Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c67

Witch’s Night: Chapter 67 Your Descent

Even though Illusion used an illusion to isolate the surrounding space, it couldn’t block Requiem.

The faint, beautiful singing echoed around them, the tear-jerking melody only bringing fear to those who knew the truth.

The “Requiem” plan, which the Church of the End Gods had been preparing since the War of the Witch of Absolute Death, was initially intended to awaken the slumbering Witch of Absolute Death.

However, because they couldn’t reproduce “Requiem,” they were forced to abandon this plan.

Of course, this difficulty of reproducing Requiem was finally solved with Marytis’s arrival, and then another problem arose.

How to deliver Requiem to the Witch of Absolute Death?

The answer was “impossible,” and the one who provided the answer was also Marytis.

However, even if Marytis said so, the Church of the End Gods couldn’t abandon this plan, which seemed to be the most likely way to awaken the Witch of Absolute Death.

After nearly a hundred years of preparation, the Church of the End Gods could already make Requiem cover the entire Noah, but currently, they still couldn’t send it into the sealed Sanctuary.

However, the researchers of Project “Requiem” were very confident, believing they could achieve it in the near future.

They had already overcome countless difficulties; this was just another hurdle waiting to be conquered.

But just then, Hamid requested to implement Project “Requiem” in advance, only covering the entire Noah with Requiem, without affecting the Sanctuary at all.

The researchers of the Church of the End Gods wanted to reject Hamid’s decision, but Hamid’s attitude was very firm, using his authority as Bishop to forcibly order the early implementation of Project “Requiem.”

So, the researchers hurriedly worked for several days, finally catching up to the time set by Hamid, and the melodious singing filled the entire Noah.

It could be said that Project “Requiem” was successful, but also a failure.

The plan wasn’t hindered in any way. As expected, Noah missed the best opportunity to stop the plan, and Requiem would linger over Noah for several hours.

But the original purpose of this plan was to awaken the Witch of Absolute Death. Implementing it like this was basically no different from playing music on a giant speaker.

As for the Calamity monsters and mutated giant beasts attracted by Requiem, Noah’s spiritual energy weapons could annihilate them without even overheating.

But no one knew why Hamid did this.

To awaken the Witch of Absolute Death?

They couldn’t even enter the Sanctuary, let alone the place where the Witch of Absolute Death was sealed.

Marytis guessed that Hamid wanted to influence Miss Luo Yan.

But she knew very well that Miss Luo Yan could even resist the divine whispers of the Gods, who used their existence as the price, let alone this minor Requiem.

Even the original Requiem of the Witch of Absolute Death couldn’t have any effect. The current Miss Luo Yan was no longer someone who could be easily influenced.

But Marytis still chose to carry it out, not only because it was Hamid’s decision, but also because she seemed to have some unrealistic delusions in her heart.

Perhaps?

Perhaps among the impossibilities, there was a sliver of possibility?

More importantly, to Marytis, who had personally seen the Saint’s remains, Project Requiem seemed doomed to fail from the very beginning.

The Witch of Absolute Death couldn’t be awakened by Her own song, let alone the fact that, with the Church of the End Gods’ capabilities, even entering the Sanctuary would be a miracle, how could they possibly reach the white temple?

However, what no one expected was that Hamid’s purpose in activating Requiem wasn’t the Witch of Absolute Death, nor Miss Luo Yan, but Cecilia, who had been by his side for nearly ten years.

The Cecilia who happily called him Grandpa Bishop while tugging at his clothes.

The Cecilia who often leaned against the window, yearning for the outside world.

Hamid still stood by the window, gazing at the Noah Church Cathedral in the distance.

Around him were the nervous researchers of Requiem, and a little further away was Marytis, recreating the past on the altar.

The melodious and beautiful singing of the Witch of Absolute Death didn’t pose any threat. The power of “Sorrow,” which could immerse people in past sadness, had been isolated by the barrier on the altar.

Hamid closed his eyes once again.

He couldn’t bear to watch.

When he first met Cecilia, she was just a baby, her small, weak body about the size of his arm.

