Gabriel, You Really Are a Mole

Gabriel desperately tried to spit out the evil god's blood in her mouth.

But the instant the evil god's blood flowed from the bottle, it transformed into a stream of evil energy and fused directly into her body.

This energy was not particularly immense, but it was extraordinarily infectious.

The moment it entered Gabriel's body, it was like black paint dripping into white paint—completely unstoppable.

The pure, holy aura around Gabriel rapidly churned and deteriorated, gradually giving off a murky, bloody stench. Starting from the roots, the pristine white feathers on her six wings were dyed inch by inch with a dark, inky hue.

In just a few breaths, more than half her wings had turned gray-black, and the discolored area continued spreading toward the tips.

"Gabriel, you really have fallen."

Seeing Gabriel like this, Du Mu gloated. "Looking like that, you probably won't get past Heaven's security check if you try to go back. But if you're considering submitting an application to Hell, I think Satan would welcome you."

To angels, this fallen energy was like a tattoo. If it could not be completely removed, they could forget about returning to Heaven's ranks.

"Bastard!"

Gabriel was both furious and panicked.

At that moment, the Holy Light within her body was tangled with the constantly spreading evil energy, trying to drive it out.

Yet this evil energy carried an intense power of temptation. As it corroded the Holy Light, it continuously assimilated her thoughts, luring her toward the abyss of corruption.

She even began to inexplicably feel that this state was not so bad.

Free and unfettered. I can do whatever the hell I want...

While resisting the erosion of the evil energy, Gabriel could not help craving the pleasure brought by corruption. She could never bring herself to ruthlessly