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

Chapter 764 A Corner of War (4k)

The forms of divine reflections are varied and bizarre, but in the outer areas, the influence of the divine realm is very low, and there are basically no difficult reflections to appear.

The difficulty increases gradually, roughly equivalent to slowly increasing the difficulty from the first-level ascent trial.

Celia was still a little worried about encountering those disgusting monsters with mechanics, but she didn't encounter any of them in the Ascension Trial until she entered the inner perimeter of the Burial Grounds, which put her mind at ease.

"It must be because this is only a reflection of the divine realm, only able to reflect the shallow surface of the divine realm, while the deeper divine realm cannot be reflected here."

Celia nodded, finding her guess quite reasonable.

Only Rose was laughing on the side.

The usual ascension trials don't have those strange mechanics.

He specifically found them all.

At this moment, the two had entered the inner area of ​​the Burial Ground of Gods, but had not yet encountered the reflection of the divine realm in the inner area.

Judging from the last divine realm reflection in the outer area, the divine realm reflection in the inner area was at least at the fourth level.

As for Tier 4, Celia isn't afraid; however, Tier 4 is just the beginning...

That's a bit scary.

"We must find a way to avoid the reflection of the divine realm."

Celia carefully observed her surroundings.

She didn't notice the wicked smile on Ross's face.

Celia's observations were ineffective, and soon she was drawn into a divine reflection.

In a moment of distraction, Celia heard a cacophony of noises around her.

"kill!"

It sounded as if tens of thousands of people were shouting in unison, which startled Celia.

She quickly conjured a thick ice shield around herself before looking around.

She found herself seemingly in the middle of a battlefield.

At this moment, the two armies are facing off.

Countless soldiers charged toward the enemy like ants, riding horses that resembled unicorns, wearing shimmering leather armor, and carrying gleaming longswords.

Celia sensed that the blades of those longswords were made of pure magic, displaying a variety of colors depending on the properties of the magic.

However, within the formation, soldiers of the same attribute are all equipped with weapons of the same attribute.

The leather armor was the same; judging from the magic fluctuations, it was clear that the leather armor was very strong, reaching the fourth tier.

Strangely, Celia didn't sense the slightest fluctuation of magic from these soldiers.

Are they... just ordinary people?

Their enemies, on the other hand, rode griffin-like mounts, and judging from the aura emanating from them, they were sorcerers.

"So, I've come to the battlefield between ordinary people and sorcerers?"

Celia blinked, marveling at how incredibly diverse and wondrous the formation of the divine realm truly was.

No matter how powerful the armor or sword an ordinary person wears, how could they possibly be a match for a sorcerer?

At lower levels, it's manageable, but after the fourth level, a mage's reaction time is several times that of an ordinary person. What appears as a fast sword swing by an ordinary person is no different from slow motion in the eyes of a high-level mage.

A fourth-tier mage can inflict devastating damage on a small town in an instant.

Of course, in the real world, it's rare to encounter a fourth-tier mage going mad, and even those high-level heretics who retreat into their shells wouldn't go around destroying a town for no reason.

Such rituals of sacrificial offerings to evil gods are common among low-ranking heretics and ordinary heretics, but are rarely seen at higher ranks. This is because although high-ranking heretics may go mad in battle, they are no different from ordinary sorcerers in ordinary times, and they are extremely good at hiding themselves.

After all, once you reach the fourth rank, you'll naturally be invited to join this or that group, enjoying the thrill of getting money for free and experiencing a sense of superiority. But if you're discovered to be a heretic, that superior treatment will be gone.

Those high-ranking heretics can be seen as making double money, or as releasing their hidden malice that they wouldn't easily expose on the surface.

Getting back to the point, Celia glanced over and quickly determined that the two sides were not evenly matched. The next second, she immediately withdrew and retreated.

Regardless of whether the mortal team could defeat the mage team, this situation was beyond the control of an ordinary mage like her. The magical projectiles flying from the rear of the team could easily kill her.

only……

The mortal group seemed to have discovered her, the sorceress who wanted to escape.

The mage team also discovered her as a 'deserter'.

As a result, nearby teams prioritized firing a large number of spells at her.

