Just became an evil god and was summoned by the saint

After about half an hour of bumpy driving, the ride gradually became smoother.

The carriage seemed to have stopped in one place, and the sounds of a third-tier mage talking to someone could be heard outside. After a moment, it continued forward.

Ten minutes later, the carriage stopped, and the third-tier mage opened the curtain and said, "Alright, we've arrived."

Celia opened the curtain and stepped out, finding herself in the backyard of a house. There, a third-tier mage was talking to a middle-aged man.

"This is the third-tier mage I just told you about, who volunteered to be a slave. His identity is unknown. Anyway, he's in your hands now. You handle it."

After saying that, the third-tier mage gave Celia a strange look, then got into the carriage and prepared to drive away.

Celia's voice came through: "Did I give you permission to leave?"

The third-tier mage was stunned. He looked at Celia, but before he could speak, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. He touched it and was horrified to find that his blood was gushing out uncontrollably.

"you……"

He had barely uttered a single word when his head fell to the ground and froze solid like a watermelon.

The middle-aged man, who had been looking at the man with a strange expression, suddenly stopped smiling.

"How dare they kill my people on my turf? Interesting."

clap clap clap!

He clapped his hands, and a magic circle immediately appeared on the ground in the backyard, enveloping the entire backyard.

Immediately afterwards, several figures jumped out of the bushes in the backyard and surrounded Celia.

There were twelve people in total.

Celia sensed it for a moment and then pouted.

They're all second-tier mages, are you kidding me?

Without further ado, Celia used her exceptional magical control to instantly condense twelve ice blades, which plunged into the necks of the opponents just as they summoned their puppets to prepare for battle.

There were twelve large, chilled watermelons on the ground.

The middle-aged man looked shocked, seemingly not expecting to die so quickly. Then his face darkened, and his fourth-level aura erupted instantly!

Chapter 469 Celia's Frequent Setbacks

The fourth-tier mage, who was a slave trader, obviously didn't expect his subordinates to die so quickly.

Before advancing to the fourth rank, the gap between mages is not as vast as the gap between the third and fourth ranks.

For a fourth-tier mage, the first and second tiers, and the second and third tiers, are like small ants and big ants; they don't feel there's much difference.

He had never seen anything like Celia's act of instantly killing twelve 'same-rank' mages.

Feeling the magic fluctuations slowly dissipating from the twelve large watermelons, the slave trader narrowed his eyes. "Your control over magic is very strong, reaching the fourth level. However, the gap between the third and fourth levels is like a chasm, which cannot be bridged by control over magic."

The slave trader slowly approached Celia. He didn't summon any puppets or even use any weapons; he simply used the difference in their ranks to gradually put pressure on Celia.

Celia has already summoned the puppet.

Just like the fourth-tier enemy she encountered at the Lighthouse in Leites City, this slave trader who had sent twelve second-tier subordinates to her first time underestimated her after seeing her rank.

"The difference between the third and fourth tiers mainly lies in the refinement of magic power and the power of spells. 100% refinement is the basic requirement for entering the fourth tier. In addition, fourth-tier mages can draw on the magic power in the environment to enhance the power of their spells. With all these enhancements, they can have the strength to crush third-tier mages."

Ross's voice slowly echoed in Celia's mind.

"This slave trader's magic refinement level is 105%, and his magic usage is increased by 20%, which is much weaker than the fourth-tier mage we encountered at the lighthouse."

As he spoke, Ross shook his head. "This guy has long since entered the fourth tier, but because he's been busy managing the slave business, he's neglected his cultivation. Cultivation is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind. He's now a piece of trash among the fourth tier... But don't underestimate him. If he summons the puppet, given the fourth tier's ability to utilize the puppet's heart, he can still easily crush you."

Celia nodded slightly.

A fourth-tier mage's own amplification is enough to overwhelm a third-tier mage, even a fourth-tier mage whose strength has regressed.

Unlike puppets, puppets do not experience a decline in strength. Fourth-tier mages can utilize the Heart of the Puppet to their fullest extent.

The puppet can cast spells much more effectively than the sorcerer himself.

