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

Chapter 51 Let's watch the meteor shower together!
"People these days are really crazy."

Ross, who was keeping an eye on Celia's condition while fighting, couldn't help but sigh again.

"Using puppets to store magic saves you the learning process, but you're helpless when the puppets malfunction. How is this any different from asking an AI for help when knowledge is never processed?"

But I have to say, this thing really can quickly produce magic.

If left to develop for several more decades, it's estimated that sorcerers will no longer need to learn magic at all, leaving everything to the puppets and drawing magic from them when needed—once they lose the puppets, no matter how high their rank, they will just be ordinary people with greater strength.

However, Ross only sighed and did not deny the method. Just like those who are pessimistic about mobile payments, they talk about what to do if they lose their phone, run out of battery, or have no internet. At present, they are just worrying unnecessarily.

After all, if even a puppet stronger than a sorcerer is broken, it's impossible for a sorcerer to remain unscathed.

"This girl is not bad; she can learn to apply what she's learned to other situations so quickly."

Seeing that Celia had defeated the enemy's puppets with a series of punches, Ross smiled slightly and casually dismantled all the puppets involved in the battle.

Ross didn't kill the sorcerers who controlled the puppets; he simply knocked them unconscious and drained their magic—these people were all Celia's spoils of war, and the rewards for the dead and the living were quite different.

Ross inspected all the puppets and couldn't help but shake his head. "They're all artificial divine powers. Thankfully, there aren't as many natural divine powers as I imagined."

It's also possible that these people can't afford it.

After collecting some slightly valuable materials from the dismantled puppet, Ross leisurely walked up to the platform.

At this moment, Celia was standing on the high platform, gazing at the Siren's Eye that was being worshipped before her.

This is a huge eyeball, as big as two fists.

The intense polluting magic emanating from the eyeball confirmed one thing for Celia—most of the dense polluting magic here originated from this Siren's Eye.

"It's too thick, I dare not touch it..."

Celia hesitated, then suddenly heard a voice, turned around and saw her puppet coming towards her, and exclaimed in surprise, "Mr. Ross, you've come! This Siren's Eye is too corrupted, I can't touch it."

Ross nodded. "This is caused by the runes that the heretics carved on the Eye of the Siren. The Eye of the Siren itself is not polluted. The reason they did this is to use the Eye of the Siren to control the White Whale after it is summoned."

As he spoke, Ross stepped forward, focused his mental energy on his fingers, transforming it into a carving knife, and began to carve on the Siren's Eye.

"Notify your teachers and have them come over; they're in Crimson Town right now."

"okay."

Celia opened her bracelet, then put it down again: "It's too deep here to connect to the Protoss network."

Ross tossed him a contaminated bracelet. "Use this."

Celia took the bracelet, resisting the urge to purify it, and activated it with magic, discovering that the bracelet was actually connected to the Protoss Network.

"They even have a dedicated Protoss network interface," Celia exclaimed in surprise.

Ross remained silent, rapidly carving runes.

"Our intrusion into the ceremony hall has been reported by those who escaped. Their higher-level combatants will be coming in soon. Get ready and stall until your teacher arrives."

"Ok."

Celia quickly contacted her mentor, Elena, and informed her of everything that was happening there, sharing her astrological coordinates.

"Don't do anything rash, we're on our way," Elena replied, then hung up the phone.

Celia glanced at Ross secretly.

Hehe, things have already gone completely awry.

After cutting off contact, Celia was wondering if she could help in any way when Ross suddenly said, "Now, block us with ten layers of ice walls."

"what?"

"listen to me."

"okay."

Without asking any further questions, Celia immediately unleashed an ice wall, layer upon layer.

After descending ten floors, Celia felt that her magic power was almost depleted.

Sigh, I still can't conserve magic like Mr. Ross.

After finishing, Celia asked, "Why are we stacking ice walls?"

"You'll find out soon enough." Just as Celia's curiosity was piqued, she heard a lot of noise coming from the direction of the entrance to the ceremony hall.

boom!
The entire gate was breached from the outside, and dozens of people rushed in.

It's not Elena.

They are members of the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association.

They spotted Celia and the puppet on the platform and rushed over immediately.

"Put down the offerings!"

"Damn it, how dare they steal the offerings! They're tired of living!"

"kill!"

"..."

Ross didn't even look up, and said calmly, "There are twenty people rushing over. Five of them are second-tier mages, and the rest are first-tier."

"I'll try to hold them off," Celia encouraged herself.

However, there was a hint of trepidation in this encouragement.

Continuous battles, coupled with the drain on Rose's magical energy from controlling the puppets, had left her with very little magic and almost no mental strength, making it impossible for her to fight.

Of course, even at his peak, he couldn't beat so many people...

"Don't try, you can't beat them. Just do what I say."

“Okay.” Celia immediately backed down.

Ross threw a scroll over.

"Wrap the scroll with ice spikes, aim for the very center of the hall, activate it before throwing it, and tear it open with Mage's Hand once it arrives."

"Is this the fourth-tier spell scroll, [Meteor Shower]?" Celia's eyes widened. "Are we really going to use it?"

"Well, hurry up."

"it is good."

Celia chose to believe Ross and understood why he had made her build an ice wall in front of her earlier.

It was clear that they were preparing to use this scroll.

Using a fourth-tier scroll to deal with a group of first- and second-tier mages is such a waste...

But this is the only option now.

According to Ross, under the skillful manipulation of the mage's hand, the ice spikes successfully enveloped the magic scroll and flew towards the very center of the ritual hall.

boom--

The ice spikes shattered silently, and under the mage's guidance, Celia's spiritual power transformed into two threads, opening the falling scroll.

Terrifying magic was released from the scroll, like opening Pandora's box, illuminating the entire ritual hall with the light of flames.

Countless fireballs instantly condensed on the dome of the hall, and the next moment, they flew outwards like shooting stars.

The coverage area is the entire ceremony hall!
Ten layers of ice walls were raised above Celia and Ross to resist the flames falling from above.

Fortunately, they were on the edge of the area, not at the center of the spell, and the individual fireballs of this area-of-effect spell were only around level two in strength, which the ten layers of ice walls could barely withstand.

Those heretics who happened to rush to the very center were the ones who suffered.

At the very center of the spell's attack, countless fireballs transformed into projectiles, exploding around and on them again and again!

The menacing crowd was instantly replaced by screams of fear.

Before long, the shouting gradually subsided.

When the spells wore off and the entire ritual hall dimmed again, apart from the girl on the platform and the puppet, no one else could stand up.

The girl stared in disbelief at the pitted ground and the ice wall that had crumbled to its last layer.

"So, so scary."

(End of this chapter)