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

Chapter 767 Incomplete (4k)

Baksh was the first challenger, but not the last.

Baksh lost decisively, but it didn't stop the Grey-Brown tribe. The balance of power representing their mechanisms only tilted slightly towards the stronger side.

So the duel continued.

Celia accepted all challenges without hesitation, and the first battle slightly tipped the scales of victory in favor of the stronger side, but it wasn't enough; they were still unconvinced.

Next, Celia demonstrated to the entire Grey-Brown tribe what it meant to win battle after battle and achieve a crushing victory.

After the scales tipped in favor of victory, the subsequent duels became increasingly easier, even easier than the first time he faced Baksh.

When facing Baksh, Celia needed to use some tricks and go all out, but later on, she didn't need to at all.

As for whether a gauntlet attack could defeat her... Celia is least afraid of gauntlet attacks.

The total amount of magic power far exceeding that of other magic powers of the same level is no joke.

After two hours of fierce fighting, the people of the Gray Brown Tribe, who were initially unconvinced, gradually became respectful.

The balance of power is tilted firmly in favor of the stronger party.

After the fight, Baksh approached Celia and asked her directly why she had been chased by the gorilla.

Celia replied with an aloof expression, "I was just teasing it."

Baksh: "..."

If she went all out, Celia felt she should be able to forcefully break through the gorilla's defenses.

But how should I put it, Celia's mindset at the time was more like that of an ordinary person facing a mad dog.

When faced with a charging rabid dog, a person will keep retreating, but this does not mean that a person cannot defeat a rabid dog; it simply means that the person does not want to get hurt.

Shabana walked over and said, "You are very strong, Miss Celia. You have gained the friendship of the Gray Brown Tribe. Without violating their principles, the Gray Brown Tribe is willing to help you with a task unconditionally, as a way of showing that our friendship will last forever."

Celia raised an eyebrow: "Then may I ask, is there any way to leave here?"

"leave here?"

"Yes, I am an outsider, of course I have to leave."

Shabana nodded: "I see. There is, of course, a way to leave this place, but that road is very dangerous, and I do not recommend that Miss Celia go there."

Celia asked, "Then how did the outsiders you encountered before get out?"

“No one leaves; they either stay in our tribe until they grow old, or… die on the way out.” Shabana’s face was somber.

How do you know they died on the road?

"Because we also want to know if we can get out of here."

Celia nodded: "Okay, please lead the way, gray-brown warriors. I want to try my luck."

"Miss Celia, are you really going to take this chance? With your strength, within the Gray Brown Tribe, I can grant you power second only to the chief. You will become the strongest warrior in our Gray Brown Tribe, revered by everyone."

Celia rolled her eyes, didn't answer, but instead asked, "Have you been here for generations?"

Shabana nodded.

"So you guys wanna go out?"

Shabana remained silent.

Before he could speak, Bakshi couldn't help but say, "Of course we want to. This has been the wish of the Gray Brown tribe for generations. We hunt, we become stronger, and our goal has always been to leave this place, to see the outside world, and to see what the outside world is really like."

The other soldiers also became excited, their faces full of longing as they said:
"Yes, those outsiders used to say that the outside world was wonderful."

"I really want to know what's outside. I've heard that in many places the land rises up to form mountains. I want to know why the earth rises up to form 'mountains'."

"I've heard there's some kind of ocean out there, filled with water and nothing else. I've always wondered, how do people survive in a place that's all water?"

Are all the magical beasts outside small, or even smaller than us?

"I really want to go outside and see the world..."

"..."

His words immediately aroused the longing of all the soldiers, who started talking all at once.

Celia stared blankly for a moment.

Isn't this a reflection of the divine realm? A special small world created by the battlefield between the divine realm and reality... shouldn't this world be randomly formed, like the ascension trials in the divine realm?
Why do they act as if they know they're trapped in a tiny world when they hear what they're saying?

Moreover, they were trapped for many years.

