Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

As the person in charge of the entire base, Vera knew how sturdy this hidden magic circle was.

If we consider this magic circle's health bar to be 10000 points, then each attack she deals would only deal a few points. If it were a fifth-tier mage, it might deal tens of points, and a sixth-tier mage a few hundred points.

It can be broken, even by an ordinary person hitting it with a hammer for several years.

It just won't be a short time.

She became very anxious.

"Damn it, why did you make the internal magic array so sturdy!"

Boom boom boom!

The puppet's fists slammed into the door like a storm, and the runes' luster finally began to dim under the attack.

"You guys come and help too!"

She wasn't alone in getting in; there were several other heretics as well.

Although they are not as strong as her, they can at least shorten the time a bit.

At this point, they no longer cared about damaging the magic array.

The magic circle can be rebuilt. If the intruder is allowed to wreak havoc on the entire stronghold and leave unscathed, it will directly affect the Blood Alliance's plans...

Thinking of the Blood Alliance leader's methods, a look of fear appeared on Vera's face.

"We must never allow that to happen!"

Besides the puppet, she also came personally, unleashing her spiritual power to penetrate the runes and disrupt the runes of the magic circle, creating conditions for the puppet to attack, allowing the puppet's attack to penetrate deeper and destroy the magic circle faster.

So, about forty minutes later, as the wall collapsed, Vera rushed out of the secret laboratory.

She quickly used the magic circle's link device to establish contact with the base's magic circle, projecting the entire base's surveillance system in front of her.

When she saw the entrances where restrictions had been lifted, and the people lying haphazardly in the prayer area, her face turned grim.

"asshole!"

Vera was filled with impotent rage, and she immediately rushed towards the entrance/exit.

But the voice behind her made her stop:

"Lady Vera, let's check on the others first. If we chase after them now, they may already be far away. Instead, let's look for any clues left on the bodies of our deceased brothers and sisters."

Vera paused, then turned to look at Jesticaf, who was still lying where he had been hit, his face covered in blood.

Seeing Vera looking over, he said with difficulty, "Shortly after Lady Vera went inside, we heard your voice from the stronghold saying that you had captured the intruder and were preparing to hold a public trial in the prayer area for everyone to watch. I was unable to move, so I didn't go."

The base projection wasn't seen by Vera alone; everyone around her saw it, including Justicarf, who had just been knocked to the ground by Vera.

He was extremely relieved that he had been beaten so badly that he couldn't move, otherwise he would have become part of that group of people by now.

Vera walked over, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up, coldly saying, "You're right, but I haven't even settled the score for bringing him in yet. I'll allow you to redeem yourself by helping me find where he is."

After saying this, she carried Jestikkaf and the remaining few heretics quickly to the prayer area.

Hundreds of people lay dead in the empty prayer area; some were wailing, some were crawling in the shadows, and others were panting heavily.

But many more people simply fainted.

Several heretics behind Vera quickly went over to check and then reported back.

"Lady Vera, all the power within them has been purified."

Vera was stunned for a moment. "Purification? Impossible. Even the Holy Court's purification technique cannot purify the power from the gods."

"But...really, not a single drop..."

Bang!

Enraged, Vera launched a mental attack on him, turning him into one of the people lying on the ground.

She left Jesticaf aside and went to check on the others herself.

A moment later, she stood up with a grim expression.

"It can completely drain the power of a god... This is definitely not a purification spell, but some kind of magic that can absorb the power of others..."

She looked at everyone, casually pulled up a former second-tier heretic, and asked in a cold voice, "I'm asking you, how did that person turn you all into this?"

The heretic cried out in anguish, "He...he used a purification spell..."

Click!

With the sound of bones breaking, the heretic's suffering ended.

Vera pulled up another person: "I'm asking you, how did that person make you all like this?"

The heretic who had witnessed the previous heretic's miserable state was filled with fear. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "He used special magic to drain the divine power from our bodies. It must be another sect causing trouble!"

In the Arctic Blood Alliance, this kind of demonic pollution, which carries a trace of divine power, is called the power of the gods, or simply divine power.

"Other sects..."

Vera pondered for a moment and accepted this explanation.

"The Holy Court's useless purification technique cannot counteract the power of the gods, so only other sects could be causing trouble. So, which sect is doing this?"

Vera couldn't understand it.

At this moment, Jesticaf cautiously said, "Lady Vera, that person must have been able to extract the divine power of so many people in one go without leaving a trace. If we can combine the traces he left behind, we might be able to track down his location."

Vera's eyes lit up. "You're right. I almost forgot. I originally climbed to this position by tracking prey."

Mental magic is very rare and possesses abilities that many sorcerers are completely unaware of.

One of them is that he possesses tracking abilities comparable to those of a shadow mage.

Vera released her mental energy, carefully sensing the surroundings using mental magic, and slowly smiled.

"Heh, you managed to draw away the divine power of so many people in one go. You really did leave behind traces of your spiritual power. You can't escape."

After laughing, her expression gradually turned cold. She glanced at everyone lying on the ground and muttered to herself, "Things have come to this point and there's no going back... These useless people who have had their divine power drained are worthless now. Perhaps... they can be my nourishment."

