Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c63

Witch’s Night: Chapter 63 Innocent and Carefree

Some stories, with the passage of time and the accumulation of layers of retelling, no longer bear much resemblance to their original form, distorted beyond recognition through generations of modification.

The Saint and the Twelve Saints, who led humanity to establish Noah a thousand years ago, igniting the first bonfire of the New Era, undeniably made great contributions.

But what was often overlooked was that, during the establishment of Noah, countless ordinary people also made indelible contributions, only these, to this day, had become insignificant dust in the corners of history.

Now, Noah and humanity were once again facing the crisis of the “Calamity Tide,” but many people placed their hopes on the Twelve Saints and the “Destruction” level ability users, shirking the responsibilities they should bear onto these “tall ones” who held up the sky.

The Ten Cities Council was meant to prevent this from happening.

Illusion looked around at the people attending Holy Communion. Some were Noah nobles like Chris, some were high-ranking members of the Noah Church, but most were envoys from various mega-cities.

Among these envoys, the one with the highest status was naturally the envoy from Dragon City, Wen Su, who had long been a rival of Noah, and who also held the title of City Lord.

But in the eyes of these people, Illusion still couldn’t see any worry about the Calamity, only scheming and calculations.

No one present, besides her, had truly experienced the War of the Witch of Absolute Death.

From history books, they could only glimpse a few fragmented chapters, because most of the files from that period had been destroyed.

The current humans only knew that the War of the Witch of Absolute Death was cruel, but how cruel, and in what ways, they knew nothing.

Illusion didn’t want to manage secular affairs, but that didn’t mean she didn’t understand them. In fact, as a Saint before the War of the Witch of Absolute Death, Illusion had participated in the affairs of the Noah Church.

It wasn’t until after the War of the Witch of Absolute Death that the Twelve Saints completely withdrew from the Noah Church, isolating themselves in the Sanctuary.

Seeing some clergy angered by Luo Yan sitting on the “holy seat,” Illusion sighed inwardly.

The so-called holy seat was just a footstool back then, but these clergy were so strict about it. Illusion couldn’t understand the current Noah Church.

She raised her hand, gently placed it on Luo Yan’s shoulder, and whispered,

“It’s just a seat. If the Saint were still alive, she wouldn’t mind others sitting in her place.”

These words, spoken by anyone else, might be considered blasphemy. Even if they were spoken by another Saint with less seniority—like Shadow—they might be questioned.

But not Illusion.

Even the scriptures used by everyone in the Noah Church were compiled by her, and most of the prayers were also written by her. The name “Illusion” was practically everywhere in the Noah Church, how could any follower dare to question her words?

All the clergy remained silent. Only the innocent Luo Yan, still sitting on the “holy seat,” felt a subtle awkwardness.

…Actually, she didn’t have to sit here, any other seat would do.

But since the atmosphere had already developed to this point, Luo Yan could only continue sitting there, bracing herself.

Anna was nowhere to be seen, probably hiding in a corner, and Cecilia was leaning against Luo Yan’s back. Because of her small size, no one noticed her.

The sky had darkened, and the bright moonlight shone through the agate windows of the church, casting a few colorful streaks on the floor.

Night, seven o’clock, this was the time when construction work in Noah paused in the past, and also the time for distributing Holy Communion.

Illusion looked up slightly and saw the dazzling starry sky, seemingly eternal.

She looked away, glanced at Luo Yan almost imperceptibly, and said softly,

“Holy Communion begins.”

Illusion closed her eyes and made a prayer gesture,

“Give thanks for all that the Saint has bestowed.”

As the envoys from other mega-cities outside Noah and Luo Yan looked on curiously, everyone in the Noah Church clasped their hands together and chanted in unison,

“We give thanks to the Saint.”

……

“Hamid, Marytis, Holy Communion has begun.” Wen Hua’s slightly impatient voice came from the communicator. “Aren’t you two secretly plotting something? Why haven’t you acted yet?”

Hamid opened his eyes and looked towards the Noah Church Cathedral in the distance,

“It’s not time yet. ‘Requiem’ only has one chance, it needs to be carefully adjusted to avoid mistakes.”

