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

Chapter 70 The Styx Boatman? (Fourth Update)
"Don't make a move yet, let's find the Twilight Cult's stronghold first."

Just as Celia was about to lose control of her impulse, Ross's voice appeared in her mind.

"The monk may run away, but the temple will not. We can deal with the priest when he returns. Let's go to the stronghold first and see if there are any ghost fruits or dragon scale stones."

Being impulsive is never a good thing.

"Right now, you're just inferring that these people are heretics of the Twilight Cult, and that Priest Wagner is only pretending to clean up heretics while actually having close ties with them. You don't have any evidence yet, so don't rush."

"Now that you have evidence, you'd probably want to kill these people even more," Ross thought to himself.

He can see more details.

Celia took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "I understand."

Wagner did not linger there; after using his position in the Holy See to support Beck, he bid farewell and left.

Celia understood that Baker's actions were an attempt to lower her guard.

After all, how could an investigation team leader who could communicate so cordially with the priests of the Holy See be a fraudster or a heretic?
This is the thing that Celia finds most disgusting.

If he only talked to these people and did nothing else, he could explain it by saying he didn't know they were heretics.

But he actually knew the leaders of these heretics, and even spoke on their behalf, using the Holy Court to promote the heretics and deceive her, a "novice sorceress".

nausea!

As she watched Wagner depart, Celia pursed her lips tightly.

Baker's voice came through: "Alright, the Holy Court has left, let's set off too."

Celia calmed herself down and caught up with the others.

Upon entering the Twilight Cemetery area, Celia immediately sensed something different.

The pollution here suddenly became intense.

It has reached the point where ordinary people would be corrupted if they stayed here for a long time.

For sorcerers, it is already necessary to use magic to resist.

Fortunately, Celia doesn't need these, because Ross has already given her a pollution immunity buff.

Even worse than the pollution is the thick, deathly aura.

Celia realized that the hazy fog she saw outside was probably a manifestation of death energy that was so dense.

As we continued deeper, the fog thickened and began to obstruct our vision.

Celia took out her staff and cautiously surveyed her surroundings.

Just then, the person in front suddenly stopped. Baker turned around and revealed a strange smile: "We've arrived."

Fitch and the others also gave eerie smiles: "Welcome to the River Styx."

"Styx?"

Celia was slightly taken aback, then noticed that the surrounding mist seemed to have dissipated, revealing a wide river in front of her, with bright red flowers blooming along its banks.

The opposite bank of the river was indistinct, but many small boats could be vaguely seen drifting on the river.

"Yes, this river is called the River Styx, and our destination, the real Twilight Graveyard, is on the other side of the River Styx."

Baker pointed towards the hazy opposite bank.

"We need to take a ferry from the Styx ferryman to the other side to carry out our investigation."

The hazy opposite bank, the wide river, the vibrant flowers along the riverbank, and the boatmen on the river all seem mysterious under the shroud of mist, making one feel as if they have truly arrived at the River Styx, and that the boatmen on the river are indeed boatmen of the River Styx.

Even Celia was captivated, her gaze towards the opposite bank filled with longing.

Then Ross's teasing voice came: "Looking so engrossed, what treasures are on the other side?"

Celia woke up with a start, covered in a cold sweat.

"Just now I……"

"The fog here has a deceptive effect; you've fallen for it."

"So that's how it is. Thank goodness for Lord Ross, otherwise I would have..."

Ross gazed at the scene simulating the River Styx and its ferrymen, feeling a pang of nostalgia. "It's quite a good simulation, except it's a bit small."

Celia was taken aback: "Do the River Styx and Hell really exist?"

"Yes, whether it's the realm of gods, the underworld, or the abyss, they all truly exist. The underworld is somewhat special; it doesn't belong to any god. From ancient times to the present, there has only been one god of the underworld... I wonder if it's still her now." "The god of the underworld... it seems there's only one god in the Holy Court who controls life and death, is it him?"

"That is the God of Life and Death, not the God of the Underworld. The God of the Underworld is the God of the Underworld. There is no record that she did not participate in the War of the Gods, nor did she appear during the Age of Calamity."

A god with absolutely no records?
Celia couldn't help but think of the unknown god that the Hiro Society worshipped.

Could it be...

Are they worshipping the god of the underworld?

Just then, a small boat slowly came to a stop in front of them.

"Look, the creatures that yearn for the other shore can only reach the other side of the River Styx and see the tomb of eternal life when their flesh and blood return to stardust and their memories scatter into the long night."

The boatman sang, and Ross shook his head as he watched.

"A clumsy imitation. The real ferrymen of the Styx wouldn't waste time talking to you about such nonsense. They have to ferry millions of souls every day and don't have time for such rambling."

"Ah, is that so?"

I thought the River Styx had such a poetic atmosphere.

Celia calmed down after Ross poured cold water on her.

In reality, she didn't say anything, but simply boarded the ship with Baker and the others.

The boatman who had just been chanting the evocative ballad spoke up: "The fare is 1 gold coin per person."

Celia watched as the group paid.

Take back what you just said. This person only knows that one phrase; once on the ship, their true colors are revealed.

Do I need to pay?

"Hand it over, and make him vomit it up later."

"Ok."

Celia reluctantly took out a gold coin, intending to give it to the boatman.

To everyone's surprise, the boatman stared at her puppet for a few moments, then refused to take it, saying instead, "Two gold coins."

"why?"

"Knock puppets count too."

"A puppet isn't a person, so why should it be charged extra?"

"It took up a person's seat."

"you……"

Celia looked up at Ross, who was in the form of a puppet.

"No," Ross said calmly.

One gold coin is just a token amount; once you receive it, that's it. If you want more, you won't get a single gold coin.

“No.” Celia calmed down.

"No? Then get off." The boatman raised his bamboo pole and poked the puppet directly at it.

However, he was grabbed by the puppet and couldn't move.

"You want to resist the ferryman?" the boatman roared.

The others who had already paid all looked over, their gentle smiles replaced by hyena-like stares.

"Hurry up and pay up. Do you still want the 100 gold coins reward?" Fitch urged.

Another person chimed in, "That's right. We've come all this way, why give up halfway? It's just one gold coin; we can earn it back a hundredfold later."

"This is a matter of principle. Take the gold coin and sail your ship properly, or... don't take it at all."

The boatman sneered, "A first-tier mage trying to cause trouble on the River Styx? I think you're tired of living..."

Before he could finish speaking, a tremendous force suddenly came from the other end of the bamboo pole, pulling the boatman forward and causing him to stumble and release his grip on the pole.

Then, the bamboo pole gradually enlarged in his pupils.

Boom!
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(End of this chapter)