"Then let him be like that heretic, attacked with a storm of attacks to prevent him from summoning the puppet, otherwise... we can only pray to the gods," Celia thought to herself.

The pressure from the fourth-tier aura was a big problem for her, but fortunately, as Ross's mental power poured in, the pressure gradually disappeared.

But Celia still pretended to be overwhelmed by the oppressive aura.

She held the staff and pretended to cast a spell with great difficulty.

Several ice blades rushed towards him. The slave trader glanced at them but didn't even bother to use magic to block them, letting the ice blades strike his expensively custom-made mage robes, exploding into clouds of ice mist.

The first-tier ice blades had virtually no effect on him.

"Because of tension, the control over spells weakens. Do you see that? That's the difference between the third and fourth tiers. The fourth tier can control spells at will, and the power of spells won't weaken due to the slightest fluctuation."

The slave trader raised his hand, and a fireball quickly condensed, rushing towards Celia.

Celia's expression changed, and she quickly conjured several ice shields.

It took several pure ice shields in a row to barely neutralize the power of the fireball, and she had to take several steps back.

Seeing this, the slave trader shook his head even more: "I thought you were very strong, but is this all you are? Fine, you killed so many of my people, so you can pay off your debt yourself. A third-tier female mage with talent may not be popular in the slave market, but she is still worth a lot of money."

Sorcerer slaves are popular, but high-ranking slaves are not.

Because the higher the rank, the greater the variables, and slave owners also value their lives, fearing that a high-ranking sorcerer might accidentally kill them.

Although slave collars usually contain runes that restrict slaves from using magic, high-level mages are restricted in the same way as first and second-level mages, and can only serve their slave owners by relying on their physical strength. So why not just buy a first-level mage?

There are ordinary nobles who want to experience the humiliation of a high-ranking sorcerer kneeling before them; they are fanatical in their pursuit of high-ranking sorcerer slaves. However, such people are relatively few. Most slave owners buy slaves so that the slaves can work for them.

The most sought-after are the sorcerer slaves who have trained their bodies with magic, have little strength, but are very hardworking.

"Give up resisting. You can't escape. This place is shrouded in a magic array. Even a fourth-level cultivator wouldn't be able to break through it in a short time, let alone you."

Seeing that Celia seemed to want to escape, the slave trader smiled coldly, did not stop her, and continued to slowly walk towards her.

Several more ice blades rushed over, blowing his clothes up.

Apart from some faint marks, it did not cause any damage.

Celia bumped into the invisible barrier of the magic circle, turned around, and looked panicked. She stood close to the barrier, put one hand behind her back against it, and waved her staff with the other hand, releasing a large number of random ice spells as if they were free.

There were too many of them, so the slave trader decided to show her some 'respect' by releasing a shallow fire shield in front of her and then strolling over leisurely.

"Fearless resistance, I heard you want 50 gold coins?"

He took out a handful of gold coins and played with them in his hand.

"Here are 50 gold coins as payment for your sale. Now, I am your master."

"As a slave, you have no right to dispose of your property, so I'll keep your 50 gold coins for you. Come here and call me master."

Then, the slave trader paused for a moment, "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Galton, your master. Tell me your name, or I will give you a new name."

Galton slowly approached Celia, 5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters.

He stopped 3 meters away, looking at Celia who was still resisting and had finally broken the fire shield he had casually cast with a lot of spells, and said indifferently: "Alright, the farce is over. Work for me until someone takes a liking to you."

He raised his hand, about to use a binding spell to restrain Celia.

But at that moment, the fear and terror on Celia's face disappeared.

A glint flashed in the girl's eyes, and she raised her staff, shouting, "Freeze!"

The ice spells that had been used earlier exploded into a large amount of ice mist on Galton's body. This ice mist did not dissipate, but accumulated on his body.

Instead of using the ice mist to block Galton's vision, Celia chose to envelop him in the mist, as small amounts of the ice mist were not very effective.

When the quantity increases.

Its effects became immediately apparent.

The icy mist surged and quickly formed a thick layer of ice around Galton, imprisoning him.