After saying that, Vera's body slowly floated up.

Then, a powerful mental storm erupted instantly, sweeping over everyone present, including the few unharmed sorcerers, who all became her targets.

Moments later, apart from Jesticaf who had been deliberately spared, no other heretics were alive at the scene.

Vera picked up Jesticaf, ignoring the fear on his face, and flew outside with him in her arms.

Once outside, she glanced back at the subspace entrance and snapped her fingers.

The connection between the subspace outpost and reality was instantly severed.

“It’s already destroyed, so let’s be thorough and prevent the leader from finding out the specifics. Next…”

She sensed the blurry figure and gave a cold laugh.

"Running outside? Perhaps you've discovered me and want to lure me? So what if you try to seduce me!"

Chapter 317 I love watching women fight.

Previously.

After leaving the heretical stronghold, Celia arrived at a place in the slums.

"Lord Ross, are we really going to do that?"

"The purification ritual you performed could easily leave traces. That fourth-tier mage is a mental mage, and he will most likely track you down based on the traces you left behind. Therefore, you can only go back safely if you eliminate him."

"But there's not enough time to set up a magic array... Should we call the school's instructors, or report it to the Northern Alliance?"

"No need for that, just do as I say, and you'll kill two birds with one stone."

"Ok."

Celia carried a backpack, disguising herself.

When she reappeared, she had taken on the appearance of Mir.

Then, she pretended to 'accidentally' reveal her presence, allowing Suna, a fourth-tier mage of the Twilight Cult living in the slums, to discover it.

The familiar scent quickly alerted Su Na, who rushed over immediately.

When Celia saw her, she pretended to be stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "You... how are you still alive? How did you get here?"

Although it wasn't five o'clock yet, it was already bright in Koster, and people in the slums were starting to come out and about, with shops opening for business.

Celia, disguised as Mir, looked like a noble mage who had come out to savor the local delicacies of the slums, with a piece of cheese bread in her hand.

Upon seeing Suna approaching, she feigned panic, quickly boarded her flying broom, and 'randomly' chose a direction to run off in.

It looked like they were panicking and running away without thinking.

Of course, Celia's nervousness was genuine.

Luring another fourth-tier mage to fight another mage—that would be so exciting!

It's impossible not to be nervous.

Celia took off in a panic and flew away.

Having not lost her composure, Suna smiled and licked her lips. "Finally found you, my little puppy, hehe... You don't know, if I hadn't seen you by chance, I wouldn't have asked to come over, hehehehe..."

Celia, who had been watching Suna's movements closely, was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised.

"So she really came for 'Mir'?"

"That's not right. Mir isn't a contestant; she's just a spectator. How did she know?"

Mir also came to the competition venue as a spectator to support his school's competition.

If Suna hadn't failed to see through her disguise last night, Celia would have suspected that Suna had already seen through her disguise and only came to the competition after seeing her.

The result was clearly not the case.

That would be strange.

"Perhaps when various newspapers were recording the athletes from different countries, they accidentally wrote about Mir, and that's how this crazy woman found out."

Celia didn't think that much about it; if anyone was going to be unlucky, it would be Mil.

But as long as Mir doesn't go out unnecessarily, he won't be in trouble.

Celia felt reassured by the unhurried pursuit she was receiving.

"It's better not to grab it directly."

She liked Suna's slow and unhurried approach.

Soon, Celia hurriedly led Suna to the outskirts of the slums.

She pretended that she had just realized she was going the wrong way and quickly flew in another direction, preparing to take a detour back.

Suna clearly wasn't going to give her that chance. She appeared in front of him instantly, herding 'Mir' like a Border Collie herding sheep, forcing 'Mir' to run away.

Celia went along with her, thinking that this woman had probably developed some kind of morbid feelings for 'Mir' after thinking about him day and night.

Then let me 'hurt' you one more time.

"Someone's coming from over there," Ross's voice came through the phone.

Then, Celia immediately sensed the fourth-tier mage from the Arctic Blood Alliance flying over from the other side, as shared by Ross.

Unlike Suna's cat-and-mouse mentality, the other party clearly wouldn't give her a chance to play around and escape.

Sure enough, not long after, Celia sensed a violent surge of magic and spiritual power coming from afar.

She flew incredibly fast and quickly arrived nearby. Upon seeing Celia's retreating figure, she immediately shouted, "Hmph, trying to run away? Stay here!"

Celia was wearing the same outfit she had worn at the Arctic Blood Alliance stronghold. As soon as Vera saw her back, she immediately launched an attack.

A surge of violent mental magic immediately rushed towards Celia.

Before Celia could react to the attack, which came without warning, Suna frowned and instantly summoned a puppet to block the attack.

Sensing the mental attack transmitted through the puppet, Suna was slightly taken aback. "Mental magic? You're Vera from the Arctic Blood Alliance?"

Vera didn't stop, and coldly shouted, "This has nothing to do with you, get out of the way!"

So impolite, Suna didn't hold back either. Facing Vera's charge, the puppet raised its fist, covered in black flames, and smashed it at Vera without hesitation.

"you wanna die!"