The Evil God Summoned by the Saintess

"The leader is a Tier Six Mage, huh..."

Hilia watched from afar, not daring to approach.

The fluctuations emanating from it made Hilia feel a subtle pressure.

This indicated that the leader was at least Tier Five, but considering various possibilities, Hilia felt the leader was Tier Six.

Previously, when Rose eavesdropped on their conversation, he learned that the Recovery Temple had an ambiguous attitude among the Elf Race, and their relationship was still unclear.

"If it’s Tier Six, Lana’s identity might not be that simple, or someone in that group has an unusual identity."

Hilia pondered secretly.

After hesitating, Hilia chose to seek help from Rose.

"Lord Rose, I can’t get close to their team, and they’re flying a bit fast. Please help me, or I can’t complete your task."

Rose looked at Hilia amusedly and enveloped her with his Spiritual Power.

"Alright, go ahead and approach boldly, but are you sure you don’t need to accelerate? Your current speed isn’t as fast as theirs."

"I’d rather not... Ahhh!"

Before Hilia could finish speaking, a very strong feeling of being pushed forward transformed her remaining words into a scream.

Rose had already propelled the flying device, speeding toward the target like lightning.

Soon, the flying broom neared the rapidly flying large aircraft, following at a certain distance and maintaining a constant speed.

Hilia’s face turned pale as she tightly gripped the broom handle, fearing she might fall off.

Even though she had become immune to the average flying speed and no longer feared, rapid flying still terrified her.

It was etched into her genes, a fear of high-speed flying.

Rose initially thought that Hilia would have gotten used to rapid flying after such a long time, but seeing her expression, it appeared she couldn’t get accustomed to it in the short term.

He could only shake his head, "Looks like you still need more training."

Hilia instantly shook her head, "No, I don’t want flight training!"

Rose said, "You’re not an ordinary person. As a Mage, it’s not difficult to overcome fear."

Hilia said, "I find it very hard! This fear is etched into my soul, impossible to overcome!"

"Alright then."

Rose said casually, his mind already plotting how to start flight training for Hilia.

Acrophobia is an illness. For ordinary people, it’s likely impossible to overcome by standing high or flying continuously.

But this is a world of magic where nothing is unbeatable.

Hilia didn’t know what Rose was thinking. After she matched the speed of the flying device ahead, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After a long while, the flying device ahead reached the outskirts of the Elf Forest and slowly descended. Hilia also solemnly landed behind.

With Rose’s camouflage, she hardly had to worry about being discovered.

She even felt that if she passed right in front of them, they wouldn’t notice her tracking them.

But she didn’t do so.

In front, after the large aircraft landed, hovering above the trees, many people flew down from it, bringing out patients shrouded in natural light orbs, summoned smaller vehicles, and placed them on board before heading in a direction.

Shortly after, Hilia saw the forest ahead suddenly ripple like water, and the forest gradually vanished as a massive castle slowly emerged from the ripples.

"Is this... a castle hidden in Subspace? And now, it’s revealed using some magic?"

Hilia thought.

The pollution hasn’t spread here yet, and it still exhibits the characteristic vibrancy of the Elf Forest, full of life.

The appearance of this castle didn’t destroy that vibrancy—it looked abrupt but surprisingly natural.

All the elves entered that rippling barrier, entering the castle.

Hilia quietly approached, hesitating.

Rose’s voice came, "Go in. Don’t worry."

"Alright!"

Hilia nodded and walked in without hesitation.

As if passing through a water surface, Hilia entered the Subspace where the castle was situated.

Not far ahead of her, the party of elves with Lana and the patients were talking with the guards of the castle.

After a while, an elf woman flew down from the castle and smiled, "Welcome everyone to the Recovery Temple. I am the spirit of the Recovery Temple, Ze Lishalin."

"Hello Ze Lishalin, sorry to disturb you this time. We would like you to help remove the impurities from these children..."

The leading Elf Elder stepped forward and began conversing with Ze Lishalin.

Hilia observed secretly, quietly sensing, and shaking her head, "The level difference is too big. I can’t sense whether this Ze Lishalin has traces of pollution inside."

Rose watched calmly and said faintly, "There is, and it’s the fusion of pollution and Life elements, just like that special kind of pollution from the pollution source."

"What?" Hilia was startled, her eyes wide.

Instantly, she immediately thought of the plotline where the Recovery Temple secretly harms the Elf Forest.

Rose glanced at her and said irritably, "Though they are the same, it doesn’t mean she did it."

Hilia made a silly face, "I know, but it’s too coincidental. I think Ze Lishalin is certainly up to something."

Speaking, she fell into thought, "Isn’t the Recovery Temple one of the registered heretical sects? Are they not part of the heretical sect, just a neutral power within the Elf Race territory?"

Rose said, "Who knows. Oh, I sensed the other half of the Heart of the Death Attribute Puppet is inside this Recovery Temple."

"It’s really here." Hilia blinked, unsurprised by this answer.

More surprising was something else.

"Could it be that the other attribute of the Heart of the Death Attribute Puppet is really the life element?"

Rose said, "Isn’t that obvious? Generally, opposing elements are better fused into a single Heart of the Magic Puppet. Non-opposing elements, even closely related ones, are hard to fuse, like water and ice—they match well but are hard to merge."

"It’s quite magical." Hilia exclaimed.

"Indeed it is," Rose strongly agreed.

Although he didn’t pursue the path of becoming a god via Divine Format, he still held respect and curiosity for such unique matters.

The ability to condense these things is magical. Until now, Rose hasn’t understood the principle of Divine Format.

Hilia watched the people communicating ahead and spoke softly, "I wonder if this Recovery Temple is related to the Dusk Sect... Lord Rose, how do we get the other half of the Heart of the Magic Puppet?"

Rose pondered for a moment, "I’ll first find where the Heart of the Magic Puppet is and act accordingly."