Book 01 Chapter 00 - Tomb of the Gods
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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 bloom

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