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

Chapter 753 First, throw a punch; then ask all the questions while you're doing it (6k)

"So... Mr. Ross, are we really going to keep fighting like this?"

"Don't you like it?"

On the rooftop of a house, Celia watched as Bossa sneaked away.

He was heading in what appeared to be the direction where the tribal leader lived.

It was also the garrison point for the sorcerer troops that ruled the Kambra tribe.

In a world with extraordinary power, the ruler is generally either the strongest person in the territory he governs, or someone who is evenly matched with other super-strong individuals.

Only in this way can rule be maintained.

As for those who can rule despite their low strength, although such cases exist, their strength is usually enhanced through various means after they gain power. Even if they are just empty shells, they still possess some strength.

This might be useful elsewhere, but it probably won't work in the Orc Empire.

Celia had already figured it out; at least the orcs here were the kind of creatures that were all muscle-bound and simple-minded.

Hmm... those blue and white cats seem to be underdeveloped in muscles and simple-minded.

The Bosa she was observing seemed furtive, but that was just her opinion. The man was a giant werewolf who walked with incredible speed and agility, charging around recklessly.

Celia already had a premonition that what would happen next was a series of events where the younger ones were beaten up and the older ones followed, and then the older ones were beaten up and then the even older ones followed.

And all of this is actually quite easy to avoid.

Just change it to a different look.

When Celia tried to do so, Ross stopped her.

"Don't you think this is interesting? This tribe isn't a big tribe, there aren't even any fifth-level mages here, and they look down on humans so much, always trying to cause trouble. Why not beat them all into submission? Only when you've subdued them can you do your own thing."

Celia tilted her head: "But I didn't intend to do anything here. I'm just staying here temporarily, resting for a day, and then continuing on my way."

"One day is enough to beat up everyone."

Celia: "..."

Ross's statement makes no problem.

After defeating Bosa, Celia felt a little embarrassed to continue fighting.

Although fighting with her fists was a novel experience for her, her opponents were all 'kids' below level four. Beating up kids was fun for a while, but if she kept beating them... no, she would feel embarrassed if she beat them up too much.

"It's more interesting to challenge opponents of a higher level," Celia muttered.

"Aren't you challenging someone of a higher level right now?"

"What?" Celia didn't react for a moment.

"Skipping down to a lower level is also skipping a level."

Celia rolled her eyes.

As they spoke, Bosa had already entered the city within a city that resembled the chieftain's residence.

Not long after, some people came out.

Celia's eyes lit up.

"Finally, a fourth-tier mage has arrived. Even if they're not the leader, they're still important figures. I'll give them a punch first, and then ask them where I can buy materials unique to the Orc Empire."

With that, Celia rolled back to the tavern, but instead of going in, she pretended to come out and strolled leisurely around the town, intending to find an inn to rest.

As Celia counted down silently in her mind, after the countdown reached 3, 2, 1, a commotion arose from across the street. Passersby scattered, and amidst thick smoke, a group of werewolves riding black and white wolf mounts rushed in front of Celia, blocking her path.

Ross, observing their mounts, couldn't help but laugh and said, "They're using huskies as mounts."

"Husky?"

"A type of dog."

"Oh~"

Celia's expression immediately changed.

She noticed that while these mounts were large compared to humans, they were very small compared to werewolves, making it even more difficult for an ordinary person to sit on a regular dog.

While Celia was observing, the five werewolves who had blocked her way had already surrounded her, and the passersby had moved away, watching them from a distance and discussing among themselves.

The surrounding shops immediately closed their doors, and the carpets on the street quickly rolled up their goods and ran away.

Those movements emphasize speed and habit.

It seems this kind of thing isn't uncommon in the Kanbra tribe. Celia thought to herself.

"You're the human sorcerer who beat the guards and entered the city?"

As Celia pondered, the werewolf in front of her got off the 'husky' and scrutinized Celia.

"Yes," Celia readily admitted.

Her current disguise would be difficult for even a sixth-tier mage to see through, let alone a fourth-tier mage.

Among those surrounding her, there were two fourth-tier mages and three third-tier mages.

This setup might have been a lot of pressure for her in the past, but now...
Celia was somewhat dazed.

Before she knew it, those 'big shots' who she used to be afraid to make any rash moves against, she could now look down on with disdain.

Time flies.

If it weren't for Ross, would I have been able to advance so quickly?

Celia didn't know.

Maybe not, at least not as fast as Benovia and the others.

However, it seems that the other candidates for saintess also received Rose's help...

The original emotion vanished instantly.

The girl gritted her teeth.

"Hmph, what audacity! You've come to our orc tribe and brought your crude human ways with you. Do you really think you're invincible?"