He had personally raised her, although it had only been nearly ten years, for Hamid, who had lived for hundreds of years, it wasn’t much, just a small interlude.

But humans were still humans, and emotions were shackles that no human could escape.

Even Hamid, who had personally killed almost all his classmates.

After so many years, no one knew what Hamid’s state of mind was that rainy night, as he raised his butcher knife towards his classmates.

He hadn’t said, and no one had asked.

But Hamid remembered clearly. He had been trembling, his whole body shaking, almost unable to hold the blood-stained sword in his hand.

And now he was trembling again.

“Some things, someone has to do them,” Hamid said in a voice only he could hear. “I have to do them.”

After so many years of “treatment,” the demonic power within Cecilia was no longer completely the power of a God’s Chosen; it was mixed with the corrupted aura of the Gods—the Primordial Demons.

The power of a God’s Chosen was indeed independent, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be corrupted, especially after years of large doses of demonic power infusion.

It could be said that a part of the Demon’s avatar already existed within Cecilia, only it had been slumbering.

And this “Requiem” could awaken this slumbering demonic avatar, awaken the terrifying existence named “Demoness of Terror” by the Free Federation.

However, if it were just a demonic avatar, Hamid could also summon it, and the demonic avatar he could summon was even stronger, something even the Twelve Saints had to be wary of.

But… what couldn’t be ignored was that Miss Luo Yan had already established a life link with Cecilia, and It existed within Miss Luo Yan.

Of course, it was difficult to say whether the God of Hope had taken over Miss Luo Yan’s body, or if Miss Luo Yan had mastered the God of Hope’s power.

Because the Gods were conceptual entities, not living beings, it was difficult to explain using current human theories.

Anyway, Hamid didn’t quite understand Miss Luo Yan’s situation, but he could clearly sense the aura of the God of Hope on her, this couldn’t be wrong.

It was precisely because of this that Hamid risked activating the one-time-only “Requiem” plan.

This was a gamble.

But not a gamble without any chance of winning.

“‘Demoness of Terror’…?”

For the first time, like Marytis, Hamid softly uttered this title that the Church of the End Gods considered blasphemous.

He looked up slightly at the sky above, just like countless times in the past, looking at this false yet beautiful starry sky, but what appeared in his mind was the terrifying truth beyond the stars.

“Your descent will definitely be… spectacular, right?”

Hamid chuckled self-deprecatingly, a hint of bitterness on his lips.

……

Noah Church Cathedral, second floor, within the isolated illusion.

The continuous deterioration made Cecilia look much weaker, and although her eyes were open, she seemed to be unconscious.

“‘Clumsy Flame’ barrier?”

Luo Yan was stunned when she heard this term. She had seen it in One’s memories.

To be precise, the “Wall of Resentment” in Yan City was originally called “Clumsy Flame,” but even One herself didn’t know the details.

However, the “Clumsy Flame” barrier personally recorded by the Saint, and the later “Ice Coffin,” which was created based on this barrier, revealed the barrier’s ability.

Sealing power.

“However, time is of the essence, it’s normal that Shadow wasn’t fully prepared, and we can’t blame her.” Illusion said in a deep voice, “Anyway, using the ‘Clumsy Flame’ barrier to seal Cecilia and temporarily put her into a dormant state is the only way to save her.”

Shadow nodded repeatedly. Although she was usually unreliable, she was dependable when it came to this kind of thing.

The “Clumsy Flame” barrier could even seal the power of a Demon’s true form, and unlike the Ice Coffin, it couldn’t utilize Primordial Ice to enhance its effects. Activating a pure “Clumsy Flame” was quite complex.

“But what can I do to help?”

Luo Yan’s voice was laced with anxiety,

“Although I’ve experienced One’s memories, she didn’t know what the ‘Clumsy Flame’ barrier was either…”

Hearing this, Illusion was silent for a moment, stared into Luo Yan’s eyes, and said,

“…No, you know, you’ve just forgotten.”

“…”

Luo Yan didn’t know how to respond to Illusion’s cryptic words.

