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

Chapter 755: Taking Down the Goddess of Fate, Her Corrupted Relics (4k)

Boom!
A dull thud came from upstairs. The house had no defensive runes, and it was easily smashed open by the people upstairs. An orc fell down and landed in front of Celia.

Then, a man rushed down from above, carrying a knife that gleamed coldly.

This magical power is extremely strong. Once it erupts, this floor will be completely destroyed, and everyone on this floor will perish with it.

Of course, this is all predicated on the ability of this magic to be unleashed.

Just as the knife was only thirty centimeters away from the orc lying paralyzed on the ground, it suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then the knife and the person wielding it were quickly covered in frost.

bah...

The frost shattered, turning into several lumps of ice that fell onto the heavily wounded orc.

Celia looked quietly at the stunned man and said calmly, "Mr. Bode, this is my room. Please leave."

Bode realized what was happening and looked at the girl sitting by the window not far away, her staff swirling around her, emitting a faint glow.

The light illuminated the girl's cheeks, giving them a sacred glow, like that of a deity.

Bode swallowed hard and struggled to his feet.

"Thank you, Lady Hiro, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly sensed something and abruptly looked up at the sky.

A black ray shot down from the sky, entered his body, and silenced him completely.

Celia narrowed her eyes.

Bode's vital signs quickly faded under the light, and he fell straight down.

"This combination technique..."

Sensing something, she quickly conjured an ice shield combo in front of her.

A ray pierced the darkness and struck the ice shield.

Then it was reflected back by the ice shield and entered the opponent's body.

Another corpse appeared on the floor of the room.

After witnessing that attacks could penetrate the ice shield, Celia made some modifications to the ice shield combo. The modified ice shield was not only completely opaque, but the outermost layer of ice also reflected light from the left and right.

"These kobolds."

Celia was annoyed.

You've come here to settle scores with me, and I haven't even done anything about it. Now you want to kill me too?

Do you really think I have no temper?!

Swish!
Celia flew up from below, and several black beams of light met her head.

Fortunately, Celia had anticipated this and had already wrapped herself in a targeted ice shield, which also deflected their beam attacks.

Although not all of them were deflected, one sorcerer was unfortunately hit, turned into a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground.

A joyful voice came from not far away.

"It's Lady Hiro! Thank goodness, we're saved!"

Celia looked over and saw that it was Bernard.

At this moment, the opponent was not in good condition and was in a very sorry state. The puppet was covered with various wounds, and judging from the condition of the wounds, the puppet must have withstood many attacks from black rays.

Celia seemed to be deep in thought.

It seems that while this combination of light beams is very lethal to humans, it is not as effective against puppets as ordinary spells.

The beam of light can instantly kill living beings, and the puppet can withstand a large number of attacks and still move.

However, among the kobold sorcerers, there are not only sorcerers who can shoot beams of light, but also melee sorcerers who wield swords.

The kobolds and werewolves were not evenly matched in strength. Bernard seemed unwilling to abandon Bod, so he engaged in aerial combat with the kobolds here, trying to rescue the already dead Bod. Unfortunately, after they stopped, they could only defend themselves in a sorry state, and their numbers continued to decrease.

Just as Celia came up, there were less than ten werewolves left, some of whom were third-tier mages.

On the other hand, the kobolds have more than a dozen melee swordsmen and ranged pew pew pew mages, not to mention other third-tier mages and core combatants assisting them.

At this moment, all the kobolds' attention was focused on the suddenly appearing Celia.

Upon hearing Bernard's voice, the kobolds standing in the center immediately narrowed their eyes.

"Get rid of her."

The swordsmen and ranged mages immediately formed an offensive and defensive formation, with one side charging towards Celia and the other launching dark beams.

Celia, of course, didn't hold back. Before the light arrived, she wrapped herself in an ice shield, and a large number of smooth ice spikes appeared around her. These ice spikes all had one thing in common: their surfaces were as smooth as mirrors.

When the dark light shone down, it immediately scattered across the ice spikes, with most of it disappearing into the sky and the ground, while a small portion shot towards the charging swordsmen and the sorcerers who were firing beams from a distance.