Galton frowned, sensing something was amiss with this frozen state, and a faint sense of crisis slowly crept into his mind.

Just as he was trying to break free, he suddenly felt as if his mind was being pierced by thousands of needles, making it impossible for him to escape.

At the same time, Celia's true, storm-like magical attack instantly overwhelmed him!

Chapter 470 Celia delivers her victory speech

Galton underestimated her, and Celia gave him the illusion that she was just a harmless little rabbit.

The farther away the mage is, the longer they have to react. Only by getting close can they prevent the target from reacting in time.

Meanwhile, as Celia pretended to be scared and ran away, standing close to the magic circle barrier, she was also quietly invading the magic circle in the courtyard.

The icy mist released by the low-level spells was merely a prelude to the spells she was about to unleash.

A weakened version of the fourth-tier spell—Freeze All Things…—Freeze One Thing.

Higher-level spells are all derived from the fusion and enhancement of lower-level spells. In theory, as long as one is not afraid of the side effects of forcibly using fourth-level spells, everyone can use higher-level spells.

The side effects are mostly magic backlash, instant depletion, insufficient refinement, and forced use of spells. The magic consumed is several times that of others, even for high-level spells. Using just one will drain you dry, because without environmental magic enhancement, the power is also extremely weak.

But if you only use a portion of it, this problem doesn't exist.

The ice barrier restricted Galton's movements, and Celia's mental energy, channeled through the mage's hand, transformed into countless needles that pierced Galton's mind.

Subsequently, a large number of spells and scrolls were used, and a third-tier spell might not be able to harm a fourth-tier mage.

But two, three, ten, dozens—even the strongest defense can still tear apart the target's lines.

Moreover, a mage's own defense isn't actually that high; aside from equipment, they mostly rely on spells for defense.

Besides his sorcerer's robes, Galton had no other means of defense.

"The frozen mist is meant to freeze your sorcerer's robes!"

A flood of spells engulfed Galton, and under the spellcasting guidance of Celia's mage hand, these spells created various wondrous reactions, resulting in even greater power.

Before Galton could react, he was blasted backward.

Celia followed closely behind, continuing her relentless and relentless attack.

Boom boom boom!

Celia pinpointed Galton's location, and even though it was obscured by the white mist from the explosion, she was still able to spot him immediately.

Since her battle with Carmela, Celia has gained a clear understanding of the vitality of a fourth-tier mage.

Even heretics, when they lose their minds, still possess tenacious vitality; even when on the verge of death, they can still blow the roof off the lighthouse.

That's still a heretic.

A normal fourth-tier mage would definitely be even more tenacious!

The light of the spell kept flashing, and Celia gave Galton no chance to catch his breath.

A profound sense of crisis gripped Galton's mind.

He panicked.

"How is this possible? Am I going to die at the hands of a third-tier mage?"

"No, it's impossible!"

"I only need one chance, and I can summon the puppet and take care of this damned guy!"

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Give me this chance!"

Summoning the puppet takes a little time, less than a second, but that's still a long time in a battle. It can only be summoned when the two sides are a certain distance apart, or at the very beginning of the battle, and when the puppet is not under control.

Clearly, Celia wouldn't give him that chance.

The ice-type's powerful freezing control slowed down his magic flow, making it difficult to cast instant spells, let alone spells like the puppet summoning that required a casting time.

The Puppet Storage spell has a hand-raising gesture, which activates the storage runes in the palm and releases the puppet stored in the storage space. Unless you are a space-type mage, no one can cancel this hand-raising gesture before the sixth rank.

Of course, Celia wouldn't give him that chance. She focused her attention on the hand that held the runes and froze the entire hand.

Despite the excruciating pain in his mind, Galton released his mental energy and sent a message to Celia.

"Stop! I'll give you gold coins, 100... no, 1000 gold coins, please let me go."

He was a wealthy slave trader with a lot of gold coins he hadn't spent. He hadn't finished enjoying life and had no desire to die.

Celia remained silent. She knew she couldn't stop now. What good were verbal promises? If she really stopped, she would be the one to suffer.