former core stronghold of the Deadwood Organization. Celia, as if she had been there before, skillfully led Phil to avoid the various traps hidden inside.

Today, although this place is not abandoned, it lacks maintenance because it was a place for researching the power of the Withered faction. However, after Ross used his divine power to make the Sacred Tree reclaim the power of the Withered, resulting in the death of all high-level Withered faction sorcerers, the Elf King abandoned the research on the power of the Withered.

Until they figure out how 'Celia' managed to reclaim all the withered power, the Elven Royal Court will likely stop training sorcerers of this special faction.

Although this faction's power is terrifying, it comes at a great cost. Before the emergence of a 'natural enemy,' they could bear this cost, but now that they have a suspected 'natural enemy' named Celia, they naturally will not continue their research.

After all, the high-level units were wiped out and the low-level units were crippled; the cost was considerable.

Therefore, this secret area beneath the sacred tree gradually fell into disrepair.

Perhaps in the future, when the Elven Kingdom recovers from the calamity, it will make use of this place again.

But now, there's almost no one here.

Guided by the Death's Beard, Celia gradually realized that the guidance pointed directly to the central area beneath the Sacred Tree.

There, Celia witnessed Soles communicating with the sacred tree and witnessed the tree wither completely.

However, back then it was a cinematic experience, but now it's a real-life manifestation.

To be honest, Celia felt a little scared looking at the passageway in front of her.

"This is my first time here too, but I'm good at seeing through magic arrays."

Celia replied casually, then continued to sense the surrounding magic array to see if there were any other traps.

Phil looked ahead and murmured, "I wonder how much longer we have to go. I've heard that the pollution on the ground comes from five thousand meters below the surface. Are we going to keep going like this?"

"There shouldn't be any path leading that deep into the area. We're almost there. Be careful, there might still be elves active here."

Phil tilted his head, somewhat puzzled: "The place we came in from isn't far from the Sacred Tree. Judging from the direction, we should be near the base of the Sacred Tree, right? There are many forks in the road here, and they all look like secret outposts carved out by humans, like magic laboratories or something. Why have we walked for so long and still not seen anything?"

Celia chuckled: "Of course it's because of me."

"So that's how it is. It was Celia who avoided all the elves. I thought this place had been abandoned."

No, this place is currently abandoned; the Elven Royal Court doesn't have time to rebuild it.

Celia thought to herself.

They proceeded cautiously, and after a short while, the two successfully arrived at the central area.

There was a very unsettling magical energy emanating from this place.

Celia frowned slightly, sensing a faint sense of familiarity from the magical fluctuations, and soon she knew what it was.

This is the withering element.

Phil also sensed this peculiar element.

A strange look appeared on her face.

"So, how do you feel about this special element?" Celia asked.

"Hmm... I don't feel anything, it seems like it can be absorbed by the Death's Whisper."

As Phil spoke, he took out the Deathbeard.

The Beard of Death emitted a faint gray glow, and the surrounding magic slowly began to stir, then surged into the Beard of Death.

A surge of magic, imbued with withered elements, caused the Death's Beard to seem to begin to take root and sprout.

Phil threw it into the air, and as if breaking free of its restraints, the Deathbeard began to absorb everything and spread outwards.

Faintly, the Death's Whisper was forming the shape of a 'door'.

The immense magical energy fluctuations caused the surrounding area to tremble slightly.

The roots of the sacred tree seemed to have undergone some strange change.

Upon seeing this, Celia's expression changed.

"Damn it, the Elven Royal Court on the Sacred Tree couldn't possibly miss this commotion. They should be here soon. Phil, quickly disguise yourself."

Phil nodded. "Okay." She paused, then touched her cheek. "Wait a minute, we're in disguise right now."

"Disguise yourself as an elf, quick!"

"Huh? Okay."

Although he didn't know what Celia was planning to do, Phil thought about it and decided to listen to her.

A moment later, a beautiful silver-haired elf appeared before Celia.

Celia sighed and rubbed her forehead.

It seems Phil still really likes white hair.

Muttering to herself, she also transformed into the appearance of 'Miss Xi'.

During this time, Elena often mentioned to her how much importance 'Miss Xi' received within the Elf King's court, and the Elf King even paid special attention to her from time to time.

Elena could tell that the Elf King wanted to win over 'Miss Xi' and have her keep her in check, so as to prevent her from becoming too powerful and affecting the Elf King's plans for her.

Elena responded with a mocking attitude.

The reason why Celia is now in the form of the elf 'Xi' is naturally to avoid a direct fight if the people from the Elf Royal Court break in later.

She didn't know how long it would take for the Death's Whisper to condense, but she could delay it as much as possible.

"Don't say anything later, just listen to my instructions," Celia instructed Phil.

Phil nodded.

Not long after, magical fluctuations came from outside, indicating that someone was rushing over and had no time to conceal the magical fluctuations.

Without a second thought, Celia knew that the people from the Elven Royal Court had arrived.

After all, this is beneath the sacred tree.

"Hurry! It's just ahead!"

"Isn't this the old headquarters of the Deadwood clan? What on earth happened?"

"Is the sacred tree going to wither?"

"Shut up!"

"..."

As the voices were heard, a group of people rushed in from outside.

Celia looked over.

Yes, I don't know any of them.

However, there was one document she had seen.

He was an elven elder.

There was a disturbance beneath the sacred tree. In any case, the Elven Royal Court would not send only lowly mages; they would definitely send powerful mages.

No matter what happens to the Elven race, there will always be at least one sixth-tier mage stationed at the Sacred Tree. At this moment, the Sacred Tree naturally has more than one mage, but he just arrived faster.

Others are also watching the situation here, and will rush over quickly if anything goes wrong.

After the elven elder rushed in, he saw Celia and Phil standing in the underground space.

Around them, the roots of some sacred trees were swaying, caused by a surge of magical energy that created a wind.

Between the two was a slowly forming 'door,' a 'door' constructed from something resembling withered tree branches.

The elven elder glanced at the door first, then looked at Celia, his expression one of surprise, followed by ecstasy.

"Miss Xi, it's you!"

Whether it was her imagination or not, Celia felt that the elder seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief in his tone.

(End of this chapter)