Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c72

Witch’s Night: Chapter 72 Facing… The Past

Nun.

Within the vast Noah Church, nuns, like priests, were the most basic clergy members.

It couldn’t be said that they were as numerous as the hairs on one’s head, but if you shouted “nun” on the street, at least a dozen people would turn their heads.

However, if you added “Marytis” after “nun”…

Then… for at least the past few hundred years, there had been only one person who could be called “Sister Marytis.”

The legendary nun whose reputation spread throughout the human world hundreds of years ago, the only ordinary person who could freely enter and leave the Sanctuary without permission, the first person to climb the Holy Mountain after New Noah was established, declared dead in the War of the Witch of Absolute Death—Sister Marytis.

As a Holy Knight-Captain, Guinevere might be single-minded, but she still possessed the basic historical knowledge of a Holy Church member.

It was impossible for Guinevere not to know about this legendary nun who left a deep and indelible mark on history. But because it was too bizarre, her first reaction was…

Who was impersonating the legendary nun again?

The Abbey seemed to have received a similar report recently…

But Guinevere quickly realized something was wrong. The nun in front of her, judging from both her aura and Guinevere’s perception, was an ordinary person.

However, an extremely strong demonic power aura emanated from her.

Guinevere could tell that this wasn’t the same power as the demonic monster from before, but another unknown power, powerful and hidden, even she couldn’t help but feel a bit wary.

Could an ordinary person control demonic power?

The answer was no; it was absolutely impossible for an ordinary person to withstand the erosion brought by demonic power.

So Guinevere’s perception was wrong; the person in front of her was a powerful Devil’s Apostle.

Guinevere, with her rich combat experience, rarely trusted her own perception and intuition, only choosing to trust the facts before her eyes.

Because everything in a Calamity could be deceptive, only the “result” was real.

Thinking of this, Guinevere didn’t ask any questions, put her helmet back on, and threw a punch.

But just as her iron fist was about to land on Marytis, a strange sense of disorientation arose in her mind.

Guinevere’s focused gaze shifted, and she saw the nun in front of her staring at her with pure white eyes beneath her eye mask, a hourglass next to her inverting.

When the disorientation disappeared, Guinevere suddenly saw Marytis inexplicably far away from her, still maintaining her calm demeanor.

“What’s going on?”

A hint of confusion arose in Guinevere’s mind, and she prepared to attack again.

However, at this moment, she discovered that she was holding a mithril helmet in her hand…

“This—”

Guinevere looked down at the helmet in her hand. She clearly remembered that she had put on her helmet before attacking…

“Return… to the depths of the past, you will see everything, everything.”

Marytis in front of her had taken off her eye mask at some point, her pure white eyes looking at her indifferently, as if containing endless sorrow and grief.

“Could it be… a time ability?”

Guinevere’s heart skipped a beat.

This was an ability never recorded in human history!

Although Spatial abilities were rare, in the thousands of years of human history, there had been no less than ten humans who possessed them, including the current Ling Qi.

Although at the “Calamity” level, they only had short-range spatial jumps, once they advanced to “Ruin” or even “Peril” level, the evolution of their spatial abilities would reach a terrifying level.

Not to the point of being able to dance in the Void like Luo Yan, but even just spatial jumps, once the distance reached a certain level, were a terrifying power.

And spatial jumps were a technology already mastered by humanity in the Old Era. It could be said that the rare Spatial abilities weren’t a mystery to humanity.

But Time abilities?

Forget about whether they existed, the concept itself had never appeared!

Even in the Old Era, with its most advanced science and technology, which had already begun preliminary space exploration, their research on time could be said to be non-existent.

It wasn’t that they hadn’t tried to research it, but that there was no way to research it, no reference samples, no research direction.

For space, at least there was the occasionally appearing Calamity, “Void Storm,” to offer a glimpse, but the ethereal concept of time, there wasn’t even a place to start researching it.

There were many literary works that imagined time machines, capable of traveling to the past and the future, but these were mostly fantasy, not to be taken seriously.

In short, although space and time were often mentioned together, time was fundamentally a more mysterious domain.

From this, one could imagine Guinevere’s shock upon seeing this suspected Time-type demonic power.

She, who always believed that fists and violence could solve all problems, was momentarily at a loss.

The nun, calling herself “Marytis,” just stood quietly opposite her, her expression serene, a faint smile on her lips.

A device like an hourglass, but somewhat ethereal, hovered to her right, the sand inside slowly flowing down.

Just like… time.

Guinevere knew very well that no matter how many times she attacked, the result would probably be the same.

The hourglass would reverse, and she would be back where she started.

“…Could it be… that the monster just now was also transferred away using this method?”

Guinevere didn’t act rashly, watching Marytis vigilantly, and thought to herself,

“Could she really be… Sister Marytis, the legendary nun from history? But wasn’t Marytis killed in the War of the Witch of Absolute Death?

“How could an ordinary person live until now? How could the legendary nun, known for her purity and kindness, fall and side with demons?”

Guinevere had many questions in her mind, but these questions were difficult to answer.

So she didn’t say anything, just stared intently at the nun in front of her, ready for a confrontation.

Marytis didn’t seem to be in a hurry. She could sense the Noah Church personnel arriving from all directions, and these familiar auras made her feel a bit dazed and intoxicated, as if she were back in the time hundreds of years ago.

When all truths were unknown, all past events were still before her eyes, and everything hadn’t ended yet…

A beautiful time, a time worth remembering.

But it couldn’t be revisited.

Even though she possessed “Sorrow,” it couldn’t be undone.

The Holy Knights arrived first, led by Crete, the Holy Knight-Captain who had gone to Yan City to assist (although he didn’t help in the end).