Previously, Celia thought that they knew about the so-called 'outsiders' because it was a 'setting' of this divine realm's reflection world, designed to allow those who entered to communicate reasonably with the people inside.

But they said that the outsiders their ancestors had met even told them everything about the outside world, including high mountains and vast seas, and all sorts of magical beasts smaller than humans.

There are even cities.

“Alright,” Shabana said, his chieftain’s authority silencing all the warriors.

Shabana looked at Celia and nodded solemnly: "Yes, as you think, our Gray Brown Tribe has always wanted to go out, to know about the outside world, and to communicate with it."

"This……"

Is this place a small world of its own?
But if that's the case, then the question arises: why are their language and most of their habits similar to those of the outside world? Is it because there were many outsiders who taught them?
It's not impossible, because the Orc Empire has been exploring the Burial Grounds of Gods for hundreds of years.

Celia asked, "By the way, were there any unusual characteristics of the outsiders you encountered before? For example, did they have animal ears that were different from others, or were their faces and bodies covered in fur?"

Shabana pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, “Yes, since I became chief, I have encountered a total of five outsiders, two of whom had the characteristics you mentioned. One of them had sharp ears on his head and looked very weak. He refused our duel, but strangely enough, we did not underestimate him because of it. Unfortunately, he died on his way out.”

Celia understood.

He must be an explorer from the cat tribe.

"The other one looked even stranger. If it weren't for his human speech, we would have almost mistaken him for a standing rat. He accepted our duel. He was also very powerful. He didn't choose that path to leave but chose to study other paths. Unfortunately, he couldn't find a way out."

"Wait a minute." Celia suddenly thought of a question: "Did you only encounter one person at a time?"

Shabana nodded: "Yes."

He looked at Ross, who had been silent the whole time, and said, "This is the first time we've encountered two people."

Celia frowned slightly.

It shouldn't be.

Her situation was special, so she didn't form a team and only came with Ross.

However, most other explorers come in teams; there are some who go it alone, but very few.

Back in the City of Hope, she had already confirmed that an expedition team traveling together would not end up with only one person caught in the divine reflection.

This is strange.

Celia glanced at Ross instinctively, but quickly turned her eyes away.

No, I can't ask Mr. Ross for help with everything; he'll hate me if I do. Celia felt a sense of crisis, stemming naturally from the other saintesses.

If she relies on Ross for everything, there's no telling when Ross will shift his focus away from her and start nurturing other people.

This is not possible!

So Celia resisted the urge to ask Ross, thought carefully for a moment, and then asked, "I wonder how strong those outsiders are?"

“They’re about the same as our warriors,” Shabana said, adding, “but none of them should be a match for Miss Celia.”

Baksh couldn't help but say, "Perhaps Miss Celia really can make it through that escape route and get away from here."

Celia nodded knowingly. "I think I understand. Tell me the way. Without further ado, I'm about to set off."

Shabana said, "Although I would like you two to stay and rest for a while, outsiders cannot stay here for long, so I will not keep you. I only hope that our warriors will witness your progress."

"Can't stay here long? Didn't you say that outsiders choose to settle here?"

"Only those who are determined to stay can stay for long, and clearly, Miss Celia is not that kind of person."

"That's true."

Celia thought of shabu-za.

It seems to have a similar idealistic mechanism to Sha Niu Rou (a type of meat snack), where one can only stay if they feel they should, otherwise they cannot stay for long.

This one feels like you need to convince yourself, otherwise it doesn't count, unlike Sha Niu Rou (a type of beef noodle soup) where you can just say it and that's it.

Not long after, Celia, escorted by the crowd, left the Gray Brown Tribe in a flurry.

Hearing that the outsiders were leaving so quickly, many warriors from the Gray Brown tribe spontaneously came to see them off.

Chief Shabana also came.

He also wondered if someone as strong as Celia could leave this place.

"The road ahead is the way out. This road requires crossing the sandy area where the sand cows live. Keep moving forward until you leave."

