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

Chapter 697 A God Descends to My Side
If the battle between the gods were to proceed unrestrained, the entire Elf Forest would be overwhelmed.

Fortunately, neither Ross nor Halodius had any intention of destroying the Elf Forest.

Ross was worried that the intensity would cause Celia to die suddenly, so he used the backup plan reserved in the underground magic circle, as well as his own previous arrangements. He basically used other people's power, and only used a tiny bit of Celia's power.

At this moment, Haroldius was merely a projection, or rather, a soul form. Even a slightly stronger legendary mage could exchange a few blows with him, so he naturally lacked the destructive power of an ordinary god.

Even if he had it, he wouldn't use it casually.

Despite Harodias's apparent indifference to Zeuding, he was actually very cautious and would do everything he could to avoid being discovered by Zeuding.

The power of the gods is naturally very strong. As long as they don't intend to destroy the environment, they can basically minimize environmental damage.

Of course, if someone happens to pass by the battlefield, the chaotic energy currents can still easily wipe them out.

Fortunately, this battlefield was specially chosen by Rost, and the previous ritual also had the characteristic of not allowing people to enter easily. Even high-level mages would not come here casually.

A torrent of shimmering light enveloped Harodias's phantom from all directions, gradually making it appear and disappear.

Ross reached out, and countless strands of spiritual energy extended, binding the phantom once more, slowly extracting Haroldias's soul like peeling away layers of an onion.

But at that moment, Haroldias's phantom suddenly burst forth with intense light.

"Just self-destruct?"

Ross raised an eyebrow and quickly mobilized forces from all directions to form an arc-shaped, funnel-shaped protective barrier around the phantom.

boom!
An explosion rang out, and the terrifying power it unleashed impacted in all directions, striking the barrier and then being flung into the sky.

Everything in the sky, whether clouds or pollution, was dispersed by the powerful explosion.

Bah!
The barrier that Ross had maintained also developed numerous cracks and shattered with a soft sound.

Rose waved his hand dismissively, not paying any attention.

"This level is enough."

He didn't expect to capture Harodias right now. Harodias was much stronger than Ethel, and he was essentially fighting on home turf here. In addition, he didn't rush into Celia's mental space like Ethel did (to prevent Zeuding from entering), so Ross couldn't trap him and pull him into the sealed land all at once.

Ross had anticipated this.

"Although we can't catch him, the battle just now has almost depleted his remaining energy. This guy is smart; he will definitely pretend to be still recovering the body while secretly doing something else."

Ross already knew what he wanted to do.

His body slowly faded away.

Not long after, Celia woke up with a soft moan.

She looked around in confusion, then suddenly froze.

The once lush and green grass had become a mess, and some of the grasses were in a very strange state, half withered and half thriving, or with withered roots and lush leaves.

More often, they twist together to form some kind of peculiar pattern.

Looking ahead, Celia saw a huge, bottomless pit not far away, filled with chaotic magic similar to that of the Golden Apple Stone Forest. Celia only glanced at it before giving up her plan to go in and take a look.

That place is much more dangerous than the Golden Apple Stone Forest.

"Hmm...it seems Lord Ross and Lord Haroldius had a fight..."

The girl cautiously looked into her mental space, where Ross's phantom image appeared.

"What are you looking at?"

"N-nothing. Where is Lord Harodias? Could it be..." "He ran away. We should hurry back, lest Phil be possessed by him."

"Possession?"

Celia couldn't help but worry.

After spending a long time with Ross, she also understood the meaning of the word "possession," which is a derogatory term equivalent to the descent of a god.

Influenced by Ross, Celia felt very uncomfortable when she heard that Phil might be chosen by the gods to descend and that she would no longer be herself.

So she quickly took action, activating her mental scan and flying towards the Ishtar border.

After a long while, Celia arrived at the elven border. Through some means, she evaded the elven soldiers who were scouting her and returned to the border camp of the Knights of the Law, where she met Melina and Benovia.

Benovia is still here, still responsible for purifying the pollutants that have escaped.

However, her workload is much less than before, so she is quite relaxed.

After meeting with Melina and sincerely admitting her mistakes (but refusing to change), Celia finds Benovia and inquires about Phil's whereabouts.

“Phil is in a specially designated area, and the relics she obtained seem to require her to master them within a limited time, so Phil should be working hard to master the relics now.”

"Do you possess the relics?"

Celia couldn't help but worry.

"I know, I'll go take a look."

Following Benovia's directions, Celia quickly found the training area that Melina had specially arranged for Phil.

It wasn't in the camp where the Knights of the Law were stationed, but in a slightly farther, more remote area. The camps there were new and quiet, and were partially surrounded by the Knights of the Law.

The camp was specially cordoned off, forming a small courtyard, with two knights standing guard at the entrance. When they saw Celia, they nodded slightly and let her in.

Upon entering the training area, Celia looked at the only small house in front of her, thought for a moment, and then went up and knocked on the door.

no respond.

But Celia could sense an extremely strong aura of special elements emanating from the room.

"It seems to be the elemental aura of the Death faction?"

Celia sensed something, remembered what Ross had said, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed the door open and went inside.

The room door was locked, but the lock posed no problem for Celia.

Upon entering the room, Celia immediately saw Phil sitting on the bed, lost in meditation. Beside her, something resembling a withered twig was slowly rotating around her.

Celia looked at the withered sapling, lost in thought: "Could this be the divine relic that Phil obtained? What is its purpose?"

As she spoke, Celia couldn't help but look at Ross in her mental space, only to see Ross suddenly run out of the mental space and appear in front of her. Then, under Celia's gaze, Ross's phantom image disappeared into Phil's mind.

At this moment, Celia noticed that Phil's expression was a little strange, as if he was trying to hold back something.

"Could it be that……"

Has the so-called 'body snatching' already begun?
Celia wanted to go forward and had already lifted her leg, but hesitated for a moment and returned to her original position.

"This is beyond my control... so let's not interfere with the deity."

(End of this chapter)