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

Chapter 680 Give Me an Hour
"You're not going to die, stop being so sad and move aside."

The sudden appearance of a seriously injured teammate startled everyone. The captain and Lana immediately went over, seemingly trying to wake him up, and kept calling out to their unconscious teammate.

Only when Celia's voice came from behind did the two quickly move aside.

"You go and fight the corruption, let me save her."

"Okay, thank you, Miss Xi."

Neither of them were the type to be preoccupied with grief at such a crucial moment. Upon hearing this, they both nodded and quickly stepped forward, giving the healing position to Celia.

The Nature faction also has healing spells, but compared to the Holy and Life factions, they are far inferior, barely better than nothing.

While withstanding the corrosive effects of the tentacles, the two were also watching over Celia, who was seen floating above her injured teammate with her hand, and faint life elements emanating from her hand.

The spell from the Puppet Records, Life Blossom, a group healing spell, becomes a single-target healing spell under Celia's control, with even more powerful effects.

Before long, the corrosive marks on the injured person's body were gradually removed, and their vital signs gradually stabilized.

Compared to the healing effect, Lana and the captain were more concerned about the spells used by Celia.

Life spell!

The words of the Elf King flashed through their minds.

Miss Xi has received the blessing of the gods.

Perhaps we weren't so sure before.

But now, the two are certain that Miss Xi must have received a blessing from the gods!
Only those blessed by the gods can use life-related spells; this is a special kind of 'common knowledge' within the Elven Royal Court.

Whether this common sense is true or not, they don't know.

After being easily healed, Celia rejoined the fight against the corrosive tentacles.

"Speaking of which, what about the other two?"

Celia looked at the captain.

The captain looked complicated and said nothing.

Charging out means directly confronting the tentacles.

They either do what they're doing now, using defensive spells to counter the tentacles and delay their strengthening, or they do what the captain and that teammate did and force their way back.

However, the remaining two are about the same strength as the one lying down.

The sorcerer who broke back almost died, and the other two haven't returned yet; they're probably in grave danger.

Within this realm that resembled that of the gods, the captain, a fifth-tier mage, felt powerless for the first time.

They can command the wind and rain outside, destroying a town with a wave of their hand, but here, they dare not destroy anything at all.

In their previous explorations, they had naturally tried to damage the tunnel structure, but unfortunately, they were unable to do so.

"On the bright side, if they have a stronger will to survive, they can slowly whittle their way back."

Celia comforted her.

"Thank you."

After an unknown amount of time, the seriously injured team members slowly regained consciousness and rejoined the fight.

At this point, the tentacles' corrosive power becomes even more terrifying. In addition to corrosion, the tentacles will also launch other attacks, such as directly whipping or releasing death spells to destroy the defensive network.

Multiple attacks were launched simultaneously, causing trouble for Celia and the others.

At this point, they had no time to care where the other two were; they were all focused on fighting back.

"There's still half a day left." Celia looked at the time, her voice filled with exhaustion.

Even with abundant magic power and a mental strength far exceeding that of others of the same level, the prolonged exertion left her feeling mentally and physically exhausted. If she were alone, she felt she wouldn't be able to hold out for so long and would probably have to ask Ross for help.

But now, victory is within reach.

With others watching, she had no choice but to persevere.

"Take a break, Miss Xi. You haven't rested since the beginning. Can you really keep going?" Lana asked worriedly.

Celia gently shook her head: "It's alright, I can still hold on. You all continue to rest, don't worry."

The captain opened his eyes from his meditation, a look of embarrassment and shame flashing across his face.

As a dignified fifth-tier mage, he was completely outmatched by the fourth-tier Celia in terms of mana consumption. If there were a crack in the ground right now, he would wish he could disappear into it.

He stood up, took Lana's place, looked at Celia, and asked, "Miss Celia, is the only option to hold out until time runs out?"

Celia said, "I've found some clues that might allow us to end this sooner, but..."

She looked at Lana, thought for a moment, and said, "Your condition doesn't support it, but let's persevere. It'll only take five or six hours, it'll be over soon."

Five or six hours...

Is it fast?
The captain looked at Celia's pale face, hesitated for a moment, and then gritted his teeth and said, "Please tell me, what do you need us to do?"

"You fight one-on-one for an hour, give me an hour."

"One hour..."

The captain felt the intense heat around him and slowly narrowed his eyes.

"Don't underestimate us, Miss Xi. We are, after all, the elite of the Elven Royal Court."

Celia said, "It's not that I'm underestimating you, but once I start, it might provoke a fierce reaction, and the attacks of these tentacles might become even more intense."

"No problem," came Lana's voice.

She had not yet entered a meditative state.

An hour is better than five or six hours.

Whether it was her, the captain, or even another team member, they were all already at their limit.

Even with alternating resistance, the mental exhaustion and the need to replenish their magic were too much to bear.

It's better to bring the storm into one hour than to endure it for five or six hours.

It's possible to push your body to its limits and last for an hour, and that's with three people working together, not taking turns.

"Can it work?" the captain asked Celia.

Celia nodded. "I don't do things I'm not sure of. If you want to hold out for an hour, that's fine too."

"Don't worry, leave it to us."

The three stepped forward, their auras rising.

"it is good."

Without saying a word, Celia nodded and let the released ice shield be corroded.

She looked toward her heart and closed her eyes.

The mental energy transformed into a thread, slowly approaching the enormous 'heart' lying prostrate on the ground.

dong dong!dong dong!dong dong!

Under high temperatures, even the heartbeat becomes rapid and slightly irregular.

Celia tried to make her mental frequency close to the frequency of her 'heart' beating, and slowly a resonance was formed.

“The favor of the gods usually only comes to the ‘lucky ones’ with a high level of divine affinity. My level of divine affinity is not much different from Phil’s, both are full. If she can receive the favor of the gods, so can I.”

Celia slowly began to feel it.

She didn't intend to steal the relics of the god Phil; she simply wanted to use this method to make the gods of life and death believe that she was a believer or follower of the god, so that the incomplete body of the god would not cause them to reject her.

“I remember that when we were underground at the source of pollution, an elf accidentally resonated with the ‘heart’ of that place and almost got into trouble. This place is a pure divine body, so there won’t be that kind of fatal problem. Therefore, as long as I find the feeling that elf had back then, I can gain approval…”

(End of this chapter)