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

Chapter 674 Phil's Wonderful Adventure

Unlike outside, the monsters spewed out here are not the kind of monsters born from pollution.

If it were Celia, she wouldn't really know how to deal with it either, but she certainly wouldn't be like Lana, ready to wipe them out instantly right away.

She would choose to send the puppet up to test the monster's strength before launching an attack.

However, even with caution, one might still suffer a great loss like Lana.

Thankfully, Rose was there.

Looking at Lana, who was still shaken, Celia said calmly, "These are special monsters born from the monster in front of us. They will make anyone who tries to attack them taste the pain of being attacked by their own magic, just like you did just now. To break this spell, either don't attack them indiscriminately, or use special life-related spells to break it."

Celia withdrew the life element that had appeared at her fingertips.

Lana was still shaken.

Even if the spell she just used wasn't a fifth-tier spell, it was still very powerful, designed to instantly kill these strange monsters.

Caught off guard, this attack is enough to give any mage of the same rank a run for their money.

In other words, if Celia hadn't broken the spell in time, she would have been strangled by countless vines.

Nature magic is named for its control, and within this control often lies each sorcerer's understanding of the spell, complementing other spells.

Lana's spellcasting style adds the strangulation blade to conventional binding spells, and the flowers she creates are also a spell that traps people in an illusion, used to weaken the enemy's defenses.

"Hug, sorry."

Lana apologized and looked at the slime-like monsters covered in strange tentacles with fear in her eyes.

Ross chuckled, "This elf almost turned into an elf x slime scenario."

"what is that?"

"Cough, they're nothing. Alright, let's stop them. Just use ice magic. They can't reverse defensive spells because they're not offensive."

“Okay.” Celia nodded and began to construct a V-shaped ice wall, allowing the 'slimes' to pass by on both sides without getting close to the two of them.

Seeing the 'slime' pass by them from both sides, instead of turning around and rushing back, it disappeared into the outer passage, which made Celia curious.

"What the hell are these?"

When they appeared, Ross only told Celia how to deal with these monsters, without telling her their names, origins, or other information.

“Germ,” Ross said.

"Huh? These are germs?" Celia was stunned.

"Yes, mortals inhale germs from the air and exhale them with every breath. Generally speaking, gods would not do this, and would not even need to breathe. However, in order to ensure the integrity of his body, Harodias allowed his remaining lungs to also perform the function of breathing, so that he could have a complete body after his recovery."

As Ross explained, he reached out and injected a rune into the monster's lungs.

Celia watched, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't.

After Ross finished, he chuckled and said, "I'm actually helping him. This method of recovery is a bit crude. If you're not careful, he could be contaminated and eroded, and then he won't be able to recover. I'm helping him stabilize his physical condition."

"is it?"

Celia blinked.

"You'll find out then; it shouldn't be long."

Celia glanced at Lana, who was also curiously staring at the monster in front of her, and wondered to herself:

"Is Lord Haroldius about to awaken?"

"Okay, go find the rest of the 'internal organs'. Phil might need my help."

"it is good."

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

When Phil emerged from the portal, he was greeted by a peculiar sight.

On one hand, the earth was withered, the vegetation was barren, and animal bones were everywhere.

On one side, life is vibrant, with lush vegetation and the sounds of animals calling everywhere.

These two starkly contrasting images were juxtaposed, as if one eye saw life and the other death. However, when Phil looked down at his own area, he found himself on the side representing death.

A faint element of death enveloped her.

She felt no discomfort at all; on the contrary, she felt a sense of warmth.

She paused for a moment, waiting for Celia.

But after waiting for several minutes, Celia still did not appear.

She was slightly taken aback. "Could it be that only those who can hear the voice of the gods can enter?"

She didn't know that Celia had gone to another place, and she couldn't help but worry about Celia, fearing that she wouldn't be able to escape the elven 'encirclement'.

She didn't know what Celia was doing; she only knew that Celia was disguising herself as an elf to 'deceive people.' If she accidentally exposed her, wouldn't she be in trouble?
But now is not the time to worry. She needs to find the divine relic as soon as possible and then go back to help Celia.

"This must be where Lord Haroldias kept his belongings. Hmm... I wonder where they are."

Although the death element area did not make Phil feel uncomfortable, she thought about it and still wanted to go and see the life element area.

Relics of life are definitely more useful to the Holy Court and to her than those of death—at least that's what she believes.

However, when she tried to cross the boundary between life and death and head to the prosperous area of ​​life elements, she encountered an obstacle.

She couldn't cross that dividing line. After trying for a moment, Phil gave up.

She looked into the distance and chose to move forward.

"Since I can't go, it means that Lord Harodias just wants me to obtain relics of the dead. In any case, they are relics of the gods, so I can't be greedy."

Phil stopped in front of an animal skeleton, squatted down, and reached out to touch it.

The surroundings suddenly changed, and a scene appeared.

"Why are you?"

"For that noblest ideal, to break free from the shackles of the Celestial Tree, to... defeat that most terrible enemy."

"Will killing me solve the problem?"

"No, I didn't mean to kill you. I just wanted to use your body."

"..."

Through the blur, Phil saw two people talking, but one of them didn't seem to be in good condition.

Both figures were blurry and it was impossible to tell who they were.

Phil suddenly had a feeling that the figure in poor condition was none other than Haroldius, the god of life and death.

Unfortunately, after hearing only two sentences, the image disappeared, and the image of withered bones reappeared in front of me.

Phil memorized these conversations, then continued forward, arriving at another skeleton, and reached out again.

"My body is not so easy to take. If you don't agree, I'd rather die here."

"This will lead to mistakes. Those remnants won't give up. Why are you so stubborn?"

"What does it have to do with me? Don't think we don't know what you're thinking. Humph, even though I've lost, you won't win easily either."

"Alright, but I need to borrow your power to create two familiars to guard this place."

"..."

Phil opened his eyes, looking somewhat bewildered.

"What are these things?"

Just then, a voice appeared in her ear.

"It is a conversation between Harodias and a certain god."

Phil jumped up like a startled rabbit.

"Rororo... Lord Ross?!"

(End of this chapter)