"Our Kanbula tribe has always hated people like you who disregard the rules and think they can act tyrannically just because they have strong military power..."

"Alright, alright, no need for further explanation, let's get started. It must be tiring to see you guys struggling to come up with even a few sentences." Celia interrupted their pleasantries.

In fact, they even looked like they were racking their brains when they spoke.

The leader of the werewolves snorted: "Isn't this what you humans usually do? Shout a couple of times before fighting. But since you don't want to do that, then come on. We admire your strength in being able to beat Bosa, but don't think that just because you're strong you can do whatever you want."

"Go, Bod!"

The werewolf known as Bald roared, extending his claws ten centimeters long as he charged toward Celia.

He appears to be a mage similar to a boxer, but his focus isn't on enhancing his fists, but rather...

His claws.

The claw shimmered with the light of lightning; there was no doubt that it could rip out a person's heart and soul.

When he enchanted his claws, Celia had already assessed his strength.

Fourth level, intermediate level, must have been at the fourth level for several years.

Most mages don't have divine guidance like Silia, who can train according to their own situation and quickly reach the limit of their rank. In addition, if they don't have enough talent, it is still quite difficult for them to reach the limit of their rank.

In terms of magic refinement, if Celia can increase it by 1% a day, a typical mage might only get 0.5% or even 0.1%.

At the same time, due to various reasons, it is easy to reach a bottleneck in improvement.

As for Celia, she doesn't have any bottlenecks. Once she passes the Ascension Trial, she can easily reach the limit of her rank.

Having encountered more mages of the same rank, Celia can now determine how long a mage has been stuck and what their strength is within the fourth rank.

"A mid-level fourth tier..."

Celia raised her small fist, and frost appeared on it, as if a faint ice dragon flashed by.

"it should be OK!"

She thrust her fist forward, meeting the thunderous claw.

Bah!
They collided violently!

A sound like glaciers cracking came, and powerful magic erupted instantly. Fortunately, there was another fourth-tier mage present who stopped the burst of magic, preventing it from harming anyone else.

Upon hearing the sound, the others who had gathered around were overjoyed.

But before they could even laugh for a second, the colliding claws suddenly broke apart piece by piece.

And the frost on those delicate little fists also developed numerous cracks, eventually breaking off along with them.

However, no one believed that Celia had lost.

She was only enchanted, but her opponent, the werewolf named Baldr, had his prized claws shatter into numerous fragments, just like blocks of ice.
The leader of the werewolves nearly popped his eyes out, hardly believing what he was seeing.

He then realized what was happening and glared at Celia: "You're not a third-tier mage?"

They received word that Celia had beaten the guards and Bossa to a pulp with her fists, so they specifically hired a similar boxer to cause trouble, but...

Celia withdrew her fist, while Bod remained petrified, staring at his claws with bloodshot eyes, having lost all desire to fight.

"Sigh, if you send a third-tier mage to fight me, even if it's a group fight, I'll act like a third-tier mage. But if you send a fourth-tier mage to pretend to be a third-tier mage, then I'll have no choice but to become a fourth-tier mage."

With that, Celia looked at Bode and said, "Want to keep fighting, friend? If you want to, continue. If not, then step back."

As if just realizing what had happened, Bode clutched his hands in pain, exclaiming, "Oh, my most beautiful claws!"

Celia pouted: "If you use claws as weapons, you should have thought about the day they would break."

As she spoke, Celia was still on edge.

She almost got her fist hurt by him, but luckily the dragon language magic was very strong, so her cosplay of a boxer didn't backfire.

However, if it's the werewolf in charge, then things will probably go wrong.

Celia muttered to herself.

Seeing the werewolf leader's furious expression, she braced herself for battle.

Next, it should be the werewolf who steps in to regain his dignity.

But what happened the next second caught her off guard—

The werewolf in the lead stepped forward, his angry expression suddenly vanishing. He smiled and awkwardly performed a greeting, mimicking human understanding.

"Why didn't you say so sooner? If you had told us you were a fourth-tier mage, our werewolf clan would have treated you as a distinguished guest, exempted you from the costs of entering and leaving the tribe, and given that you could enjoy a 10% discount on any purchases you made in the city!"

"Uh……?"

Celia was stunned.

His move, which was already poised to take on a group of enemies, was abruptly halted.

She asked in confusion, "Aren't we supposed to have a fight?"

"Not at all, our Kambra tribe welcomes all high-level mages." The leading werewolf laughed and introduced himself, "Hello, I am Bonard, the chieftain of the Kambra werewolf clan, and also the current leader of the Kambra tribe. May I ask your honorable name?"

Do all werewolf characters have the character "博" in their names?