An explosion was heard, and smoke filled the air, obscuring everything.

Meanwhile, Celia had already taken the opportunity to escape far away, running away from the battlefield.

The girl patted her chest with lingering fear, "Luckily, I knew how to use the impact of the explosion to run away, otherwise it would have been even more embarrassing."

From the barrage of spells, Celia had confirmed that it was a fourth-tier ascension trial.

"If only I had entered a place like this when I was advancing to the fourth rank..."

Celia quickly shook her head.

Ross's leisurely voice came from the side: "Don't worry, the Ascension Trial won't involve such a high-intensity battle right from the start. This is a reflection of the God Realm, and it's also affected by all sorts of random things here, which is why it presents such a strange appearance."

He looked at the sorcerers and ordinary people fighting, his expression somewhat complicated.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is similar to the ruins of the goddess of fate. The divine realm was affected by that great war, and when it formed a reflection, it recorded the war and left it in the reflection. In other words, this battle may be the product of the combination of the divine realm's reflection and that record."

Celia looked at Ross: "But their highest rank is only fourth level..."

"Yes, those who fight against the gods are just like mortals fighting against sorcerers, aren't they?"

Celia opened her mouth slightly, already understanding the meaning behind Ross's words.

Apart from the twelve apostles, no matter how powerful their other subordinates, armies, etc., could compare to the gods.

The war back then was perhaps like this reflection: a group of weak warriors, clad in divine weapons crafted from the resources of the entire world, with a death-defying belief, waged a war against the gods that they were destined to lose.

Celia looked towards the battlefield.

Contact fighting has already begun there.

Those sorcerers were all very strong, but the mortals they faced were no weaker either. For every ten who died, they could always fight off one or two more, not to mention the artillery support that was emerging from the shadows behind them.

Blood was spilled all over the earth, and there were dead people everywhere.

Even Celia, upon witnessing the scenes on the battlefield, couldn't help but turn pale and feel unwell all over.

She subconsciously moved a little closer to Ross, and couldn't help but steal a glance at Ross's cheek.

During this period of travel, Ross basically never left the puppet; the puppet's face became his own, and it also gained emotional changes.

Of course, if he leaves, the puppet will quickly revert to its metallic form.

Normally, Celia could often see a variety of expressions on Ross's face, but now, she saw none. No interest, no discomfort, no smile; he simply watched the carnage unfold. After a long while, Celia couldn't help but whisper, "Mr. Ross... how can we get out of here? Kill everyone?"

Ross turned to look at Celia, "Is this the kind of thinking a saint should have?"

Celia quickly stuck out her tongue, "Isn't this the effect of the divine realm reflection from before? Those reflections can return to reality as long as you kill everything that can move within their sight..."

“There are at least tens of thousands of people fighting here. Even if you could kill them all, a long time would have passed.” Ross shook his head and said calmly, “As for this reflection, you don’t need to do anything. Just watch it, and it will dissipate on its own.”

"Why?" Celia blinked.

"The Divine Realm Reflection is not an illusory dream. Its operation requires energy from the Divine Realm. Such a massive amount of magic power cannot be sustained for long before it enters a cooldown period... well, it means it will accumulate energy again until it can be activated again."

Celia nodded, seemingly understanding, "I get it!"

"Doing nothing is the best solution. If you insist on intervening, that's fine too; just choose a side."

Ross pointed to the rear of both sides in the battle, "See those people who haven't moved? They are the combat commanders. Their fourth-level reflections also give them a certain level of behavioral logic and judgment, and they can understand some simple verbal instructions. If you want to participate in the war, just tell them that you want to join them."

Celia looked in the direction Ross was pointing and shook her head: "Never mind, I... don't like war."

Even though this place is an illusion, not real, seeing those dead people with their wide-open eyes seemed to tell her that they didn't want to fight.

"It's right not to like war."

Ross smiled slightly.

"However, if it comes to the point where war is needed to maintain peace, we should not be afraid of war."

Celia was silent for a moment, then nodded without saying anything.

The two sat on the hilltop outside, watching this endless, meat-grinding war until the whole world began to fade and disappear.

They returned to the real world.

Because of her caution, Celia's progress was slow, and by this time it was already evening.

