The Villain Saint is my secondary account

She managed to steady herself and watched as several well-dressed figures emerged from the surrounding darkness. She finally understood where the murderous intent directed at her came from.

The raging fire that just fell from the sky was clearly not the work of the girl from the Northern Sanctuary, but rather came from one of the men in front of them, a man with fiery red hair.

"The Holy Son of the Sunfire Sanctuary, and the War Sanctuary... It's truly an honor that a group of chosen ones like you have gathered together to wait for me in this pitch-black cellar."

Ella's voice was laced with sarcasm.

As we can see, the ambush on Ella was not limited to the Ice Saintess from before.

As far as the eye could see, three figures gradually appeared in the darkness.

In other words, all twelve holy temples under the Holy Light Church have now been chosen by the three families.

Interestingly, some of the chosen ones' appearances do not match those of the chosen ones in Ella's memories from her previous life, while others, in Ella's previous life, should not have been chosen ones born in that sanctuary.

"Of course, we value you very much."

The Ice Saintess, seemingly the leader, spoke in a flippant tone, pointing a dazzling ice shard with her fingertip.

“In the past, all the candidates of the Holy Temple participated in the trials together. Isn’t this perfect? ​​It can give your final act a good sense of ceremony.”

"The curtain falls? Hehehe... Then you all come and try."

Ella slowly rose, her face, hidden in the dappled light and shadow, revealing no expression.

"It's good that you've all gathered together, which saves me the trouble of cleaning up each and every one of you."

As she spoke, a chilling killing intent suddenly erupted from her petite body, instantly sweeping across the entire area.

A chilling aura suddenly swept over her, and the Ice Saintess's previously arrogant expression froze, a bead of sweat involuntarily trickling down her forehead.

What a terrifying aura... This guy truly lives up to his reputation as an evil god.

Chapter 112 Catching the Bait in a Jar

"Don't be careless...this guy is no ordinary monster."

Beside the girl in the blue gauze dress, a man carrying a rough greatsword gave a deep warning.

This was the Holy Son from the Temple of War. Although he had witnessed many brutal battles, this was the first time he had ever felt such a terrifying bloody aura emanating from a person.

"No need for you to talk nonsense."

However, the Ice Saintess seemed unmoved by her companion's unnecessary reminders.

Although just meeting Ella's deep eyes made her body tremble slightly, she still tried to sound tough in her tone.

"She can only be arrogant for a short time. Once the magic circle is activated, she'll just be a toy to be slaughtered."

As they spoke, the petite girl entangled in black mud in the center of the arena seemed to grow impatient. Before the three chosen ones could make a move, she suddenly vanished from the arena in a flash.

"Beware!"

A loud shout came as a warning, and before the Ice Saintess could react, a giant sword blocked her way.

A sharp blade, trailing a jet of black light as thick as ink, suddenly slashed down, but was just barely blocked by the sturdy greatsword.

An explosive blast of air erupted out, and only then did the Ice Saintess realize what was happening and turn around. The shockwave blew her slender figure several meters away.

But Ella's ghostly figure had somehow flashed to where she had been standing, her hands gripping a strange scythe made of tentacled flesh and blood.

Clearly, if the War Saint hadn't blocked that blow, the arrogant Ice Saintess would have been decapitated in that instant.

The burly man who had blocked Ella's attack with his greatsword was also sweating profusely, and his arms, which were braced against the greatsword, were feeling a little numb.

His firm stance left two deep grooves on the ground, a testament to the immense force of the sickle, which even exceeded his expectations.

Good heavens, this monster is terrifying when it gets serious!?

Knowing the man's strength, the Ice Saintess no longer dared to be arrogant and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Form the formation!"

As her cold voice echoed, the low chanting of incantations rose from the surrounding darkness.

Ella looked up in surprise and saw countless golden streams of light weaving together in the sky, like patterns on a circuit board, gradually forming a huge magic circle.

The dazzling holy light descended, finally illuminating the entire space. It was revealed that the high platform was actually a cliff surrounded on all sides, and on that high platform, there was a circle of priests dressed in white robes.

