The Evil God Summoned by the Saintess

The Tier Four Mage, who was a slave merchant, obviously hadn’t anticipated his subordinates dying so swiftly.

Before advancing to Tier Four, the gap between mages wasn’t as vast as the chasm between Tier Three and Tier Four.

For mages who have reached Tier Four, the difference between Tier One and Two, or Two and Three, is like comparing small ants to large ants; it doesn’t feel like a significant difference.

He had never seen anything like Hilia’s instant obliteration of twelve ’same tier’ mages.

Feeling the slowly dissipating magic power waves on the twelve large watermelons, the slave merchant squinted his eyes and said, "Your magic control is strong, reaching Tier Four levels, but the gap between Tier Three and Four is like a gorge, not something that magic control alone can bridge."

The slave merchant slowly walked towards Hilia; he didn’t summon a magic puppet or even use a weapon, but instead applied pressure on Hilia using the tier difference.

Hilia had already summoned her magic puppet.

Like the Tier Four Mage she encountered at the Letes City lighthouse, this slave merchant who initially sent twelve Tier Two subordinates underestimated her upon seeing her tier.

"The main difference between Tier Three and Four lies in the refinement level of magic power and powerful spells; 100% refinement level is the basic requirement to enter Tier Four. Apart from that, a Tier Four Mage can draw magic power from the environment to enhance spell power, combined with various enhancements, enabling them to crush Tier Three mages."

Rose’s voice leisurely echoed in Hilia’s mind.

"This slave merchant’s magic power refinement is at 105%, with a 20% magic power amplification, weaker than the Tier Four mage encountered at the lighthouse."

Rose shook his head, "This guy entered the realm of Tier Four long ago but neglected his cultivation due to being busy with the slave business; cultivation is like rowing against the current, one falls behind swiftly if not advancing. He’s now a failure among Tier Fours... However, don’t underestimate him; if he summons his magic puppet, with Tier Four’s utilization of the Heart of the Magic Puppet, he can easily overpower you."

Hilia nodded slightly.

The amplification of a Tier Four Mage itself can crush Tier Three mages, even if the Tier Four Mage has regressed in abilities.

But a magic puppet is different; it doesn’t face regression issues, given the utilization degree of the Heart of the Magic Puppet by Tier Four Mages.

Having a magic puppet cast spells is much stronger than the mage themselves.

"Then make sure he’s like that heretic, using a storm of attacks to prevent him from summoning the magic puppet, otherwise... praying to the gods would be the only option," Hilia thought.

The Tier Four’s pressure was a significant problem for her, but fortunately, as Rose’s spiritual power surged in, this pressure gradually faded into oblivion.

Nevertheless, Hilia still acted as if she was suffocated by the pressure.

She held her magic staff, pretending to barely manage casting spells.

Several ice blades flew towards him; the slave merchant glanced at them, too lazy to even use magic to block them, allowing the ice blades to hit the mage robe he spent a fortune customizing, erupting into clouds of ice mist.

A Tier One’s ice blades were ineffective against him.

"Notice how your spell control weakened due to nervousness; this is the difference between Tier Three and Four. Tier Four can effortlessly control spells, unaffected by minor fluctuations weakening spell power."

The slave merchant raised a hand, rapidly forming a fireball technique, launching it at Hilia.

Hilia’s ’expression changed,’ hastily forming several ice shields.

Only after consecutively forming several pure ice shields did she ’barely’ neutralize the fireball technique’s power, retreating several steps.

The slave merchant shook his head upon seeing this: "I thought you were strong, but is this all you have? Fine, for killing so many of my men, you can repay with your own life. A talented Tier Three female mage isn’t particularly popular in slave markets, but she’s quite valuable."

Mage slaves are quite popular, but high-tier slaves are not.

The higher the tier, the greater the potential changes, and slave masters cherish their lives, fearing the slightest mishap with a high-tier mage might end theirs.

Though slave collars generally have runes restricting slaves from using magic, high-tier mages have the same restrictions as Tier One and Two, only able to serve slave masters physically; why not buy a Tier One Mage instead?

Some ordinary aristocrats indeed seek the humiliation of high-tier mages kneeling before them, but such individuals are rare. Most slave masters purchase slaves for work.

The most popular are those mages whose bodies are trained with magic but lack much power and work intensely as slaves.

"Give up resisting, you can’t escape. This place is covered by an array; even Tier Four can’t break out quickly, let alone you."

Seeing Hilia intending to flee, the slave merchant coldly smiled; he didn’t obstruct her, still slowly advancing.

Yet more ice blades rushed over, blowing his clothes upward.

Besides some shallow marks, there was virtually no harm.

Hilia bumped into the invisible barrier of the array, turned, showing a look of panic, stood close to the barrier, one hand pressed against it, the other waving her magic staff, releasing copious chaotic ice element spells as if money was no object.

With so many, the slave merchant decided to give her some ’respect,’ summoning a shallow flame shield in front of him, still sauntering toward her.

"Fearless defiance, I’ve heard you want 50 gold coins?"

He pulled out a handful of gold coins, playing with them in his hand.

"Here’s 50 gold coins, as payment for your sale; now, I am your master."

"As a slave, you have no right to dispose of property, so let me keep your 50 gold coins; quickly come and call me master."

Then, the slave merchant paused, "Forgot to introduce myself, I am Gallon, your master; tell me your name, or I’ll assign you one."

Gallon moved closer to Hilia, 5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters.

He stopped 3 meters away, watched Hilia who continued resisting, using numerous spells to finally break the casually released flame shield, and said blandly: "Alright, this charade ends here, work for me until someone takes a liking to you."

He raised his hand, about to use a binding magic to restrain Hilia.

But at that moment, fear and panic vanished from Hilia’s face.

A gleam flashed in the girl’s eyes, she raised her magic staff, "Freeze!"

The copious ice element spells previously cast exploded into a large ice mist on Gallon, not dissipating but accumulating on him.

Hilia didn’t use the ice mist to obscure Gallon’s vision; instead, choosing to envelop his body, these small amounts of ice mist initially had little effect.

But as the quantity increased.

The effect instantly emerged.

The ice mist surged wildly, rapidly forming a thick ice layer over Gallon, imprisoning him.

Gallon frowned, sensing the freezing imprisonment was problematic, a faint sense of crisis slowly enveloping his consciousness.

Just as he tried freeing himself, he suddenly felt his mind sting as if pierced by countless needles, preventing him from escaping.

Simultaneously, Hilia’s true, storm-like spell attack instantly engulfed him!

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