Shabana led Celia and Ross to a high platform made of giant stones and pointed into the distance.

The view here is very open, and you can see everything in the distance.

Celia looked into the distance, where the sand met the sky, everything became hazy and indistinct, which seemed to be the boundary of this world of reflections.

Celia turned and asked, "I wonder how long ago the previous outsiders left?"

Shabana said, “The furthest outsider has traveled ten kilometers, but according to our calculations over this long period of time, this road is thirty kilometers long, and we can only say we left when we enter the hazy distance.”

Celia then asked, "How did you know this was the way out?"

"These are ancestral instructions left by our ancestors. We no longer know the specifics. Perhaps someone left from here, or someone came in through this road."

Have you ever seen any outsiders come in from here?

"No, they were all like you, suddenly appearing in the forest. Some of the outsiders died at the hands of those monsters before we could even rescue them."

"That's it."

Celia nodded, summoned her flying broom, and waved to Shabana and the others: "Well then, goodbye everyone."

"I wish you success," Shabana said solemnly. "If you succeed, perhaps we'll have a chance to leave this place."

"There will be."

Celia flew forward, but soon stopped again.

Because she saw many people also jumping down from the platform, wearing thick animal skins and carrying gleaming spears, following behind her.

"What are you doing?" Celia asked, frowning.

“We will leave here and find a way for the Grey-Brown tribe to leave,” Baksh said.

He was also among those leaving.

Shabana said, "This is the tradition of the Grey-Brown Tribe. All the most elite warriors, after gaining recognition, will one day embark on this path to find a way out for the Grey-Brown Tribe."

"Isn't this a pointless sacrifice?" Celia asked, puzzled. "You've all lived here for so many years, there's no need for such an extreme method, is there?"

“Wrong,” Baksh said firmly. “To die on the way out is the honor of all Grey Warriors.”

Shabana said, “You outsiders have such a vast world, so you don’t understand our behavior. If we could, we would like to settle here forever, but how long this world can exist is ultimately unknown.”

"Many outsiders say that our world is broken and could collapse at any time. We have seen some collapses. Whether for development or for the unknown end of the world, we must explore outwards, even if we die on the way."

Trapped in this small world for generations, everyone spends their lives yearning for the outside world.

This world is too small.

The starry sky is not real either.

When Celia was fleeing for her life, she made a rough estimate of the world's area. It was less than 10,000 square kilometers. If it were a square world, it would be less than 100 kilometers by 100 kilometers in length and width.

The Gray-Brown Tribe is actually quite large, even larger than a typical town, and is filled with elite warriors, with countless fourth-tier warriors among them.

Even outside, they would be a formidable fighting force.

At least the Knights of the Law don't have that many fourth-tier mages.

Celia glanced at Baksh and the others, whose gazes were resolute, and said nothing more, only saying, "When I leave, I may not be able to take care of you."

“Just ignore us, pretend we don’t exist,” Baksh said.

"alright."

Celia rushed off into the distance.

On her way here, she had already learned about the mechanisms of the shortest route to leave, all of which had been explored by generations of warriors of the Gray Brown Tribe.

However, after so many years, they still haven't broken the ten-kilometer limit, as if it were an insurmountable distance.

"I haven't tried breaking through the reflection world like this before, I don't know if it will work."

Celia muttered something to herself and couldn't help but look at Ross.

Ross smiled slightly: "This road is not fake, it is real, however, it is a bugged road."

"W-what?"

"It means that this path is a loophole in this divine realm reflection world, a defect that appeared when the world was formed. Most divine realm reflections have such a way to leave. The danger of this path is even greater than the normal way to conquer it."

Ross looked at Celia:
Are you sure you want to take this path?

Without hesitation, Celia declared, "Celia is taking the most difficult path!"

What road could be more difficult than rescuing Mr. Ross?

A mere broken path can be broken in the blink of an eye!
(End of this chapter)