Although this old man’s personal strength wasn’t as great as Guinevere’s, he was quite senior, so Guinevere visibly relaxed when she saw him.

“What’s the situation?”

Crete walked forward a few steps, saw Marytis confronting Guinevere, and asked in a low voice.

“She… calls herself Marytis,” Guinevere said, seeing Crete’s shocked expression, then nodded, “Yes, the Sister Marytis you’re thinking of.”

“How could this…”

Crete’s eyes widened, staring at Marytis in disbelief.

Marytis still didn’t move, just nodded politely to Crete.

“What do we do now?”

Guinevere was a bit troubled. She looked at the neatly arranged Holy Knights behind her and asked hesitantly,

“How about… a group charge?”

Although the Holy Knights were generally very strong, they weren’t to the point where other “Peril” level ability users could only look up to them.

What was truly terrifying was a complete Holy Knight squad.

The combat power of a complete Holy Knight squad increased exponentially, and the top squads could even confront “Destruction” level ability users, capable of handling “Destruction” level Calamities.

Among the elite squads of the entire human continent, besides Dragon City’s Dragon Cavalry, forged with the entire city’s resources, which could put up a fight, they were unmatched.

So Guinevere, with her fist-and-violence-solves-everything mindset, this suggestion wasn’t unreasonable.

If ordinary attacks didn’t work, then what about a group charge?

Could it disable the other party’s time power? Or prevent it from being fully effective?

“…”

Although Crete wanted to retort about his somewhat simple-minded younger colleague, he had to admit that this was a tempting proposal.

Whether or not she was the historical Sister Marytis, since she stood against humanity, she was an enemy of the Holy Knights, worthy of a group charge.

Just as Crete was pondering whether to issue a formal challenge according to the knight’s code, or to launch a surprise attack also according to the knight’s code, Marytis spoke again.

Looking at the eager Holy Knights, she said softly,

“You are not the guests I’m waiting for, all your actions are futile.”

“Oh?” Crete narrowed his eyes slightly. “Miss Marytis—assuming you’re the historical Sister Marytis, who are you waiting for?”

Crete didn’t ask the questions everyone was concerned about, such as why Marytis was declared dead in the War of the Witch of Absolute Death, how she survived until now, and why she joined the Church of the End Gods… and so on.

Asking these wouldn’t yield any results.

And just as Crete expected, after kindly offering a reminder, Marytis didn’t say anything more, just stood there calmly and quietly, seemingly not hearing Crete’s question.

But soon, Crete’s question was answered.

“The one she’s waiting for, is me.”

A familiar, childish voice sounded, and Illusion’s small figure slowly walked out, standing before the Holy Knights.

Looking at this short… little girl, Crete’s eyes widened, wondering whose child this was and why she was here.

But the veteran quickly reacted, deduced something from Guinevere’s expression, and asked tentatively,

“Saint Illusion?”

“Yes.”

Illusion nodded.

Although with this nod, Crete became even more suspicious. Was this really Saint Illusion?

Logically, she should vehemently deny it…

However, Marytis, seeing Illusion’s appearance, her usually indifferent expression finally showed a hint of complexity,

“Long time no see, Saint Illusion.”

“Generally speaking, hundreds of years can’t be called a long time, Marytis.” Illusion nodded slightly and replied, “However, it is indeed a long time, but you’re still the same as before, unchanged.”

“You as well.”

Marytis’s tone carried a hint of respect.

“…”

For some reason, Illusion seemed slightly annoyed by these words, although this fleeting expression could only be sensed by Crete, who was standing right next to her.

However, after Saint Illusion’s official confirmation, her identity could finally be confirmed.

It was… truly Sister Marytis, the legendary nun from hundreds of years ago.

Although she was now on the opposite side of humanity, a member of the Church of the End Gods that sided with demons, Crete still couldn’t help but feel a sense of respect.

After all, the story of the legendary nun had been circulating in the human world for hundreds of years, and in Noah, it was even more well-known, frequently appearing in religious textbooks.

Not only Crete, but almost everyone in the Noah Church had a natural affinity for this legendary nun from their textbooks.

But now…

Whether it was Crete or the carefree Guinevere, their gazes towards Marytis were quite complex, not knowing how to face this former legendary nun.

“I have many questions, but you probably won’t answer them.” Illusion said softly.

Marytis smiled gently and said, “Saint Illusion understands me very well, just like back then… But everything about the truth, only by witnessing it personally can one feel its true impact.”

“So, why are you here?” Illusion walked towards Marytis as if strolling through a courtyard. “I don’t think it’s just to announce your existence to the Noah Church, is it?”

“And the existence of the Church of the End Gods.” Marytis added.

As Illusion approached, she and Marytis were gradually enveloped in an illusion.

Within the illusion was a bizarre and beautiful landscape, and outside the illusion, only a hazy mist could be seen.

“The singing of the Witch of Absolute Death just now, it should be your doing,” within the illusion, no longer needing to worry about the impact, Illusion said directly, “Who is your target? Cecilia? Or Miss Luo Yan?”

“…I don’t know.”

Marytis truly didn’t know.

Illusion took a deep look at Marytis. She also saw the strange hourglass next to Marytis and had some guesses about its ability.

However, even if it was a Time-type ability, Illusion wasn’t incapable of breaking through it.

Sometimes, when the difference in levels was large enough, even powerful abilities couldn’t bridge the gap.

Moreover…

Illusion’s power wasn’t just an ability; even the other Saints couldn’t fully understand the power she possessed.

There had never been any record of Illusion’s power on the entire continent.

She seemed to come from another world.

“Since that’s the case, we’ll have to talk a bit more.”

Illusion looked into Marytis’s eyes and said indifferently.