Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c73

Witch’s Night: Chapter 73 The Sorrowful Witch’s Sorrowful Hope, The Library

So far, the only world known to humanity was this continent, whether it should be called narrow or vast, and the ocean beyond the continent was also a dangerous and unknown existence to the civilization of the New Era.

Let alone the starry sky above. Even during the most prosperous period of the Old Era, humanity had only just touched the stars before the world-sweeping Calamity Tide arrived.

Whether there was a connection between these two events was now impossible to explore, only that since then, no human had been able to reach the heights of the stars again.

However, the existence of other worlds beyond the starry sky was an undeniable fact.

Illusion didn’t know if she was a visitor from another world, but since she had memories, she didn’t have any impression of her parents. It was as if she appeared out of thin air.

Even her innate illusion ability didn’t exist in any records of the New or Old Eras, nor did it belong to any of the five commonly defined systems, only barely classifiable as Superpower type, but she was the only one who possessed this ability.

An unknown ability with unknown power, Illusion’s strength, even before becoming a Saint, was already unparalleled in the human world.

During her wandering days on the continent—later recorded as the “Saint’s Sacred Journey”—Illusion left behind many legends and gained many followers, and even admirers.

…Such as the Sword Saint’s father.

And, she even inadvertently, due to some of her unique quirks, created the trend of “Peril” level and above ability users giving themselves honorary titles.

These were legends of the past.

The point was, Illusion was strong.

Marytis knew this very well.

Among the Twelve Saints who sent her to the Holy Mountain back then, Illusion was one of them.

She was the one who personally guided Marytis on the path to the peak of the Holy Mountain, walking through the scarred Old Noah, witnessing the sorrow left by the vicissitudes of history.

The surrounding illusion seemed to be imprisoning Marytis, and the “Sands of Time” beside her also seemed a bit tense. Whether “Sorrow” could take effect within Illusion’s illusion was still unknown.

But Marytis couldn’t back down. Having a conversation with the legendary Fourth Saint in this place, this opportunity might never come again.

Illusion’s small figure stood calmly opposite Marytis, just like hundreds of years ago, when she bid farewell to her at the foot of the Holy Mountain.

“So, Marytis, why all this?”

Illusion looked at Marytis indifferently, her tone also quite flat. Although she showed no expression, it still brought immense pressure to Marytis.

A complex expression rarely appeared on Marytis’s face. She sighed softly and said,

“The truth about the Saint’s death, do you really not know anything about it?”

Illusion’s expression flickered, and she replied softly,

“I do know a thing or two about what happened back then.”

“So, Saint Illusion, you might have heard of… Project ‘Artificial Witch’.”

Marytis took a deep breath and said something that made Illusion’s pupils constrict,

“The Witch of Absolute Death who wreaked havoc on the land hundreds of years ago was created by the Saint herself—you should know this, and so do the Twelve Saints.”

Hearing Marytis’s words, Illusion was silent for a long time, then nodded,

“Indeed.”

She paused, a serious expression appearing on her young face, sized up Marytis slightly, and continued,

“It seems you’ve already established contact with one of the Gods. Was it It who told you this?”

“No, it was the Witch of Absolute Death.”

Marytis touched her chest and pulled hard.

Her black nun’s habit was instantly torn open, revealing half of her ample bosom, to Illusion’s slight surprise.

But she wasn’t trying to show sincerity to Illusion. On her snow-white skin was a black, incomplete flower pattern, faintly pulsing like a ferocious living creature.

“Manjusaka… the Higanbana flower, this… could it be…”

Illusion immediately recognized the mark on Marytis’s chest. It was almost identical to the legendary demonic offering of the Witch of Absolute Death—”Death.”

The only difference was perhaps that this strange flower pattern was clearly incomplete.

“It’s just a token. She asked me to find someone.”

Marytis covered herself with her nun’s habit again, her pure white eyes seemingly looking into the distance,

“She said, find her, take her far away, she shouldn’t have to bear all this.

“Because this is the Saint’s mistake.”