He paused and continued, “Where are you?”

“I’m right at the church entrance. Heh, not even a single ‘Peril’ level guard, how disrespectful.”

“…Don’t alert the enemy, do as you please.” Hamid replied.

“Where am I positioned? What do I need to do? Can Wen Su be left to me?”

Wen Hua’s tone sounded a bit gritted, as if she were speaking through clenched teeth.

“I know the plan you’re concocting is impressive, it would be even better if I could personally kill that brother of mine.”

“As you please.” Hamid repeated the same words.

Behind him, several officials in charge of Project “Requiem” were hurriedly adjusting something.

Things related to the Gods were always particularly troublesome, especially since they were now attempting to create “Artificial God’s Chosen” for the first time, even more caution was needed.

A single mistake, and their efforts of nearly a hundred years would be wasted.

Marytis continued to stand by the French window, but she had already taken off her eye mask and veil, her colorless eyes staring blankly at the dazzling starry sky.

Hamid knew that she was gazing at the truth beyond the starry sky, that heart-wrenching fear, which was difficult for anyone to forget.

Even he, when he was accidentally teleported near the starry sky by Luo Yan in Lannister, had shown a rare look of panic, his mind blank, almost shutting down.

“I see her, she’s by the window, with her back to us. Ah… such a beautiful figure…”

Wen Su’s voice came again, and Hamid frowned slightly, but it wasn’t him who spoke first, but Marytis.

“Don’t target her, Wen Hua.” Marytis’s voice turned cold. “I’m not warning you, but advising you.”

“…Because we’re rivals? Don’t you think it would be wonderful if she could join our cause?”

There was a hint of mockery in Wen Hua’s voice. “Marytis, don’t tell me you’re worried that your position in the Church of the End Gods will be replaced by her?”

Before Marytis could respond, Hamid said,

“Wen Su, just do your job. If you can bring Miss Luo Yan back, it wouldn’t be impossible for Marytis to give up her position as Bishop for her.”

After saying that, Hamid took the initiative to close the communicator.

“The plan is about to commence, Marytis, don’t cause any trouble.”

Hamid turned to look at Marytis and said in a deep voice,

“Wen Hua is a true madman. Provoking him might cause him to go on a rampage, and our long-prepared plan will have to be shelved.”

“I know.”

Marytis glanced at Hamid with a hint of displeasure, then put on her eye mask again, her gentle voice uttering somewhat terrifying words,

“I wouldn’t mind if the meat I keep in the backyard of my little church had a bit more… God-flavored food.”

“…We all have the same goal, there’s no need for this kind of infighting.”

Hamid knew that the relationship between Wen Hua and Marytis was a bit delicate, and as a fellow Bishop, he couldn’t say much.

After all, among the three Bishops, only Hamid was truly dedicated to fulfilling the will of the Gods, working tirelessly to destroy civilization and continue the world.

Marytis brought “Requiem” and the opportunity to hear the Gods’ voices to the Church of the End Gods, but she had never provided any other help, nor had she ever taken action.

She was like a true nun, listening to the confessions of believers.

Hamid speculated that her strength was probably no less than “Destruction” level, but there were also many followers of the Gods who disagreed with him, and many believers thought that Sister Marytis was just an ordinary person, because her aura was exactly that of an ordinary person.

This included the other Bishop, Wen Hua, this madman who joined the Church of the End Gods for the sake of destruction, only believed in his own intuition.

Marytis couldn’t pose a fatal threat to Wen Hua. If it weren’t for her status as a Bishop, he would have already attacked.

But because of Hamid’s restraints, Wen Hua temporarily suppressed these mad thoughts, but they couldn’t be eliminated.

Hamid knew very well Wen Hua’s thoughts towards Marytis, or rather, his lust.

However, he neither supported nor opposed it. As long as it didn’t hinder the ultimate goal of the Church of the End Gods, Hamid condoned everything.

In his opinion, everything would eventually be destroyed, so anything before the arrival of the end was meaningless.