These rays were reflected back, still powerful, instantly killing any unsuspecting sorcerer who was hit, turning them into corpses that fell down.

In normal circumstances, fourth-tier mages are not so easy to kill, but these people were forcibly upgraded through ancient relics. They are inherently high in attack and low in defense. They would die if surrounded and attacked by third-tier mages, let alone the powerful attacks they launch.

Looking at the corpses falling with a clatter, Ross sighed, "It's a bit like when I used to play games and encountered a boss with a damage reflection skill. The boss would deal 100,000 damage, but I only had 10,000 health left. If I accidentally got reflected once, I would die instantly."

Celia didn't understand Ross's analogy. She didn't like playing games, and the Protoss Network didn't have any interesting games right now, nor could it do what Ross was talking about.

So she could only—

"really."

The ice spikes then rushed towards the melee fighters, and a large number of ice spikes erupted in the crowd, causing a lot of trouble for the remaining melee fighters and breaking their formation.

Seeing this, Bernard and the rest of the men exchanged glances, their fighting spirit rekindling in their eyes.

"Charge! Kill these damned kobolds! Avenge our friends! Avenge Baldur!"

Celia's power, the sheer force of instantly killing several fourth-tier mages upon first contact, boosted their morale. As orcs, the thing they hated most was hiding behind others and watching them shield them from the storm.

So they all rushed forward.

Celia looked at Bernard and said calmly, "Be careful of their attacks. Try to reflect that kind of light back. Of course, ordinary mirrors can't reflect it, so don't hurt yourself."

It's not that it can't reflect, but ordinary mirrors are destroyed the moment they come into contact with the terrifying magic contained within, leaving no chance to reflect.

The werewolf charge will not affect Celia's combat.

A dozen or so normal fourth-tier mages might be a bit troublesome for her, but these mages who were forcibly promoted are high in attack and low in defense, with limited attack and defense methods. As soon as they raise their hands, Celia knows what they're going to say. Beating them is like playing around. They might be even simpler than the monsters in the underground of the Elf Forest. They're only a little troublesome when they first meet.

The surroundings were completely enveloped in ice. With the support of her immense magical power, Celia could cast spells as if they were free, unleashing endless ice spikes with a wave of her hand. These ice spikes would not have posed much of a threat if they were just ordinary ice spikes.

But they are all mediums for the Ice Blast spell.

Ice Blast is a third-tier spell, after all. With a little more mana input, Celia's control over Ice Blast is comparable to that of a fourth-tier spell. In addition, with 50% external mana input, very few people can withstand it.

Besides, these fragile little guys with high attack and low defense.

Behind these fragile little minions were the core members of the kobolds, led by their chieftain, Haru. When Celia first appeared, his gaze was indifferent, showing no concern for a mere fourth-tier mage who had suddenly appeared. With more than ten against one, the advantage lay with him!

Then, as more and more fourth-tier mages died at the hands of Celia, the calm in his eyes gradually disappeared, slowly turning into bewilderment and disbelief.

When Celia and the werewolf warriors had killed all the squishy little guys and stood in front of them, he finally snapped out of his daze, trembling as he reached out and pointed at Celia.

"you you you……"

Bernard and the others also looked at Celia, their eyes no longer showing the disdain they had for humans during the day, but only awe.

Celia said calmly, "Lord Haru, I originally did not intend to get involved in your conflict. This is an internal dispute of your Kanbula tribe and has nothing to do with me. I am just a traveler passing through here."

"However, this does not mean that I am afraid of you, nor does it mean that I am easy to bully. Why bother? You could have easily taken care of this, but you insist on creating trouble and offending me one after another. I didn't bother you during the day, and you still want to disturb my rest."

Once inside the city, Celia learned a little about the distribution of power and the rulers, and naturally recognized Haru, the chieftain of the kobold race.

Bernard approached Celia and said, "That's how the kobolds are, Lady Celia. After obtaining that ancient artifact, they became arrogant and disdainful of everyone else."

Celia looked over and said calmly, "Lord Bernard, I haven't settled the score with you yet for deliberately leading them to my hotel to disturb my rest."