The Saint’s mistake.

It sounded ridiculous.

How could the Saint make a mistake? How could the Saint be wrong? Could someone who made mistakes still be called a Saint?

But Illusion knew what Marytis was referring to, because she had already read the complete “Artificial Witch Project” written by the Saint.

This was a failed salvation plan by the Saint, which ultimately led to the rampage of the Witch of Absolute Death, and the destruction of Old Noah…

Few people knew that the Sanctuary, known as the “holy land of mortals,” was actually just Old Noah, destroyed by the first rampage of the Witch of Absolute Death.

And, hearing this, Illusion already knew who the “her” in Marytis’s words referred to.

—The current Miss Luo Yan.

“But you didn’t take her away, Marytis. If that’s the case, you should have taken Miss Luo Yan to a place where no one could find her.” Illusion whispered. “That way, she wouldn’t have any connection with us, with the Church of the End Gods.”

“Because… I want to save the world.”

Marytis said resolutely.

Her determined gaze hadn’t changed at all compared to hundreds of years ago.

Back then, she had looked at the Twelve Saints like this, telling them her plan, which was how she obtained the opportunity to go to the peak of the Holy Mountain.

Now, a similar scene was replaying before Illusion, but this time, Illusion wouldn’t believe Marytis anymore.

Even if this was her true intention.

“You specifically lured me out, just to say these things?” Illusion’s tone was already unfriendly. “I’ve heard this kind of rhetoric many times, Marytis. What’s the difference between you and those delusional members of the Church of the End Gods?”

She glanced at the “Sands of Time” beside Marytis and sneered,

“If you want to use this clumsy ‘Time’ ability to deal with me, I’m afraid it won’t work—even if I’m just a phantom now.”

Even among phantoms, there were differences in strength.

The previous “Elise” only had “Ruin” level strength, while this phantom had already reached the peak of “Peril” level, almost the same level as Wen Hua, who had just been defeated.

Although their apparent strength was similar, Illusion’s true body was the Fourth Saint, whose power was unmatched even among “Destruction” level ability users, and since this phantom was created using her true body as a prototype, the illusion ability it possessed wouldn’t be much weaker.

Illusion was confident that she could defeat Marytis before she used the “Sands of Time” to reverse her time.

Moreover… this was within her illusion, her home turf, giving her an even greater advantage.

“…”

A hint of sorrow appeared in Marytis’s eyes, and the demonic aura around her suddenly increased.

Just as Illusion thought she was about to attack and prepared to use her illusion, an ancient, ethereal voice suddenly sounded out of thin air,

“A visitor from another world, not belonging to this place…”

“Who?”

Illusion’s heart skipped a beat, and her illusion instantly contracted.

The bizarre and beautiful scenery rapidly changed, from peaceful to violent, the entire illusion filled with flames and ice, as if it would explode at any moment.

The atmosphere around Marytis ahead became even more sorrowful, a strong wave of sadness washing over them, even Illusion could hardly resist it, a faint mist appearing in her eyes.

—The Witch of Sorrow.

Almost instantly, Illusion realized which Primordial Demon had truly established a connection with Marytis.

It was actually… the Witch of Sorrow herself.

Even though only a sliver of Her slumbering consciousness could descend upon this place, unable to even break through the illusion created by the phantom, this was enough to make Illusion nervous.

This wasn’t an avatar, but the true body. Even if it wasn’t a complete descent, she had to be extremely cautious.

The Witch of Sorrow, through Marytis’s pure white eyes, gazed at Illusion, and for a moment, Illusion felt like she had lived for thousands of years. When she came back to her senses, It spoke again,

“It’s… too late…”

Too late?

“Your Saint… our former companion… her betrayal caused all the Sovereigns to fall into eternal slumber.”

It recounted the established facts in a sorrowful tone,

“We, known as ‘Witches,’ are also nearing our end… completely becoming ‘malice.’ At that time, the dazzling starry sky will be no more, and humanity will directly face the truth beyond it.”

The Witch of Sorrow was pessimistic.

