The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God Book 01 Chapter 05.12 - Gold

The White Tower District.

Councillor Estain Allorn was sitting on the terrace of his home, leisurely sipping tea.

Golden stars dotted the sky, causing the pale blue moon to lose its brilliance, making the night lean toward pale gold shades.

After taking a sip of tea, he straightened his shoulders and then exhaled turbid air.

With recent affairs piling up—from the Evil God at Mordheim to the escalating incidents involving Steam Man—the councillor in his fifties was getting a little weary of it all.

The funeral of Bellkeeper Xing Mo was going to be held at Holy Spirit Church this weekend. Alas, there were so many things...

"I still prefer gold and tea." Councillor Estain said leisurely.

At this time, the night became a little hazy, as if a faint mist had risen.

Estain didn't notice anything strange at first. After dozens of seconds, he finally got up from his seat.

But it was already too late. A tall shadow stepped out of the darkness, accompanied by the hiss of steam and scattered sparks.

Before Estain could think about how the monster entered his mansion, before he could reach for the wand at his waist, a rumble tore through the night's tranquility—

Boom—

Steel shot tore through flesh. Estain's lower body fell to the ground, while his upper body flew out of the terrace like a flower and disappeared in the mist.

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"♬Rock on, ancient queen"

"♬Follow those who pale in your shadow"

"♬Rulers make bad lovers"

"♬You better put your kingdom up for sale"

"♬Up for sale"

Melodious music reverberated in the banquet hall, and golden light sprinkled on the red carpet, tables, and guests.

In the center of the dance floor, Bishop Arcadia Sebourn—holding a graceful woman—was dancing to the rhythm of the musing.

"Oh, Sir Bishop, you look so graceful and elegant outside church..." The woman in the arms of Bishop Arcadia giggled.

"Serving God is a profession. Nevertheless, we are mortals, looking up at the starry sky." Bishop Arcadia winked, "It is normal for a gentleman to cultivate grace and elegance, is it not?"

"You have a glib tongue, ha-ha..."

As the rhythm reached its climax, the people on the dance floor grew increasingly absorbed in the dancing, immersing themselves in the festive atmosphere.

All of a sudden, paired with impassioned drumbeats, a violent explosion sounded—

Boom—

A huge hole was ripped open in the wall of the banquet hall, with debris splashing about and billowing smoke and dust rising. The crowd broke out with a cacophony of screams.

Bishop Arcadia reacted immediately. He pushed the woman in his arms aside, took out his wand, and played strings—

Whoosh...

A blue tide surged around him like a Flood Dragon.

At this time, a tall figure—wrapped in bronze pipes spitting out steam and sparks—walked out of the smoke and dust.

"Steam Man..." Bishop Arcadia murmured, "The Steam Revolution's ghost..."

He waved his wand without hesitation, and water droplets condensed into spikes that slammed into Steam Man, leaving marks on his armor.

But Steam Man was undaunted. He slowly advanced toward Bishop Arcadia, spitting hot steam from the pipes on his body.

The surrounding temperature grew hotter, turning the comfortable evening into scorching summer. The guests collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain, black gas rising from their throats.

Seeing things turn dire, Bishop Arcadia was about to retreat, but before he got the chance, flames suddenly erupted from within his body: "Cough... what..."

Arcadia looked down and found black gas oozing from his body—he was enveloped by the curse.

The sound of footsteps rang. Arcadia looked up, and a hand covered with bronze armor grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up—

"Cough... ah..."

Arcadia struggled, trying to get free, but to no avail. The bronze hand grabbing him by the throat contained tremendous strength. His eyes started to roll back.

"Who...are you..." Bishop Arcadia roared.

The next moment, bright golden light emanated from his facial orifices.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Accompanied by golden light, the bishop exploded—

Boom!

Fire engulfed everything. When the flames dissipated, there was no sign of Steam Man.

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In the academy's Rear Gardens, Instructor Lucius gently stroked a withered tree and sighed deeply.

When Miriam was still alive, she liked to go to the academy's Rear Gardens and use her wand to prune the trees and shrubs.

She liked plants and all kinds of small critters. Whenever Lucius told her to stop fussing around, she would puff up her cheeks and wave her fist in protest, saying things like: "Anyone who doesn't like small critters and plants is a bad guy!"

It was for this reason that Lucius wanted to keep the academy's Rear Gardens in spring all year round. That way, his daughter's soul in heaven would be happier, wouldn't she?

Under the night sky, the tired father raised his head and looked up at the twinkling starry sky.

In the next moment, he suddenly pulled out his wand, and golden light emerged around him.

"Who!" Lucius growled.

In the darkness not far away, a tall bronze figure gradually emerged, and a faint steam filled the surroundings.

The moment he saw the figure clearly, Lucius's pupils constricted.

"Steam Man...?" He was incredulous.

This guy actually managed to sneak into the academy?

Lucius raised his wand and played the string of starlight, and golden light shot into the air, flickered at a specific frequency.

At the same time, a surging fireball struck, tearing the golden barrier apart—

Boom!

Lucius dodged to the side and rolled on the ground, yet he still felt a sharp pain transmit from his shoulder.

He touched the shoulder with his hand, and found the hand covered with blood.

It was the doing of steel shot fired by Steam Man. Steam man silently watched Lucius, slowly approaching the wounded prey.

As Steam Man walked through the Rear Gardens, the air grew hotter and hotter with each passing moment.

Yet, Lucius just smiled: "Caught you!"

At this time, a violent tremor emanated from beneath the ground, and colorful light emerged out of the blue, instantly enveloping Steam Man.

This was the doing of the magic formation barrier set up underneath the academy, which would bind all intruders.

Lucius got up with difficulty and raised his wand, ready to fight.

He played strings, and golden light converged into a spike shaped like a bolt of lightning in front of him.

But at this moment, golden flames suddenly spurted out from Steam Man's pipes—

Boom—

The raging flames converged on the colorful barrier, dyeing the barrier in incandescent shades.

The extreme temperature passed through the barrier, igniting the plants in the Rear Gardens in an instant.

Lucius took a few steps back, his wand placed in front of him, creating a barrier to resist the oncoming gale.

Soon, the wind subsided, and Lucius raised his head and found that the incandescence was gone. There was nothing left in the barrier.

Several brooms swept through the sky. Professor Ling, who was at the very front of the procession, landed lightly on the ground and waved her waved, conjuring water to extinguish the burning vegetation.

After confirming that the wildfire hadn't spread, she hurried over to Lucius, taking small swift steps, and promptly inspected his condition: "Lucius, are you alright?"

"I'm... fine." Lucius gasped for air, "But... I'm afraid we're in big trouble..."

"Steam Man is at least six string... he's already close to the Demigod rank..."

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