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

Chapter 701 Please, you're so weak.

“Celia can hear what you’re saying.”

Ross crossed his arms and leaned back, his mental tendrils coalescing into a pillar behind him, allowing him to lean against it.

Haroldius didn't care: "So what?"

"She is a saintess of the Holy Court. You know the Holy Court, right?"

“The Holy Court?” Harodias scoffed. “The one that was kept in the dark by Zeuding, that distorted countless histories, and that replaced Zeuding with a new temple that spreads those distorted histories? Hmph, that old man talks a good game, unifying all the gods, but in the end, he still monopolizes the faith.”

Haroldias is completely different from Ethel. Ethel keeps everything to herself, but Haroldias reveals everything without being asked.

However, upon closer examination, it is understandable.

Although Ethel disliked Zeudin, he was not as unlucky as Harodias, who was tricked by Zeudin and harbored a deep resentment towards him. He told Zeudin everything without any hesitation.

The parts that weren't mentioned are simply things that haven't been discussed yet.

Of course, Ross is also an enemy, so he won't keep talking incessantly; he'll just touch on things briefly.

Ross sensed that Celia was about to say something but couldn't, and found it somewhat amusing.

He knew what Celia wanted to do.

He simply wanted to come out and personally ask Harodias about the Holy Court.

However, with Harodias in this state, Celia's plans are likely to fall through.

He only speaks to people whose strength is similar to his own or even stronger. Celia is just a minor fourth-tier being, no different from an ant in his eyes. If he's in a good mood, he might respond a couple of times, but if he's in a bad mood, like right now, he won't even look at her.

Moreover, if Cyria were to actually ask the question she wanted to ask, Ross felt that Cyria's emotions might fluctuate wildly again... no, not fluctuate, but fluctuate.

Let Celia experience the wickedness of the gods, shatter her illusions, and prepare her to rebel... well, to fight against the gods in the future.

However, it's best to just experience it in moderation. Any more than that might make Celia question the meaning of life. For example, what Celia most wants to know is the position of the saintess in the gods' arrangement, and what their attitude is towards the position of saintess, etc.

If Haroldias were to say these things, Celia would probably be finished.

Even if you want to know, you have to wait until later. Let Celia digest the god's attitude first.

Therefore, Ross decided to end the therapy session, raised his hand, and a large number of mental tentacles emerged, rushing towards Haroldias.

"I won't just sit here and wait to die!"

Haroldius roared and charged toward the spiritual tentacles.

Half a minute later, Ross bound Haroldias tightly, then carried him across the spatial barrier into the sealed land of the endless abyss.

Ethel, who was carrying bricks, sensed a familiar aura coming from the area. She quickly put down the cold boulder in her hand, changed her clothes, and leisurely flew over to look at the figure that Ross revealed after he was freed from his restraints.

"Huh? It's you, Harodias. You're still alive."

Haroldias looked up at the source of the sound and paused slightly in surprise.

"Ethel the sea god, you..."

He hesitated for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "Could it be that when you were sealing it, you weren't careful enough to seal it in as well?"

As a participant in the sealing process, he knew where he was as soon as he entered.

Ethel frowned and said with displeasure, "The same way I got in."

Ignoring Ethel's rage, Haroldius said, "Since we're here, why don't we join forces and fight Ross? Even if we can't get out, it'll be easier to stay here if we can defeat him."

"You don't even have a body, nor a divine core, how can you fight?"

"This is easy to handle."

Ross reached out and grabbed something to the side.

Before long, Haroldias's body solidified.

"Although this body does not have a godhood, it can still allow you to exert the power you would have when you possessed a godhood. Come on, let me see how weak the supreme god is."

Haroldius, still adjusting to the newly created body, was enraged upon hearing this. "Hmph! I was extremely weak before, which gave you the opportunity to possess a body and divine power. You think you're our match? Don't forget you were once our defeated foe!" Ross ignored him, turning to Ethel. "Now is a good opportunity for revenge. What, are you afraid?"

"The word 'fear' doesn't exist in my dictionary."

Ethel rushed over quickly, came to Haroldias' side, and looked at Haroldias.

"Done yet?"

Despite feeling his physical strength almost back to its peak, Haroldias showed no smile.

Because this body was seemingly created by Ross casually.

Regardless of whether he expended any effort, this technique alone, devoid of divine power, allows him to unleash the power of a god. Upon closer examination, it's clear that he's someone the other could defeat.

Haroldius was inwardly apprehensive, but outwardly he nodded, "I'm ready, let's go."

"Ross, your life is forfeit!"

There is no ocean here, but Ross can hear the sound of ocean waves.

A giant wave loomed before him, sweeping towards him.

At the same time, two completely opposite scenes appeared on his sides: vitality and decay. Then, the two special energies intertwined and resonated, pressing down on Ross in the middle.

The waves seem to amplify life and death, making them appear more magnificent, yet also more dangerous.

However, Ross simply raised his hand calmly, reached out, and made a pinching motion in the air.

The next moment, the waves, the vitality, and the ruins all vanished.

"Not bad, keep up the good work."

When he first transmigrated, he didn't sense anything and had little concept of the strength of the twelve main gods. Ross urgently needed to supplement his information.

Now, the arrival of Haroldias, along with Ethel, perfectly fills this gap.

Although Zeus will likely become stronger, it wouldn't hurt to get familiar with the powers of the main gods.

Wow!
Om-!
A new round of attacks is about to begin from Ethel and Haroldius. This time, Ethel will play a supporting role, allowing Haroldius to take the lead in the attack.

However, no matter how the forces of life and death interacted, they could not shake Ross; they were all crushed by a single claw.

After a moment, Haroldias stopped attacking and said calmly, "That's enough, I'm not fighting anymore. This body is so-so. If it were me in my prime, you wouldn't be a match for me."

"Not fighting?" Ross rubbed his fist. "You think you can just say no and then not fight?"

"W-what do you want to do?"

"It's my turn."

Bang!
……

Somewhere in the Elf King's City.

Celia looked at Lana in front of her, and at the 'tree' floating above her body.

Similar to the divine relic that Phil obtained, the difference is that Phil obtained a withered branch, while Lana's was lush and green from beginning to end.

Celia has limited knowledge of plants and cannot identify what kind of plant this is.

"This must be the divine relic that Lana obtained from that subspace, right?"

After a moment of contemplation, Celia reached out and grasped Lana's hand, her mental energy threads slowly entering Lana's body in preparation for checking her condition.

However, at that moment, a power that did not belong to her or Lana suddenly appeared and rushed into Celia's mind.

The girl rolled her eyes and fainted on the spot onto Lana, revealing a bewildered Lana behind her.

"Oh no! Something terrible has happened!"

(End of this chapter)