They raised their hands high and chanted in unison, their exhaled giant magic circle transforming into a massive canopy that blotted out the sky. In comparison, Ella's tiny figure looked like an insect about to be caught in a net of heaven and earth.

She seemed to realize something was wrong then, and tried to open a portal to escape with a flick of her finger.

But then a spatial tremor suddenly occurred around them, and it turned out that the convenient spatial gate magic had failed at this moment.

How could this be?

Following her senses of the spatial anomaly, Ella's gaze locked onto a figure standing among the priests above the high platform.

It was a man with black curly hair. Invisible ripples spread downwards from his open palm, engulfing the entire space.

It's the same Kronos I met with Susie Yun in Blue Mane Bay. So that's how it is. The Miracle Mage's spatial abilities can also seal her spatial magic. I just don't know what conditions are required.

Ella, who had originally intended to get as much intelligence as possible, smirked, then snorted and sprinted towards the outer edge of the platform.

"Don't let her get away!"

The Ice Saintess roared, and beside her, the fiery red-haired Sunfire Saint immediately slammed his palms into the ground. A golden fire dragon landed on the ground, raised its head, and roared as it leaped through the air towards Ella, who had turned into a shadow and fled.

Looking back at the fire dragon attacking from behind, Ella wasn't thinking about how to withstand this divine spell, but rather pondering that the guy's flames were somewhat strange.

The chosen one of the Sunfire Gods should have been Princess Lilia of Loren, so I don't know how this Sunfire Saint Son came about.

However, since she was putting on an act, she still used the little divine power she had left in this body to summon huge tentacles to block the fire dragon with overwhelming power.

The fire dragon collided with the dark tentacles and instantly burst apart, burning off large sections of the tentacles and shattering itself into a rain of fire that fell from the sky, turning the earth into a sea of ​​fire.

Although she managed to withstand the divine spell, Ella seemed to have been delayed in time and unable to escape the area covered by the strange magic circle high in the sky.

Countless golden chains descended from the sky, like falling raindrops, completely sealing off all of Ella's space to maneuver.

"You guys really like bondage play..."

Ella's complaints were drowned out by the countless rumbling chains. Her petite figure was brutally pierced by the chains, and tiny tendrils burst out of the wound like flowers.

As the magic circle in the air rotated, Ella's body rolled several times on the ground in a disheveled manner. The terrifying and powerful aura disappeared, and was instead submerged by holy power.

The Ice Saintess watched from afar as Ella struggled on the ground like a caterpillar for a while before she felt relieved and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.

"What the hell is this thing? It can actually seal my divine magic..."

Ella frowned slightly, her calm expression seemingly a forced attempt to maintain her composure.

"The Chains of Heaven, left by the God of Light thousands of years ago as a means for believers to fight against the gods. It's hard to believe, isn't it? In those distant times, the Holy Temple was so powerful that it could rival the gods with just human strength."

The girl in blue regained her cold expression and stepped forward with elegant steps.

Although the aura that the little guy just unleashed was indeed a bit frightening, fortunately, their preparations were quite thorough.

Otherwise, with just three chosen ones, they might not be able to defeat this guy.

But no matter what, now, the other party is just a toy for her to do with.

"You must have gone to a lot of trouble to prepare this grand ceremony. Activating a divine spell of this level must have taken a lot of effort."

Ella moved the corners of her mouth, trying to show a sly and charming smile, but unfortunately her "facial muscles" weren't very cooperative, and she could only manage a forced smile.

The Ice Saintess noticed Ella's unusual expression, but didn't think too much about it. Instead, she raised her foot and kicked Ella hard in the stomach.

"Still putting on a brave face at this point, Holy Maiden of Light. It's worth any cost to use her to deal with you."

The little girl trembled and curled up, seemingly in some pain.

"Alright, Sophia, let's not waste time. Let Kyle take care of maintaining things here for now."

Just then, Kronos's lazy voice came from above, "Once we reclaim the Holy City, you can come back and deal with this dangerous fellow at your leisure."

"Tsk tsk, too bad I wanted to torment this guy a little more."

