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

Chapter 40: My body was taken over by an evil god, sob sob sob.

While Celia was still hesitating, Dylan's magic had already taken effect.

Spikes began to rise from the trembling ground, spreading towards Celia and the crowd.

"Try my combo attack: Earthquake Intimidation and Combined Ground Spikes!"

There was no room for further thought. Celia relinquished control of her body and allowed Ross to possess her.

But before Ross's operation, the area in front of the spikes was suddenly covered in green, and strange little grasses that sprang up from the ground and dug their roots deep into the earth, stopping the tremors.

A fisherman carrying a fishing rod stepped out from the crowd.

"Uncle Jack?"

Someone exclaimed.

The newcomer was Jack, who was holding a folded fishing rod as a staff or perhaps a sword. He stood in front of the group and shouted, "Get out of here! This guy is strong. I can't protect you if a fight breaks out."

Although she didn't know why Jack was a sorcerer, Marina, who was the first to react, immediately used her usual prestige to evacuate the villagers who were still watching the fight.

The knights who were blocking the way are now unable to get up again, and they're just watching the show; they deserve to die.

Only Celia and Ross were unfazed. Celia watched Ross's actions from within the mental space and asked in confusion, "Isn't he a heretic? Why is he saving everyone?"

"You'll know once you've had the call."

Ross gave a casual reply and prepared to move the puppet forward, but was stopped by Jack.

His face was filled with sorrow: "Miss Celia, thank you for your help to Bea Village. Hurry up and leave, you can't handle him, it will be too late if you don't leave now."

Celia: "?"

"I'm only at the second level, I can't hold him off for long, let's go!"

"Go to hell!" Ross cursed. "Get out of my way and don't bother me."

Jack was taken aback by 'Celia's' sudden outburst, but then smiled knowingly, "Fine, let's all go together then, what if a miracle happens?"

Seeing 'Celia' rushing towards Dylan, he changed his target and turned to Dylan's puppet, saying, "Hold Dylan back, and I'll try my best to deal with his puppet."

Jack raised his hand and unleashed two sword energies, leaving a shallow white mark on the puppet's body. The puppet then charged forward, and with a simple punch, it snapped Jack's fishing rod in two, sending him flying backward.

On the other side, Ross's mental energy was firmly locked onto Dylan. When he saw the other raise his hand, he immediately knew that he was going to use the second-tier spell [Earth Cage] to trap him.

"too slow."

First-tier spell, Basic Illusion, activate!
'Celia's' body flickered, creating a substitute that became the target of the Earth Cage, while the real Celia moved to the side and unleashed 100 ordinary ice spikes!
Just like a Gatling gun, a hundred ice spikes rushed towards Dylan in succession.

At this moment, Dylan's Earth Cage had just finished casting the spell. The arrival of the ice spikes surprised him for a moment, but he did not bother to stop them.

"So many ice spikes?!"

Dylan's expression changed drastically, and he hastily used Mage's Shield—but when he cast it, he was already hit by a dozen ice spikes. All the ice spikes concentrated on one point, shattering his protective magic.

Fortunately, the Mage's Shield was successfully cast.

Before he could even catch his breath, an invisible hand suddenly appeared, shoving his mage shield aside and exposing him to the ice spikes!
A large number of ice spikes formed an ice pillar. This ordinary first-tier magic made Dylan very embarrassed, so much so that he had no time to pay attention to controlling the puppet and let it fight freely.

"Watch closely, this is how to use the Mage's Hand."

Ross spoke to Celia, and a mage's hand, formed from concentrated mental energy, slammed into Dylan, sending him flying.

Ice spikes followed closely behind.

A fierce look appeared on Dylan's face.

"You forced me!"

He took out a scroll from his pocket, which remained unharmed despite the attack of the ice spikes.

"Bring it to you."

However, just as he was about to tear it open, the mage's hand snatched the scroll away and presented it to Ross.

"A fourth-tier spell, Meteor Shower Scroll, not bad, I'll take it." Dylan was stunned. "What kind of magic is this?"

"Who pulls out a scroll when they're being beaten?"

A deluge of magic engulfed Dylan.

The mage's hand transformed into the purest mental shock, further disorienting him and rendering him unable to cast spells, leaving him only as a target.

"Ice Spikes has no cooldown and reduces resilience, and it's controlled by Mage's Hand. As a third-tier mage whose lack of training has resulted in a significant reduction in all attributes, once your resilience bar is empty, you can forget about ever getting back up."

Unfortunately, first-tier spells are still too weak. If second-tier spells were used, Dylan would have died eight hundred times over.

Of course, under Rose's crushing dominance, his situation wasn't much better.

"This is the downside of focusing on puppet training while neglecting one's own development. A dignified third-tier mage with only second-tier physical strength," Ross instructed Celia.

Celia nodded repeatedly. Although she didn't understand what Ross meant by resilience bars, she still carefully sensed the magic circuits Ross was casting.

This is a rare teaching session, and the target audience is a third-tier mage.

Celia could tell that Dylan, this third-tier mage, lacked daily practice and had become rusty.

He hadn't fought in a long time and had forgotten what fighting was like.

"Kill or not?" Ross asked.

“Ah? This…” Celia hesitated for a long time, then shook her head. “I… I’ve never killed anyone, I wouldn’t dare… He… he’s a member of the Holy Court, let the Inquisition decide.”

"what ever."

Ross responded casually, his mental energy transforming into a needle that pierced Dylan's brain, turning his mental space into a mess, shattering his magic, and turning him into a Muggle.

He then looked at the situation on the puppet's side.

Despite having the help of Celia's puppet, Jack was not in a good position against a puppet of third-tier strength.

Unlike ancient puppets that would stop moving when their master disconnected them, these puppets fight autonomously, fighting until they complete the command given by their master.

Unless the magic runs out.

Just like now, without Dylan's magical input, relying solely on the magic within the Arcane Forge, the puppet has gradually stopped attacking.

However, at this point, Jack had little power to resist and was only slightly better off than Dylan.

Ross walked over and looked down at Jack. "Is he dead?"

"No."

Jack turned his head with difficulty to look at the defeated Dylan, his shock lingering in his eyes.

"You...killed him?"

"He's not dead, he's still breathing," Ross said calmly, raising his hand to cast a healing spell on him.

Jack felt as if the girl in front of him had become a completely different person.

It feels so unfamiliar, so scary.

Seeing that Jack's condition was starting to improve, Ross stopped arguing with him and took out his puppet repair tools. He opened Dylan's puppet and looked at the puppet heart inside.

"Strange, how can it be man-made? It's garbage."

Ross shook his head, returning control of the body to Celia.

"Your teachers have arrived."

"really?"

Celia looked up in surprise and saw several figures flying across the sky in the distance.

(End of this chapter)