"My name is... Hiro," said Celia. The name Hiro wasn't famous; what was famous was Celia and Hi. Celia couldn't think of a name for herself, so she just used this one.

"Hilo, what a lovely name! How about coming to visit our werewolf settlement? Although we orcs don't have food as refined as humans, we have many delicacies you've never tasted before!"

Celia thought for a moment, nodded, and accepted Bernard's invitation.

Although things didn't go as she had planned, with the fighting continuing until the entire Kanbula tribe was subdued, she was slightly disappointed, but her goal was still achieved.

Of course, it's also possible that the other party saw how strong Celia was and wanted to kill her in other ways.

However, given Celia's stereotypes about orcs, the probability of them doing so is relatively low.

Apart from food poisoning, Celia wasn't worried about any other methods.

For example, after entering the settlement mentioned by Bernard, one might be besieged by a large number of werewolves.

Not afraid at all.

They survived being besieged by a large number of monsters in the underground Elf Forest, so how could they possibly withstand a group of orcs?

Even if these orcs are more intelligent than monsters, they are still weaker.

Those monsters are tough and hard-hitting, making them a bit troublesome to kill, but these orcs don't have that.

However, it turned out that Celia had worried unnecessarily.

Under the mental scan, no axemen appeared. Bernard really wanted to invite her to dinner, and only after arriving did he realize that he hadn't prepared anything, so he immediately asked the cook to make something.

Before long, a large plate of what appeared to be a whole roasted lamb was served, sprinkled with spices, and looked very tempting.

Celia sniffed and had to admit that barbecue is something that can never taste bad no matter how it's cooked.

We've been traveling for so long, and haven't had a proper meal yet.

Celia didn't hold back and started fighting.

As for the wine Bernard offered, she declined, saying that she did not drink alcohol.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Bonard looked at Celia and asked, "How long will Your Highness Celia be staying in the Kambra tribe?"

Celia said, "I'll leave tomorrow."

Bernard's disappointment was visibly evident.

Celia understood immediately; this person wanted to ask her for a favor, no wonder they were suddenly being so polite.

Celia couldn't help but glance at Ross beside her.

Although Ross wasn't eating the barbecue, he inhaled its aroma for quite some time, and even had a barbecue in the sealed land, inviting Ethel and Haroldias over... to grill it, while he ate it.

Feeling Celia's gaze, he smiled slightly: "What else could it be? It's nothing more than the petty squabbles over power and profit."

"Is Mr. Ross so certain?"

Ross didn't speak, but just smiled slightly, "They'll talk to them, don't worry."

As expected, Bernard sighed and said, "I wonder if Lady Hiro could stay for another three days? We would like to ask you for a favor."

"what's up?"

"The kobolds have recently acquired an ancient artifact from somewhere, which has increased their strength. They are preparing to break the rules they have set with us, attack us, and seize the position of leader of Kambra. The event will take place in three days."

"Really?" Celia thought to herself.

Ross chuckled, "Most orc races are like this. If they didn't possess ancestral totems that humans can't use, they would have been captured and put into a zoo long ago."

Celia wholeheartedly agreed.

Who would expect someone to fight to the death just because they invited them to dinner?

And they haven't even mentioned what kind of compensation they'll receive.

Celia waited for a while, but Bernard didn't say anything about the reward. He just stared at her expectantly along with the other werewolves.

After a moment of silence, Celia stood up.

"Sorry, it's getting late, I have to go back now."

"Lady Hiro, you..."

"I'm so sorry, I have very important things to do, so please excuse me. Thank you for your hospitality. If you ever come to the Human Empire, you are welcome to visit me."

Celia interrupted Bonard, finished speaking with a smile, and then walked outside.

After she left, Bode looked at Bernard: "Just let her go like that? My claws..."

"Let them go. After all, we have no relatives here. Fine, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. Do you think we werewolves are afraid of mere kobolds?" Bonard said arrogantly.

"Hmph, humans are indeed a despicable race," a werewolf cursed angrily.

"Alright, get ready. Be careful the kobolds don't act ahead of time."

"..."

After leaving the werewolf settlement, Celia found a decent-looking inn and booked a room. Then, based on the information she had overheard at the tavern, she headed towards her target area.

High-level materials and specialty materials were all placed in a separate area for trading, and when Celia arrived, she found that this area was different from other places.

Elsewhere, even wide streets are crowded due to various stalls, and there's a lot of trash and dust.

But this place is different. The stone pavement is very clean, and the yellowish-brown buildings are neatly arranged on both sides of the street, one after another.

There are even sidewalks and roadside trees on both sides of the road.

It's completely different from the places outside.

Celia became interested and went into a store.

"The materials you need are indeed available here, and the prices aren't too high."

Celia quickly found what she needed.