Celia glanced at the sky and decided to set up camp where she was.

"A divine reflection has just disappeared here, and a second one won't appear anytime soon. It's perfect for a rest, Mr. Ross. Shall we continue our journey tomorrow?"

"Either is fine," Ross nodded.

Celia was already incredibly skilled at camping in the wild.

She took out a portable tent from her spatial ring, quickly set it up, and then used magic crystals to set up a simple trigger alarm array around it.

The function of this magic circle is to issue a warning when someone gets close to a certain distance. If the other party continues to approach the tent, an alarm will be triggered to notify the meditating Celia.

After doing everything, Celia took out her provisions—a piece of bread and a roasted potato—and heated them up with a few tricks before enjoying them.

As she ate, she handed Ross a half-eaten piece of bread: "Lord Ross, would you like a bite?"

Ross said irritably, "Do you want your puppet to malfunction?"

"Hehe." Celia chuckled, "I thought Mr. Ross had completely modified the puppet to be just like a human."

Ross shook his head: "While it is indeed possible to do that, it's unnecessary."

Celia asked curiously, "Why? If I could meet a god with warmth, your best believer Celia would be filled with happiness."

“You can’t handle it.” Ross glanced at her. “Maintaining that completely realistic form, even if you’re at level six, you can’t sustain it. Remember when we were with Jonathan? If I did that, you would have accidentally passed out.”

“Okay.” A look of disappointment appeared in Celia’s eyes.

Although Ross altered the puppet's face to make it look exactly like him, the cold, metallic feel when touched made Celia realize that this body was ultimately a puppet, not Ross's body.

There's still a bit of a regret.

A thought just flashed through her mind.

If Ross can make the puppet perfectly mimic a person's appearance and structure, then there's nothing wrong with not unsealing it.

Then Rose would only be able to...

The thought was dangerous, so she only let it flash through her mind, letting her heart pound.

However, her heartbeat completely calmed down after hearing Ross say no.

The burial ground of gods has no moon or starry sky; the sky is shrouded in mist all year round.

After the sky completely darkened, the entire earth became pitch black, without a single ray of light.

The moonlight could not penetrate the thick fog and clouds.

However, there is a light source here.

Celia looked into the distance and saw lights coming from many places.

Those were the lights emitted by explorers camping inside the inner perimeter of the Burial Grounds.

This place is filled with randomly triggered divine reflections, making it impossible for ordinary beasts and monsters to survive, as they have no immunity to triggering divine reflections.

Therefore, as long as you finish a divine reflection and immediately set up camp, it is still very safe, even safer than the general wilderness.

In the wild, wild animals occasionally come to disturb you while you're looking for food, but here there's basically no one except for the team of fellow explorers.

There were no conflicts among the explorers, because the consequences of fighting here would be severe.

Previously, Celia didn't know what the consequences of the battle would be, but now she had a vague idea.

The most likely scenario is that, while fighting, they suddenly find themselves in the reflection of the divine realm. Moreover, the reflection of the divine realm they enter may be affected by the fluctuations of the fight, becoming extremely unstable and making it impossible to walk safely inside.

Of course, it's also possible that the chaotic magic hidden here will be triggered, creating a unique reaction belonging to the Burial Ground of Gods.

Just like how purification spells cannot be used to cleanse pollution within the Golden Apple Stone Forest.

As for what's unusual, that's an internal secret of the Orc Empire; they haven't revealed it at all.

Before Celia arrived, she forgot to ask Meowksa.

However, she wasn't particularly curious; all she needed to know was that she couldn't fight here casually.

If you want to fight, go to the reflection of the gods.

"You know what, if it weren't for the reflection of the divine realm, this would be the safest place in the world."

Looking at the countless twinkling stars in the distance, Celia stretched and sighed.

"Don't reverse cause and effect. It is precisely because of the reflection of the divine realm that it has become the 'safest' place."

Ross smiled.

"Alright, go to sleep now, Celia, sweet dreams."

"Oh? Okay, good night, Mr. Ross."

Celia sensed something was off about Ross's words, but a wave of drowsiness washed over her, and without thinking much of it, she crawled into her tent and went to sleep.

Oh no, it's meditation.

(End of this chapter)