The Evil God Summoned by the Saintess-Chapter 42 - 40: My Body Was Seized by the Evil God, Wuwuwu

Chapter 42: Chapter 40: My Body Was Seized by the Evil God, Wuwuwu

Hilia was still hesitating when Dylan’s magic took effect.

On the trembling earth, a mass of earth spikes began to rise, spreading toward Hilia and the crowd.

"Taste my Combo Skill—Earthquake Shock and Linked Earth Spikes!"

There was no time to think. Hilia released control of her own body, letting Rose take over.

But before Rose could act, the ground in front of the spikes suddenly turned green. Some peculiar little grasses sprang up, digging their roots deep into the earth, suppressing the tremors.

Out from the crowd stepped a fisherman holding a fishing rod.

"Mr. Jack?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise.

It was Jack, holding a folded fishing rod as either a magic staff or a sword, blocking in front of everyone. He shouted, "You all get out of here, this guy is really strong! If a fight breaks out, I won’t be able to protect you."

Even though nobody knew why Jack was a mage, Marina, the first to react, used her usual authority to start evacuating the villagers still standing around gawking at the fight.

Now that all the knights blocking the way were down for the count, anyone still hanging around watching deserved it if they got killed.

Only Hilia and Rose weren’t surprised—Hilia was now watching Rose act from within the Spiritual Space, questioning, "Isn’t he a heretic? Why would he save everyone?"

"Finish the fight and ask him yourself."

Rose replied casually, controlling the magic puppet to step forward, but was stopped by Jack.

With a face full of heroism, he said, "Miss Xilia, thank you for helping Beia Village. Go now; you can’t handle him. If you don’t leave, it’ll be too late."

Hilia: "?"

"I’m just Tier Two, I can’t stop him long. Go!"

"Get lost, damn it!" Rose cursed, "Out of my way, don’t mess with me."

Jack froze, stunned by ’Hilia’ suddenly cursing, but then just gave a relieved smile. "Fine, let’s do this together then. Who knows, maybe a miracle will happen."

Seeing ’Hilia’ rush toward Dylan, he redirected his focus to Dylan’s magic puppet. "Hold Dylan off for me; I’ll try to deal with his puppet."

Jack raised his hand, sending two streaks of sword qi at the puppet, leaving a shallow white mark. The puppet had already charged in, and with one plain punch, snapped Jack’s fishing rod in two and sent him flying.

Meanwhile, Rose locked onto Dylan with her Spiritual Power. Seeing him lift his hand, she instantly knew he was about to use Tier Two Magic—[Earth Cage]—to try and trap her.

"Too slow."

Tier One Magic: Basic Mirage, activated!

’Hilia’s’ body shimmered, creating a duplicate to be targeted by Earth Cage, while the real one moved to the side to fire a regular Ice Spike—one hundred of them!

Like a Gatling gun, a hundred Ice Spikes shot toward Dylan in rapid succession.

Right then, Dylan had just finished casting Earth Cage. The raining Ice Spikes caught him off guard for a moment, but he scoffed at blocking them.

"Ice Spikes? So many—?!"

Dylan’s expression changed dramatically. In a rush, he cast Mage’s Shield, but it was already struck by a dozen Ice Spikes before it even fully formed. All the projectiles converged on a single spot, shattering his protective magic.

Luckily, he’d managed to get Mage’s Shield up just in time.

Before he could catch a breath, a formless giant hand suddenly appeared, shoving aside his Mage’s Shield and exposing him to the full onslaught of Ice Spikes!

A mass of Ice Spikes merged into a single pillar of ice. This ordinary Tier One spell made Dylan struggle miserably. He was so distracted that he couldn’t control his magic puppet, which was now fighting on its own.

"Pay attention—this is how you use Mage’s Hand."

Rose said to Hilia, and her Mage’s Hand, condensed from Spiritual Power, slammed fiercely into Dylan, sending him flying.

Ice Spikes followed up relentlessly.

Ruthlessness flashed across Dylan’s face.

"You forced me to do this!"

He pulled a scroll from his breast pocket, which remained unscathed under the Ice Spike barrage.

"Hand it over!"

But as he tried to rip it open, Mage’s Hand snatched it out of his grasp and brought it to Rose.

"Tier Four Magic: Meteor Fire Rain Scroll. Nice, I’ll take it."

Dylan was dumbfounded. "What kind of magic is that?"

"Who pulls out a scroll in the middle of getting beaten?"

A torrent of magic swallowed Dylan up.

Mage’s Hand morphed into a pure Spiritual Shock, scattering his focus so badly that he couldn’t cast spells at all—he was nothing but a sitting duck.

"Ice Spikes for stagger, Mage’s Hand for control. As a Tier Three Mage with all your stats trashed from lack of practice, if your toughness bar drops once, you’re not getting up again."

Too bad Tier One Magic is still too weak. If I had Tier Two Magic, Dylan would have died eight hundred times by now.

Of course, under Rose’s steamroll, his situation wasn’t much better anyway.

"This is what happens when you focus on raising magic puppets and neglect training yourself. A dignified Tier Three Mage with only the strength of a Tier Two." Rose explained to Hilia.

Hilia nodded repeatedly. Although she didn’t understand what Rose meant by a toughness bar, she still conscientiously studied the magic circuits as Rose cast spells.

This was a rare teaching session, with a Tier Three Mage as the subject.

Hilia could tell—Dylan, as a Tier Three Mage, was seriously out of practice; he’d gone rusty.

He hadn’t fought in ages—he’d even forgotten what real fighting was like.

"Should I kill him?" Rose asked.

"Huh? Um..." Hilia hesitated for a long while, shaking her head. "I... I’ve never killed anyone, I don’t dare... and besides, he’s still with the Holy Court. Let the Judgement Court decide."

"Suit yourself."

Rose replied offhandedly, her Spiritual Power forming a needle that stabbed into Dylan’s brain, scrambling his Spiritual Space and shattering his Magic Power—leaving him a total muggle.

Then she turned her attention to the magic puppet situation.

Even with Hilia’s puppet helping out, facing a Tier Three-strength puppet, Jack was still not faring too well.

These modern magic puppets weren’t like the ancient kind that would freeze up when their owner lost control. They could act on their own—once commanded, they’d keep fighting until the order was fulfilled.

Unless they ran out of magic power.

Just like now—in the absence of Dylan’s input, only running on the Arcane Furnace’s internal magic, the puppet was gradually winding down.

Still, at this point Jack barely had any fight left in him—just a bit better off than Dylan.

Rose walked over and looked down at Jack. "Are you dead?"

"Not yet."

Jack struggled to turn his head, gazing at the defeated Dylan. Shock lingered in his eyes.

"You... killed him?"

"No, still breathing," Rose said indifferently and cast him a Healing Skill.

Jack felt like the girl in front of him had turned into a whole different person.

So unfamiliar. So terrifying.

Seeing Jack recover a bit, Rose didn’t bother chatting, immediately whipped out the magic puppet repair tools, opened up Dylan’s puppet, and checked out the Heart of the Magic Puppet inside.

"Weird, it’s artificial? What trash."

Rose shook her head and handed control of the body back to Hilia.

"Your teachers are here."

"Really?"

Hilia looked up in surprise and saw several figures streaking through the sky toward them in the distance.