After making some purchases, she asked the shopkeeper for a map of the Orc Empire, intending to compare it with the coordinates she vaguely sensed in her mind to determine her exact location within the Orc Empire.

"Logically speaking, such a special place with traces of gods should have some special anomalies... However, we are still a bit far from there. Let's ask around when we get closer to the city with the coordinates."

Celia shook her head, left the special area, and prepared to return to the hotel.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked up at the street in front of her.

The once bustling streets were now deserted.

Celia narrowed her eyes.

Oh, not again?
A faint whooshing sound came from the air, and a faint sense of crisis surfaced in Celia's mind. At the same time, her passive skill, which was paired with the danger perception skill, had already launched a counterattack.

Celia saw what was coming.

It was a black arrow shrouded in wind magic.

As if it were a signal, a large number of arrows flew in from all directions, all of them swirling with cyan wind magic. This magic made the arrows fly extremely fast and also made them extremely stealthy.

However, with the mental scan granted by the Mage's Hand, these highly concealed arrows were easily detected by Celia, as if they were being announced to her through a megaphone.

Celia raised her hand, and an ice shield quickly formed. Combined with the slowing effect of the Water Reversal, it froze all the arrows.

With a clench of her fist, all the arrows instantly turned into popsicles with a "bang".

Then, these arrow fragments, imbued with ice element, returned along their original path, rushing towards the place where the cold arrows were fired.

Soon after, a chorus of screams rang out, and some orcs resembling werewolves fell from their hiding places.

Celia will show no mercy to those who want her dead; whether they live or die depends on their strength.

Clearly, while these people who fired the sneak attacks were somewhat skilled, they were few in number; of the nearly ten people involved, half died in this counterattack.

The rest should also hurry up and escape.

Celia did not give chase, because she sensed that someone was already waiting for her, and if she did, she would surely be attacked.

Of course, Celia wasn't afraid at all.

An attack by a mere fourth-tier mage.

Without even summoning the puppet, the strength he gained through dragon language magic and the training he had received over the past few months was beyond the reach of ordinary fourth-tier mages.

But... the opponent doesn't seem to be an ordinary fourth-tier player.

A blade of light suddenly appeared, slashing towards Celia's ice shield.

A faint sense of crisis came over her, and Celia raised an eyebrow, drew her Myriad Lights Sword, and charged forward.

Ding!
After the collision, Celia took a step back, switched hands to hold the sword, and shook her hand.

"Forget it, I'm still not suited for close combat."

Celia pursed her lips and looked at the enemy that had appeared. Like the assassins who had fallen and died, it was also an orc that looked like a werewolf, but was shorter, even shorter than a normal human.

Based on the previously obtained portrait, Celia knew which race this was—

Another ruling race of the Kambra tribe is the dog-headed people.

In fact, they have a specific racial name—the Hattersa race, which includes dog-men, kobolds, werewolves, and others.

However, in the human world, people usually refer to them by their animal characteristics for convenience.

They initially seemed somewhat resistant, but at that time the orc races had not yet united, and there were inherent conflicts between the various races. They referred to each other by animal characteristics, and over time, the common language tacitly adopted the use of animal characteristics to refer to each other.

Even wolves and dogs are divided into many names, and the kobolds in Kambra are just one of them.

"It seems that defeating one werewolf is not enough; we also need to defeat the kobolds."

Celia squinted.

Unlike the werewolves, this kobold wanted to kill her from the start, so she naturally wouldn't hold back.

The kobold in front of him seemed somewhat surprised that his attack had been blocked. After a moment of hesitation, he noticed Celia's swinging motion, roared, and charged again.

"You've never even fought me in close combat, and you think I'm nothing special?"

Celia gave a soft hum and used the Myriad Lights Sword as a staff, letting it float around her.

A bone-chilling cold erupted instantly, quickly enveloping the surrounding streets and creating a realm of ice and snow.

The kobold in front of her slowed down rapidly, and frost began to appear on its fur. When it was only three meters away from Celia, the ice under its feet spread rapidly, freezing its entire body.

After thinking for a moment, Celia decided not to kill the kobold outright.

Killing a bunch of low-level mages is different from killing a high-level mage.

Killing a fourth-tier mage would quickly bring the relationship between the two sides to a freezing point. Celia wanted to punch someone, but she didn't want to kill anyone.

Thinking of this, Celia snapped her fingers, preparing to make the other party show his head so she could ask him why he attacked her.

But at that moment, a strange spell suddenly appeared, shattering the frozen ice sculpture and killing the fourth-tier kobold instantly.

"Ok?"

Celia immediately looked at the attacker.

Not werewolf orcs, but...

A kobold?
Things seem to be getting interesting.

(End of this chapter)