The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

Author: Mo Ying'er

Summary:

In 3154, after the defeat of the evil god, undercurrents surged in the academy and people were in panic.

Because I was captured by the evil god and made into a saint...

When I saw my new, beautiful face in the mirror, I turned pale immediately.

"Become my servant... Mr. Saint... Hehehe~ Perhaps I should call you Miss Saint?"

The little evil god chuckled, the outline of the Citadel Academi reflected in his blood-red eyes.

Are you kidding me?! How could I, Xingmo, the guardian of the academy, possibly help an Outer God infiltrate our city?

Do you think that by turning me into a beautiful girl and branding me, I will easily fall? I am the goddess's...ah!

"..."

The next day, I put on a skirt and endured the humiliation. While waiting for my little ancestor to infiltrate the academy, I secretly planned to take down this hateful loli evil god...

Oh, just wait and see how I tame you and make you submit to me!

But...how come the little evil god's church is getting bigger and bigger as I do?

Why are you worshipping me? Don't call me a saint!

*Real name: Shepherd's String

God's Tomb

The blizzard carved the mountain ridges like a knife, turning the sky and the earth into a gray canvas.

The continuous auroras fluttered above the sky like a goddess's skirt, dyeing the night sky a light green.

At the junction of gray and light green, six wings of light unfolded.

The god tore aside a corner of the blizzard curtain, and his eyes flashing green light overlooked the battlefield below the ridge.

Ten minutes ago, the wizards who responded to the evil god-level crisis launched a crusade against God. Now, they have all turned into part of the snow mountain - either frozen or broken.

Among those wizards was at least one "Saint", as they fought for a full fifteen minutes before being defeated.

As expected of the elite from the "City of Learning", they displayed an excellent level of combat.

So, it seems that the saint is still alive?

God's gaze dropped down to the white-robed wizard crawling on the ice and snow. He was struggling to hold up his upper body, and the wand in his hand was flashing with sparks.

"It's useless. This is Mortiheim. Even the strings will be frozen. Your fate is over."

God's tentacles dropped from the sky, lifted the saint's chin, and revealed a handsome young man's face.

But his expression was not handsome. His wide-open green eyes were filled with anger, and his gaze was so fierce that it seemed as if he wanted to pull God down from the sky.

"Such a scary expression, but... hehe~ it's quite cute~"

"Kill me..." the boy said hoarsely.

"I tried, but you survived like a tenacious kitten..."

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

"How about we play a game~"

As he spoke, the giant shadow in the wind and snow gradually descended and disintegrated into green feathers of light.

The figure of God became smaller and smaller, and finally collapsed into a human shape.

A pair of white little feet landed on the snow, and almost at the same time, emerald green vines broke through the snow, and flowers of strange colors bloomed in the wind and snow.

On the snow-covered ridges, the emerald green vegetation instantly covered the white, complementing the aurora on the sky.

The wildly growing vegetation wrapped around the boy's body, blocked his wounds, and then injected endless vitality into his torso.

"As for me...I will take something from you and allow you to survive."

"And you... hehe... Mr. 'Saint', you will take me with you to infiltrate the 'City of Learning' and help me steal the secrets your god has hidden there..."

Watching the petite figure approaching, the young man struggled to break free from the vines, shouting breathlessly:

"You...you're dreaming...I will never betray...the goddess..."

"That's not up to you. You'll be mine soon," God's voice gradually became weaker. "Even if you don't want to help me... you have to help me..."

The petite figure walked up to the boy, and a tender little hand reached through the snow, pinched the boy's chin, and lifted his head up.

The boy only felt that his hair was growing rapidly, and the black hair had covered his cheeks and spread out on his shoulders.

At the same time, the young girl's consciousness gradually blurred. Before her eyes closed, she saw a pair of blood-red eyes shimmering with starlight, and the whisper of a god:

"Please give me your guidance, Mr. Saint... ahem... perhaps I should call you Miss Saint now?"

......

Darkness, endless darkness.

In the darkness, Xingmo raised her head, and golden light poured into her emerald green eyes, creating layers of light patterns.

When her sight met the sky, gold fell from the sky and submerged her.

In the darkness, a vague figure was hanging.

Blurred...

"Clang...Clang...Clang..."

The sound of the train running came from a distance, distorted and vague at first, and then became clearer and clearer.

Xingmo's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She wanted to open her eyes, but it felt as if there were bricks pressing on them.

Am I on the train?

My head hurts... my body aches... it's like I just ran a 5,000-meter run and then memorized ten string music pieces in one go... and I'm hungry...

Why on the train? I clearly...

"...!"