“This, we didn’t do it on purpose, it was purely coincidental, really.” Bernard scratched his head.

coincidence?

While it was somewhat possible, Celia felt it was more likely that Bernard had already found out where she lived and was deliberately running this way to get her help when he was fleeing.

She didn't like this kind of thing.

If she were weaker, she would end up lying on the same board as that Bode.

So she won't give Bonard a friendly look, even if it might just be a coincidence.

And Bernard, too, dared not say anything.

What do they dare say about Celia's strength?
The kobold sorcerers who treated them like dogs were killed by Celia; the fact that they didn't kneel down on the spot shows they had backbone.

Celia snorted, turned to look at Haru, the kobold chieftain, and calmly asked, "You've attacked me repeatedly and disturbed my rest. Lord Haru, what do you suggest we do?"

"Hmph, you think you can..."

Bang!
Before Haru could finish speaking, his face turned to one side, and the fur on his face was covered in frost.

Celia blew on her little fist. "What did you say? I didn't hear you."

"you……"

Bang!
Haru's face turned to the other side again.

"Damn it, orcs cannot be insulted!"

Haru didn't speak, but the other surviving kobolds were already enraged.

They charged forward, howling.

Haru is the clan chief, so killing him would have to be done with caution, but for the others, Celia had no qualms about it.

A fierce battle... no, a one-sided beating quickly unfolded.

However, considering that these people were not affected by the ancient artifact and could still be saved, Celia only severely injured them, requiring them to stay in bed for three to five years, instead of killing them outright.

When only Haru remained in the air, everyone fell silent.

Celia rubbed her fist and sighed, "Sigh, I'm still too kind."

Bernard's eyelids twitched as he looked at the kobolds lying on the ground barely alive.

He instinctively took two steps away from Celia.

Celia didn't pay any attention, she just looked at Haru and held out her hand: "Give it to me."

Haru looked at Celia in fear: "W-what?"

Celia said impatiently, "Ancient relics, what else could they be?"

"No, I can't give this to you; it's the core of our rise."

"Give me a break. It's just a corrupted relic of a god. Don't let your entire race become lackeys of the abyss before you've even risen to power."

Haru was stunned for a moment: "You...you know about that relic?"

"Give it to me. You can't handle that thing. I know you have it on you. Don't force me to steal it."

As she spoke, Celia slowly approached Haru.

Haru's body slowly tensed: "Don't come any closer!"

Celia ignored her and simply raised her hand to look at the silver bracelet on her wrist.

The bracelet is glowing.

Furthermore, the closer one gets to Haru, the brighter the light becomes.

From the moment she learned that the so-called ancient relic could elevate an ordinary mage to the fourth tier and restore their rationality, enabling them to obey orders, Celia had a vague suspicion.

This ability to skip arduous training and directly elevate a person to the fourth level is not something that ordinary people can do.

Only a god could do that.

Thus, Celia began to suspect that the ancient relic Haru obtained was actually a divine relic, but it had been corrupted by demonic energy.

Because the coordinates given by the Goddess of Fate were inside the Orc Empire, Celia guessed that the divine relic might be related to the Goddess of Fate.

Now it seems there really is a connection.

This bracelet could even sense relics of the gods, which surprised Celia.

The immense pressure surged through Haru's body, making him feel as if he were facing a fifth or even sixth-tier mage, not a mage of the same rank.

He didn't want to hand over that relic.

However, his proud subordinates had already been dealt with by Celia, and he was now all alone, with Bonard and others eyeing him covetously. Whether he surrendered or not would have no impact on the outcome; it would simply mean whether he would be standing or lying down.

Haru looked up and saw Bonard and the others with greed in their eyes, and his heart tightened.

He opened his mouth, his throat dry: "I can give it to you, but I hope you won't give it to Bernard."

As he spoke, he took out a round bead from his pocket, which was emitting a faint black light.

As if sensing the bracelet's call, the bead floated up from his hand and slowly flew towards Celia.

When Celia reached out and caught the bead, he seemed to have aged ten years, his whole body hunched over.

Seeing this, Bernard slowly moved forward.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Hiro. Hehe, Haru, we haven't settled our score yet."

(End of this chapter)