The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God Book 01 Chapter 00 - Tomb of the Gods

A blizzard carved the mountain ridge like knives, dyeing the world in shades of gray.

An aurora fluttered in the sky like the skirt of a Goddess, coloring the night sky with a light green hue.

Where gray and light green converged, three pairs of wings of light spread out.

A God tore open a corner of the blizzard and gazed down at the battlefield on the mountain ridge, eyes sparkling green.

Ten minutes ago, Wizards that responded to an Evil God rank crisis launched an assault against the God. At this moment, they have become part of the snow capped mountain—either frozen or shattered to pieces.

The Wizards, included at least one Saint, fought for fifteen minutes before being defeated.

As expected of elites from the Citadel, they demonstrated excellent combat skills.

In any case, the Saint still seems to be still alive?

The God's gaze fell on the white robed Wizard crawling in the snow, struggling to support his upper body, the wand in his hand flickering with sparks.

"It's no use. This is Mordheim, where even strings will freeze over. This is the end of the road for you."

The God's tentacles extended down and lifted the Saint's chin, revealing a delicate young face.

However, his expression was unsightly, his green eyes opened wide and filled with anger and indignation, his gaze fiendish, as if he wanted to pull the God down from the sky.

"What a scary expression. But... hum~ it's still cute~"

"Kill me..." The young man said hoarsely.

"I tried to kill you, but you survived, like a stubborn kitten..."

The God's wings slowly disintegrated, transforming into emerald green feathers of light that landed on the mountain ridge.

"Why don't we play a game~"

As these words sounded, the giant figure in the blizzard gradually descended and disintegrated into green feathers of light.

The God's figure grew smaller and smaller, until it collapsed and turned into a human figure.

A pair of fair little feet landed on the snow. Practically at the same time, emerald green vines drilled through of the snow and bloomed with flowers of abnormal colors in the blizzard.

On the snow capped mountain ridge, the emerald green vegetation instantly covered the white snow, complementing the aurora in the sky.

The wild vegetation wound around the young man, wrapped his wounds, and then injected a stream of vitality into his body.

"I... will take something from you. At the same time, I will save your life."

"You... hum... Mr. Saint, you will have to sneak me into the Citadel and help me steal your God's secrets..."

The petite human figure approached. As he struggled to break free from the constraints of the vines, the young man snarled: "In... In your dreams... I won't betray the Goddess..."

"You have no say in this~ You will soon be mine." The God's voice gradually became delicate, "Even if you don't want to help me... you will have no choice but to help me..."

The petite figure arrived in front of the young man, then a young and tender hand passed through the curtain of snow, clasped his chin, and lifting his head.

The young man felt his hair grow rapidly, cover his cheeks, and spread over his shoulders.

At the same time, his consciousness gradually became blurred. Before closing his eyes, he saw a pair of blood-red eyes flowing with specks of starlight and heard the God's quiet voice: "I'll be in your care, Mr. Saint... hmm... should I call you Ms. Saintess now?"

......

Darkness, endless darkness pervaded.

In the darkness, Xing Mo raised her head, and golden light entered his emerald green eyes, raising ripples.

When her gaze met the sky, she saw gold light fall from the sky and drown her.

There was an indistinct figure suspended in the darkness.

Indistinct...

Clickety-clack... clickety-clack... clickety-clack...

The sound of a locomotive running came from afar, first distorted and ethereal, and then increasingly clear.

Xing Mo's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She was trying to open her eyes, yet it felt like stone bricks were pressing against them.

Am I on a locomotive train?

My head hurts... My body feels sore... It's like I just finished a 5,000-meter run and then memorized ten string music scores in one go... on an empty stomach to boot...

Speaking of which... Why am I on a locomotive train? I was...

"...!" Having suddenly remembered something, Xing Mo sat up and opened her eyes.

She saw a dark brown private carriage, with raindrops floating outside the partially closed window, and heard the whistling of steam.

Xing Mo was aboard a steam locomotive.

When she wanted to get out of bed, she found that her hands were tied to the bedside.

"You're awake?"

A clear and delicate voice sounded. Xing Mo suddenly turned her head and saw a young girl sitting on a chair by the bed, her fair feet swaying in the air.

The young girl looks to be more than 1.5 meters tall, with a beautiful face, white hair elegantly draping over her shoulders, and blood-red eyes, with little specks of starlight swirling around heart-shaped pupils.

Her fair skin was wrapped in green vines and dotted with flowers, looking like a fairy straight out of a fairy tale. However, the expression on her face was a bit...

... it was as if she were looking at a small critter.

Xing Mo stared blankly at the young girl in front of her. After a full ten seconds, she realized that the less is—

"You're... a God!"

"That's right, Mr. Bellkeeper... no... it should be Ms.~" The little Evil God smiled and tilted her head.

"How did you know I'm..." Xing Mo furrowed her delicate eyebrows and then hesitated, "Wait... you called me miss...?"

Only then did she realize that her voice had become tender and lovely, even a bit sweet—just like a girl's!

What's going on!

Xing Mo suddenly lowered her head and looked down at herself. At this moment, she was wearing a white nightgown. Through the nightgown's neckline, she saw...

Xing Mo: (˚ Д˚ ≡˚ д˚)!?

"What did you do?" Xing Mo shouted.

"You." The small Evil God answered calmly.

"Huh?" Xing Mo was stunned.

In the next second, the little Evil God stood up, pounced on the bed, and pushed her down.

Emerald green vines spread from the bottom of the bed, and their tips shone with green light, reflecting in the blood-red eyes of the little Evil God.

"You are a Bellkeeper of the Citadel. From your body, I've learned a lot about this world..."

The little Evil God easily pressed Xing Mo against the bed with one small hand. No matter how hard Xing Mo struggled, she couldn't get free.

"You... no matter what your purpose is, I won't..." Xing Mo gritted her teeth.

"It's alright. I have a way to make you do what I say~"

The little Evil God chuckled and raised an index finger, which shone with a faint green light.

"Hum~ let me introduce myself... My name is Aurora Havelgaad, the Angel of Disaster. I am the God you will serve from today on..."

"And you, Xing Mo, are my retainer, my attendant, and my Saintess."

"You will help me infiltrate your city and..."

"In your dreams! I won't betray the Goddess!" Xing Mo growled.

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The steam locomotive passed through an emerald green grassland like a dragon, spitting out a long trail of steam in the middle of the drizzle.

Behind the locomotive, the Tomb of the Gods closed, while in the front, the gears of fate started to turn in the shadows.

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