The situation was urgent, and Illusion didn’t explain further. She turned to Shadow and said,

“Continue staying in Guinevere’s shadow, and then take Miss Luo Yan into the Sanctuary, as quickly as possible.”

“Tsk, making Guinevere move quickly… alright, as long as the Noah Church doesn’t mind this quarter’s maintenance expenses exceeding the budget.”

Shadow shrugged. Guinevere’s “recklessness” was well-known, but in this situation, it was actually a good thing.

At least Guinevere wouldn’t have any psychological burden, she was even bold enough to bump into the Sanctuary barrier when charging around.

“Miss Luo Yan, I originally intended to take you to the Sanctuary, Holy Communion is an excellent opportunity to avoid certain prying eyes.”

Illusion looked up at Luo Yan and said seriously,

“I just didn’t expect these heretics to be so impatient… But it’s acceptable. The most urgent matter is to settle Cecilia, and then you have more important things to do.”

“…Meeting the Saint’s remains?”

“That’s for later.”

Illusion raised her hand and gradually dispelled the strange isolation barrier.

“What about you, Illusion?” Seeing that time was running out, Shadow quickly asked, “Aren’t you going back to the Sanctuary with us with this phantom?”

Although Illusion’s phantoms weren’t like Shadow’s shadow avatar, where damage to the phantom would harm the main body, it could be seen that this phantom, identical to her true body, was different from the others, its aura much stronger.

Even for Illusion, she probably only had a handful of phantoms of this level in hundreds of years, and losing even one was a great loss.

Illusion shook her head and said, “I can’t leave, I need to maintain order here. I know very well what those heretics want to do, and I can’t let them succeed, at least not now.”

She paused, her expression becoming more serious, and continued,

“Please remember, ‘the future of humanity is always in peril’.”

As her voice fell, the illusion instantly dissipated. The Witch of Absolute Death’s singing, permeating Noah, had already formed an echo within the Noah Church Cathedral, and the scale of the amplification points was increasing.

It was likely that before Noah found a solution, this singing would clearly and loudly echo throughout the city for a long time.

“Go!”

Illusion whispered, then instantly transmitted the order to Guinevere.

As a Holy Knight-Captain with unparalleled action power, Guinevere always helped before the person involved even asked, and this time was no exception.

Just seeing Luo Yan’s slightly anxious expression and Illusion’s serious gaze, Guinevere knew that her job… oh no, her mission had arrived.

With the order echoing in her ears, Guinevere didn’t hesitate.

Before Luo Yan could react, she swung her armored arm and scooped Luo Yan up.

Seemingly because Luo Yan hadn’t been happy with the princess carry last time, Guinevere changed her posture and placed Luo Yan on her shoulder.

There were some protruding scales on the shoulder armor, which just happened to serve as handholds for Luo Yan.

All this happened in a split second. The envoys and other guests only saw the silver-clad, heavily armored figure suddenly bend down, and then a series of sonic booms sounded.

The whooshing wind almost swept away the nearby guests, and with a loud roar, everyone saw the scenery outside the window… except that there seemed to be no window anymore.

Guinevere had chosen the fastest way to leave the second floor of the Noah Church Cathedral: jumping.

She even skipped the step of opening the window. The beautiful agate window shattered, and even a part of the wall collapsed.

A blood-curdling shriek came from behind them, clearly the voice of Aslanmode VII, the most respected Pope of the Noah Church,

“I just gritted my teeth and approved the budget to repair the church windows this year! This damage is worth at least five million Nos! Guinevere! I—”

Seemingly realizing he was losing his composure, Aslanmode VII’s angry roar caught in his throat.

Calm down, he had to calm down…

He represented the face of Noah now, he could settle the score with the Holy Knights later.

Aslanmode VII forcibly suppressed his anger, looked at the envoys who were looking at him, and showed his usual, polite and kind smile,

“Apologies, for this embarrassing display, it’s just some… internal Church matters…”

Before he could finish, a clergyman hurriedly ran up to the second floor, panting and shouting,

“Yo-, Your Holiness! It’s bad! The statue of the Saint at the church entrance was just destroyed by some kind of giant beast!”

Aslanmode VII spat out a mouthful of blood.