As if suddenly remembering something, Xingmo sat up abruptly and opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was a dark brown train compartment, with bursts of steam puffing out and raindrops falling outside the half-open window.

It was obvious that Xingmo was on a steam train.

But when she wanted to get out of bed, she found that her hands were tied to the bed and she could not move.

"Are you awake?"

A clear and delicate voice was heard, and Xingmo turned her head suddenly, only to see a young girl sitting on a chair beside the bed, her white feet swaying in the air.

The girl looked to be a little over 1.5 meters tall, with a pretty face. Her long, pure white hair was messy and elegantly draped over her shoulders. Stars were spinning in her blood-red eyes, surrounding her heart-shaped pupils.

Her fair skin was entwined with green vines and dots of flowers, making her look like a fairy from a fairy tale, but the expression on her face was really...

...that expression was like looking at a small animal.

Xing Mo stared blankly at the girl in front of her. After more than ten seconds, she realized that this girl seemed to be——

"You are...a god!"

"That's right, Mr. 'Bell Keeper'...oh no...Miss~" The little evil god smiled and tilted his head.

"How do you know I am..." Xing Mo frowned, then froze for a moment, "Wait...you called me...Miss...?"

Only then did she realize that her voice was very tender, even a little coquettish, just like a girl's!

What happened!

Xing Mo suddenly lowered her head and looked at her white nightgown. Through the slits in the dress, she saw...

Xingmo: (?Д?≡?д?)!?

"What did you do!" Xingmo shouted.

"You." The little evil god responded calmly.

"Huh?" Xing Mo was stunned.

The next second, the little evil god stood up, pounced on the bed and pushed her down.

Emerald green vines spread out from under the bed, and the tips of the roots flickered with green light, which was reflected in the little evil god's blood-red eyes.

"You are the Bell Guardian of the Citadel. In my words, you are a Saint. From you, I have absorbed a great deal of knowledge about this world..."

The little evil god easily held Xingmo down with one hand, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn't move.

"You...no matter what your purpose is, I will not..." Xing Mo gritted his teeth.

"It doesn't matter. If you don't want to, I have my own way to make you willing~"

The little evil god chuckled and raised an index finger with a light green light flashing on it.

"Hehe~ Let me introduce myself... My name is Aurora Halfgard, the 'Angel of Disaster'. From today on, I will be the god you serve..."

"And you, Xingmo, are my retainer, my servant, my 'Saint'.

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

"You're dreaming! I will never betray the goddess!" Xing Mo roared.

"..."

The steam train passed through the emerald green grassland like a giant dragon, spewing out long puffs of steam in the continuous drizzle.

Behind this train, the "God's Tomb" was closed, and in front of this train, the gears of fate began to turn in the shadows.

......

1) Little Devil

"Why are you talking to me like this? You don't seem to understand your situation..."

Looking at Xing Mo, who was pinned to the bed but still had a determined, resolute and strong expression, the little evil god smiled brightly.

"By the way, you serve the 'Star Sea Goddess', right? There seem to be many churches dedicated to her within the academy city of Academi."

"The goddess will protect me." Xing Mo had already calmed down and looked determined.

"Hmm?" Aurora raised her head and looked around. "Then where is 'He'? Why didn't he come to save you?"

Before Xingmo could speak, Aurora turned her head back, her heart-shaped pupils twitching slightly.

"How about I brand you with my mark? This is blasphemy against Him! Will He stop me? Where should I brand you? I need to find a flat surface..."

Aurora spoke to herself, tearing the cloth with her hands, sending it flying, and her eyes swept over quickly.

"Hmm... It's not very flat here... We need to move to another place..."

"You...!" Xing Mo felt humiliated, "You give me..."

She finally waited for the right moment—when Aurora focused her attention on her body, she lightly snapped her fingers, tapping out an unusually crisp syllable.

In an instant, a pattern appeared in the air and then converged into a flame, burning the vines wrapped around Xingmo's wrist.

Taking this opportunity, Xingmo rolled off the bed, stood up, and a light flashed in her emerald green eyes.

She subconsciously reached for the wand at her waist, but found nothing.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Xingmo looked up and saw Aurora, who was sitting on the bed, taking out a dark wooden stick as if nothing had happened. It was Xingmo's magic wand.

Before Xingmo could speak, Aurora threw the wand to her.

"Come on, give up as soon as possible~"

Xingmo caught the wand, turned it around, and sparks flew out from the tip of the wand.

She didn't think about why Aurora did this, but focused her mind, and the light in her eyes became deeper.

In her vision, the carriage in front of her seemed to be covered with a layer of dark gauze, and even Aurora's sparkling eyes became much darker.