The Ice Saintess crossed her arms and looked down at Ella with disdain. "Putting everything else aside, this little face of hers is quite cute."

Ella didn't speak, but angrily raised her eyelids and glanced at the other person.

"no problem."

The fiery-haired holy son immediately responded and stepped forward to take over the position of looking after Ella.

After giving the order, Kronos and the chosen one of the War Gods quietly left using spatial magic. The Ice Saintess, called Sophia, went along the passageway outside the platform to the exit of the underground palace.

As time passed, only the fiery-haired saint and Ella remained on the empty platform, along with a circle of priests in the center of the platform who were responsible for continuously chanting incantations.

The underground palace returned to silence, except for the enormous magic array in the sky that continued to slowly swirl.

Chapter 113 A Slight Miss

Ah, the little straw bag has fallen over.

Inside the White Tower, Ella, through shared vision, watched as the stand she had created was pitifully wrapped up like a dumpling, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a sly laugh.

But she immediately realized that such a girlish demeanor seemed to detract from her imposing image, so she sat up straight again.

As for the "Templar Knights" who were killed by the aftershocks of the divine magic, they were actually just familiars corrupted and transformed from the corpses of priests she picked up outside the White Tower Square.

Anyway, the Templars are all wearing thick armor, and as long as they don't show their tentacled faces underneath, who knows what's inside?

The Lock of Heaven, the spatial divine art seal, the three chosen gods... This brief battle showed her quite a few incredible things.

The three major families certainly have a lot of cards to play, no wonder they dared to lure her in.

However, as the saying goes, one wrong step leads to another, and now it's her turn to give the other party a little surprise.

……

In the underground palace of the trial grounds, the Holy Son Kyle stood by with his arms crossed.

Since being sealed away, the saintess on earth seems to have become much quieter, remaining motionless, and it's unclear whether she has accepted her fate.

This did save Kyle a lot of trouble, though the long wait on this large platform was a bit so boring it made him want to yawn...

Wait a minute.

As Kyle was thinking this, he noticed that the saintess's body seemed to have become a little "deflated" than before.

It's like a deflated balloon, gradually shrinking.

This forced him to get closer and observe.

The magic array hovering in the sky emitted a dazzling golden light. He quickly saw the figure on the ground, which was no longer as lively as before. Instead, its eyes were dull and its pupils were dilated.

"Hey?"

This surprised Kyle. The formation only had a temporary sealing effect and no ability to kill, so why did the saintess seem to have completely lost her life?

He couldn't help but squat down and reach out to check Ella's breath, but when the back of his hand accidentally touched her small nose, he felt a strange sensation.

Why does skin that looks fair and smooth feel so... rough when you touch it?

A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Kyle's heart.

This unease prevented him from even noticing a large rat slowly walking past his shoe. He anxiously grabbed "Ella's" face and then gently tugged, tearing away her delicate, adorable face like a ripped-off straw.

The large clump of black tentacles, covered by the surface of straw, were revealed, and seemed a little shy, wriggling and shrinking inward.

It was at this moment that Kyle finally realized that something terrible had happened.

"Oh no!! This isn't..."

He stood up in alarm, about to look up and warn the priests on the platform, when suddenly a short figure in a black cloak appeared before him, standing quietly opposite the "corpse," grinning and staring at him.

"What happened, Your Highness? Why are you so worried? Tell me about it."

A melodious, bell-like voice rang out, and a pair of crescent-shaped, cunning deep red eyes, slightly curved beneath the hood, were reflected in Kyle's wide, shocked pupils, like the gaze of a demon.

"Damn!!"

Kyle cried out and raised his arm, a deep red flame rapidly condensing in his palm.

But then a spatial fluctuation swept across, like an invisible blade slicing through, cleanly and swiftly slicing his outstretched arm in two.

Blood splattered, Kyle's eyes widened in shock, and he didn't immediately realize what had happened.

The next moment, an unbearable pain surged to his head, and he twisted his face, grabbed his remaining half-severed arm, and let out a hysterical scream.

"what!!!!!!"

"Pfft, I understand it must hurt, but your image is just too reminiscent of someone I know."