This delicate balance existed among the three Bishops of the Church of the End Gods, forming a stable triangular relationship.

Now, Luo Yan’s appearance seemed to be about to break this balance.

Wen Hua wanted to use Luo Yan to deal with Marytis. Hamid saw another, unknown side of Luo Yan, while Marytis remained silent, and no one knew what she was planning.

Night fell, the moonlight bright, and peaceful Noah welcomed a peaceful night. This peace had lasted for hundreds of years.

Under the protection of the Twelve Saints, Calamities seemed like mere legends.

But beneath the peaceful surface, some discordant undercurrents were slowly flowing.

One silent yet life-filled instrument after another was pushed into inconspicuous corners, and an inescapable “net” was silently laid within the quiet sewers.

This human civilization, originating from Noah, rebuilt on the ruins of the Old Era, called the “New Era,” was about to welcome its “Requiem.”

“The ‘Requiem’ ritual is ready, only Sister’s singing is left.” The person in charge of “Requiem” appeared before Hamid again, unconcealable fatigue on his face. “Bishop Hamid, are you sure…”

“I’m sure.”

Hamid interrupted, then glanced at Marytis.

Marytis stood up silently and turned to walk towards the altar of the “Requiem” ritual.

All the followers present saw her beautiful face and colorless eyes. This could be said to be the first time Sister Marytis had removed her disguise in front of so many people.

She wasn’t stunningly beautiful, but it was hard to look away, all their attention involuntarily drawn to her eyes.

But soon, they would know why Sister Marytis usually covered her eyes with a mask and veil.

…It was to protect others.

Sad memories of the past involuntarily surfaced in everyone’s minds, gradually immersing them, and many people were already in tears, even Hamid was no exception.

He saw his former classmates, who had died at his hands, silent and surprised.

However, Hamid, with his strong will, quickly recovered, waved his hand to dispel these phantoms of the past, then raised his hand and used his spatial ability to isolate the ordinary followers from Marytis, lest…

Hamid didn’t blame Marytis, because he knew that she was now in a special state and couldn’t be mindful of her surroundings.

The past.

Asking about her own past.

A faint projection of the Gods appeared behind Marytis, gently embracing her, and her colorless eyes were also covered with a hazy mist.

She walked forward step by step.

The sounds of war, endless cries, sorrowful wails, echoed continuously, the past gradually reappearing.

Finally, when Marytis reached the altar, a condensed black shadow finally appeared.

Hamid stared intently at this shadow. This was the “God of Life” that Marytis recreated by using “Sorrow” to revisit the past, the “Witch of Absolute Death” who almost brought humanity to its demise.

Due to some kind of power’s obstruction, this shadow’s face couldn’t be seen, but Hamid inexplicably felt that she was somewhat similar to Miss Luo Yan.

Finally, at this crucial moment that made everyone hold their breath, the shadow gently opened her mouth, and an ethereal melody instantly filled the air.

Unlike the “Requiem” replicated using technology by the Church of the End Gods, the “Requiem” recreated from the past was filled with a faint sorrow, filled with indescribable emotions.

“The ‘Requiem’ ritual has begun, immediately activate all nodes, along with the entire spiritual energy network.”

Hamid struggled to break free from the state of being affected by “Requiem” and said in a deep voice to the still-dazed person in charge of “Requiem.”

The person in charge of “Requiem” hadn’t completely recovered from that state of being affected, and only snapped awake when Hamid’s voice sounded. He hurriedly grabbed the other project members next to him and started activating the “Requiem” network.

The activation of the “Artificial God’s Chosen” devices was silent. All the ability users confined within the instruments unconsciously underwent a tragic “God’s Chosen transformation.”

During these three minutes, they were true God’s Chosen, possessing demonic powers similar to Cecilia’s.

But after three minutes, these powerful powers would disappear along with their lives, turning into a pool of blood and pus.

The ethereal singing gently echoed in every corner of Noah, light and pleasant.

“Eeya eeya… everyone together… create the most beautiful world…”

Innocent, carefree.

But only the purest loss and sorrow remained.