It had always believed that there was no light in this endless cycle, and this moment was the darkest of all.

The established cycle was broken by the New Era. The ineradicable human civilization allowed “malice” to grow unchecked, completely devouring the last of the Gods.

From then on, only endless “malice” would remain on this land.

However…

“Miss Luo Yan, what kind of existence is she?”

Illusion overcame the fear in her heart and asked in a deep voice.

By now, Illusion also knew Marytis’s purpose. She had lured her out precisely for this moment.

A direct conversation with a Primordial Demon, even the Saints had never had such an opportunity.

The Witch of Sorrow was silent for a moment, and then Its ethereal voice sounded again,

“She… she is… corrupted by us…”

Before It could finish, Marytis seemed to have been drained of her last bit of strength, unconcealable weakness evident in her pale face.

The descent of the Gods’ consciousness had its limits; Marytis couldn’t withstand it for too long.

To plant a seed of yearning for the truth in the heart of a highly respected Saint, to make her stop isolating herself and escaping, Marytis had used almost all her means to finally let Illusion experience this.

Illusion frowned slightly. Without much hesitation, she immediately took a few steps forward, intending to capture Marytis.

But at this moment, the “Sands of Time” suddenly reversed. Illusion hesitated warily, but then realized that the “Sands of Time” wasn’t targeting her.

But Marytis.

The weakened Marytis dissipated like gray smoke, and the “Sands of Time” disappeared along with her, leaving only Illusion in the illusion.

Illusion remained silent for a long time, seemingly pondering the few words left by the Witch of Sorrow.

After an unknown amount of time, she dispelled the illusion and saw the anxious people of the Noah Church around her.

“It’s alright now,” Illusion looked around, her voice soft amidst the nervous crowd, “That’s all, you can go back.”

Since the Saint had spoken, there definitely wouldn’t be any problems.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their tense expressions relaxing, and then they returned to Noah with the large group.

Only Illusion occasionally looked up at the sky, as if gazing at the vast, dazzling void, or perhaps at something intangible somewhere.

She wondered if Miss Luo Yan in the Sanctuary had already… resolved Cecilia’s problem?

Corrupted by the Gods… her, what did that mean?

Illusion sighed almost imperceptibly.

……

The Sanctuary, within the library.

Upon entering the library, Luo Yan was almost stunned by what she saw.

She was in a clean, silver-white hall, and not far ahead was something similar to a bar counter, its dazzling screens and instruments still operating.

Further away were rows of bookshelves, at least three times the height of a person, filled with all kinds of books.

“I remember Shadow said… the thirty-fourth floor?”

How to get up there?

Luo Yan was momentarily at a loss and walked towards the bar counter.

Just then, seemingly noticing Luo Yan’s presence, all the screens on the counter lit up, and a translucent, light blue female figure appeared, almost startling Luo Yan,

“Researcher Luo Yan, welcome to the ▇▇▇ Library. This is under the jurisdiction of ▇▇▇. You have Level 1 authorization granted by the ▇▇▇ Council. Director ▇▇▇ is looking forward to your visit—please tell me your request, this library will do its best to fulfill it.”

The female figure showed a proper and elegant smile, but her words were occasionally interspersed with jarring static, and her light blue body also flickered like a glitching screen, seemingly having an unstable signal.

“I…” Luo Yan didn’t have time to think about these strange questions. What was more important was that she had to save Cecilia now. “I need to go to the laboratory on the thirty-fourth floor.”

The light blue female figure nodded, her voice still clear and pleasant,

“Alright, initiating short-distance teleportation, destination: Haxton Laboratory, thirty-fourth floor, ▇▇▇ Library—spatial transfer might cause slight discomfort, please bear with it, Miss Luo Yan. If excessive adverse reactions occur, the ▇▇▇ Library will take full responsibility.”

As her voice fell, Luo Yan felt a light blue light enveloping her and Cecilia.

Then, a familiar scene appeared outside… It was the gap between the Void and the real world!

The library’s spatial teleportation was actually Void Traversal!