The Evil God Summoned by the Saintess

Chapter 350: Chapter 348: Hilia: Opponent? I Thought It Was Golf

Even as she entered the arena, Doris still couldn’t make sense of what Hilia had said.

Purification Skill’s effect? Isn’t it just for cleaning curses?

Could it be that these people use curses?

Once on the field, Doris saw the rest all looking cautious, and sensing something off about the five opponents, she became serious too.

As soon as the match started, she summoned her Magic Puppet and charged right to the front.

Very quickly, she noticed something odd about the other team’s five people.

After summoning their puppets, they all rushed forward together with the puppets, not caring about formations or battle lines at all.

Their expressions seemed to change; wooden, but with something else mixed in, Doris couldn’t quite tell, just found it... creepy.

"Are they planning a ten-person brawl?"

Just as this thought flashed through Doris’s mind, her Magic Puppet collided with the enemy puppet up ahead.

Right at the moment of engagement, an immense force at least twice as strong as before hit her, and her puppet was instantly sent flying backward, exposing her directly in front of the enemy.

Doris felt her nerves tighten, about to defend herself, when she suddenly felt the warmth of the Purification Skill wash over her.

Bathed in the glow of the Purification Skill, the enemy’s charge slowed, giving Doris a chance to retreat.

She quickly withdrew from the front lines, retreating to stand in front of Hilia and the others.

"What’s up with these people?" she asked.

"They’re hiding a heavy amount of pollution; they’re heretics," Phil said seriously.

With a slight frown, she added, "The pollution on these heretics is strange, nothing like the usual, but I can absorb it."

After speaking, Phil’s Purification Skill shifted, now carrying her absorption ability—streams of gray-black light poured from the five, quickly absorbed into her body.

Hilia tensed inside, about to warn Phil not to absorb it, but Rose’s apparition appeared beside her: "Let her do it. She’ll be fine."

Hilia had no choice but to keep quiet.

This pollution mixed with Divine Power really shouldn’t just be let into your body, but since Rose said it’s fine, she chose to trust her.

Phil’s absorption immediately made the enemy suffer.

This strangely familiar sight made the referee’s face shift; about to step in, Ashburn’s voice sounded in his ear: "Leave it. Let them fight. Once it’s done, just collect the bodies."

The referee relaxed, but continued to keep a close eye on Sacred Team One’s opponents.

"Her-e-tics!"

As Phil extracted more and more pollution, the five began to go mad with pain.

One of them shouted, "Long live the Blood Alliance!" and charged forward, magic power and pollution boiling inside him.

He’s going to self-destruct!

"You think I’ll let you blow yourself up?"

Hilia, already watching him closely, had maneuvered her Magic Puppet nearby.

The Magic Puppet raised its Longsword, whose tip now sported a thick layer of ice, like a hammer’s head.

Inside the ice, layers of Mithril net and Withered Silk formed the handle for the hammer.

The puppet aimed at the self-destructing heretic, gripping the sword with both hands, and, like swinging a golf club, knocked him in an arc, sending him crashing out onto the ground beyond.

A sturdy, transparent barrier dropped over him like a giant bell.

Boom!

The explosion echoed across the arena, jolting everyone present.

The audience stared in shock.

Thankfully, in the hands of a Tier Six Mage, a Tier Three Mage’s self-destruction was like lighting a firecracker: not a single bit of energy leaked out, fully encased by the bell-shaped barrier.

Under the pollution’s effect, their minds blurred and they couldn’t harness their full strength, even overlooking their surroundings.

Though Doris and Benovia felt some pressure in the initial clash, once the Purification Skill was released, the enemies acted like dump trucks—brutally strong, but entirely at the mercy of others.

Hilia had her Magic Puppets swing, golf-style, knocking each self-destructing target out one by one, leaving Ashburn and Sathipheni to deal with their remains.

When the last heretic screamed "Long live the Blood Alliance!" and exploded on impact, the whole world fell silent.

A moment later, the crowd exploded with even louder cheers.

"Nice one, Hilia!"

"Those damn heretics—sneaking in here—they got exactly what they deserved!"

"As long as Hilia’s here, we’ll always be safe!"

"Clean and sharp, like hitting balls—makes me wanna take a swing at a heretic myself!"

"Hilia! Hilia!"

"..."

The audience was stunned at the first self-destruct, shocked by the sudden explosion.

But after the second and third, seeing the thick pollution, the bloodshot eyes, and hearing "Long live the Blood Alliance," everyone immediately recognized their identity.

The massacre in Gerald City was less than a month ago, and "Polar Blood Alliance" was even more hated by Northern Alliance folks than rats in the street.

Also, official propaganda in the Northern Alliance taught people to spot heretics, and the five in the arena matched those signs—black smoke, sudden mania, lost sanity...

Ashburn appeared in the arena as acting president, looked at the crowd, and said calmly, "There was a small incident in the tournament. Our investigation confirms the entire Cantor Duchy team are heretics; they are now under our control. Originally, we considered halting the match, but thankfully Miss Xilia performed reliably. She’s a nemesis to heretics—if they show themselves, she’ll deal with them with ease. Let’s congratulate Miss Xilia and Sacred Team One for reaching the quarterfinals!"

The arena erupted into earth-shaking applause and cheers.

Hilia looked around; wherever she gazed, applause grew even more intense, making her sweat a little under the attention.

She wanted to ask Ashburn if it was really okay for an Ista Empire native like herself to become Northern Alliance’s "national idol."

Maybe they just want all Sect attention focused on her? Hilia wondered.

Still...

Not a bad thing. If the hype keeps growing, when she becomes Holy Daughter someday, the Northern Alliance will feel the effect.

Hilia made up her mind and smiled, waving to the audience.

"Thanks for your support~!"

It wasn’t until they reached backstage that the applause finally began to die down.

Afterward, it was Hilia giving the victory speech on behalf of the team—thanking everyone for their support, saying it was a joint effort, that sort of thing.

Hilia read from Benovia’s prepared statement; every team member had a copy, whoever was picked had to use it.

But Hilia cared far more about something else.

Words from Rose—

"Now you’re thoroughly hated by the Polar Blood Alliance."