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

Chapter 76 Deathly Words (Fifth Update!)
"vomit--!"

Once Ross stopped pushing her forward, Celia immediately landed on the ground and leaned against a tree trunk to vomit.

"Too fast."

"I told you to turn around and look at the explosion," Ross said calmly.

Celia: "..."

Finally recovering from the dizziness, she looked up at her surroundings.

"This doesn't seem to be the way we came from?"

She found herself seemingly in a vast cemetery, with what appeared to be a large plaza in front of it.

"So many graves..."

Then Celia remembered that this place was called Twilight Cemetery.

Apart from the scattered tombstones at the entrance, no trace of a cemetery was found later in the so-called River Styx, the investigation camp, and the Ghost Jungle.

It turns out to be here.

The thin, lifeless aura returned.

The air here is thick with death.

Celia looked towards the plaza at the far end, got back on her flying broom, and slowly flew over.

“Where is this place?” Celia asked Ross.

“Twilight Cemetery,” Ross said.

Celia: "..."

Seeing that Ross wouldn't speak, she had no choice but to continue.

Soon, she arrived at the square and immediately saw the high platform at the far end of the square.

"Like a speech stage."

The girl frowned, looking very puzzled.

"What's the point of setting up this plaza and stage in a cemetery? To sing hymns for the dead?"

"What if it's a ritual?" Ross chuckled.

“Where else would a sacrificial ceremony require such a large plaza…” As she spoke, Celia suddenly had a flash of inspiration, “Ah, I know, this is where the Twilight Cult performs its sacrifices!”

Whether this guess was correct or not, Celia began to investigate the square.

Especially the stage at the very front of the square.

Unfortunately, she didn't find anything there.

There was no blood on the ground, and nothing was left on the stage.

The only difference was that the deathly atmosphere on stage was much stronger.

"I can't find anything..."

Celia was discouraged.

"If you can't find it, why not try asking the people here?" Ross said with a smile.

"The people here?"

Celia looked around but didn't see anyone.

"Wait, you mean..."

The girl took two steps back in fear.

"Should I ask the dead here?"

“That’s right.” Ross nodded.

Celia looked nervously at the countless graves outside the square, feeling as if some corpses might suddenly rise from their coffins.

Fortunately, this did not happen.

Not even a ghost appeared.

"There is a branch of dark magic called necromancy. Among necromancy spells is one called [Spirit Communication], which can communicate with the dead and recreate past scenes."

"Do you want to learn?"

Celia immediately shook her head: "No, I can't learn dark magic. It conflicts with Holy Word and will make Holy Word regress."

Ross raised an eyebrow. "What era are we living in that there are still such restrictions?" "Every lesson on Holy Word emphasizes this to us. Although I'm very curious about what necromancy is like, I really can't learn dark magic..."

"what ever."

Ross could tell that Celia really couldn't learn.

He leaned over the puppet. "Then let me show you the advanced spell of Necromancy, [Deathrattle]."

Ross manipulated the puppet to open its arms, transforming the magic transmitted from Celia into dark magic, which merged with the dense death aura around it.

Celia felt the fog around her thicken.

Gradually, she could no longer see anything around her, and even the puppet became blurry.

Suddenly, she heard a voice.

"Lost sheep, do you hear it? Death is calling us. He wants us to abandon our sinful bodies, cleanse our defiled souls, and open the way to eternal life for us..."

As the surrounding fog gradually dissipated, Celia found herself still in the square, but there were many more people around her.

They knelt on the ground in unison, raising their hands high, and respectfully performed a strange form of prayer.

After listening for a while, Celia realized that it was a sacrificial ritual of the Twilight Cult.

She even saw a familiar face on the platform.

"It's that Suna!"

Suna did not participate in the sacrificial ceremony. As a guard, she stood at the edge of the stage, coldly watching the countless believers below.

The ceremony was suddenly sped up, and as it drew to a close, the heretic presiding over the ceremony suddenly raised his hands and said, "Your bodies will be buried in the Twilight Cemetery, the dwelling place of Death. This is your honor, and your souls will forever follow Death!"

"Waaah!"

The voices of the cultists were deafening. Celia saw red mist rising from their bodies, gathering in the sky, and then being absorbed by the heretics who were hosting the stage.

The mist split into several smaller wisps, which were absorbed by the other people on stage.

Everyone wore expressions of rapture, as if they were absorbing some kind of stimulant.

Before long, some of the infidels who had raised their hands could no longer support themselves and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

More and more people fell and gradually stopped breathing.

Until no one raises their hands.

The red mist dissipated, and the heretic who presided over the sacrificial ceremony clicked his tongue and said with relish, "This batch of believers is of slightly lower quality than the last one. Next time, we'll bring more sorcerers; they are the best."

"Received, Your Excellency, we will take care of it shortly."

"Also, with so many people dying, the Holy Court will inevitably take action. Just notify the Temple of Dawn and have Wagner come and collect the bodies, and give him some benefits."

"..."

The fog filled the surroundings again, and after a few seconds it dissipated. The people in the square had disappeared, and two groups of people were fighting.

Wagner, his face radiating divine light, unleashed a holy word of persuasion, saying in a sacred tone, "Stop, friends of the Twilight Cult. There is no good end to opposing the Holy Court. Go to the temple and repent; that is what you should do."

The heretics gradually gave up resistance, allowing the Holy Knights to bind them and take them away from the place.

Wagner walked last, weighed the bag of gold coins in his hand, opened it, looked inside, saw the gleaming gold coins, and left satisfied.

"You're quite sensible. I'll forgive your excessive actions. With so many corpses, let's just dig a hole and bury them..."

Fog filled the field of vision again.

When sight returned, the puppet's figure reappeared.

"A reappearance of yesterday from the dead, how about it, have you gained anything?" Ross asked with a smile.

"..."

Celia lowered her head and remained silent.

However, her fist slowly clenched.

"Lord Ross, why do you think there are always people like this in the Holy Court?"

"That's normal. Even if the gods ruled themselves, they couldn't stop the insects from appearing."

"But……"

“I’ve recorded the footage for you. Let’s go to the City of Dawn. If you have anything to say, just ask Wagner.”

"Ok!"

(End of this chapter)