Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c79

Witch’s Night: Chapter 79 Illusion

“Can we please not continue talking about this topic here? It’s scary.”

Shadow was on the verge of tears. It was already taboo to mention the Gods in the mortal world, let alone the fact that a slumbering God was nearby…

But she still seriously answered Luo Yan’s question,

“Speaking of rumors, our situation is actually much worse than most people imagine.”

“Many people think that the Twelve Saints don’t leave the Sanctuary because we want to avoid worldly disputes… This isn’t entirely wrong, but the more important reason is another one.”

“—We can’t leave.”

They couldn’t leave.

This was the main reason why the Saints didn’t appear in the world.

Seeing Luo Yan’s slightly surprised expression, Shadow composed herself, her tone becoming a bit more serious,

“Indeed, we can’t leave the Sanctuary. It’s not because the Sanctuary is binding us, but… the Witch of Absolute Death.

“It has been a long, long time since the War of the Witch of Absolute Death, and many people think that the Witch of Absolute Death has been firmly suppressed.

“But actually, it’s not suppression, but rather, we’re doing our best to keep Her slumbering, but we can’t guarantee that She won’t awaken… The consequences of a God who has descended upon the world fully awakening are absolutely unimaginable.”

Shadow took a deep breath, overcoming the psychological pressure of recounting these secrets, and continued,

“The Witch of Absolute Death, to this day, is still quite active… Even the Twelve Saints have to exert all our strength to prevent Her aura from leaking outside the Sanctuary.”

It was precisely for this reason that the Twelve Saints hadn’t interfered with worldly affairs for hundreds of years, and the only ones who remained outside the white temple were Illusion and Shadow, the two Saints who could operate in the outside world using avatars.

This could also explain Shadow’s nervousness.

Everyone had always thought that the Sanctuary was guarding a long-dormant, and would continue to be dormant, volcano. But no one expected that it was an active volcano that could erupt at any time.

What was even more worrisome was another point. The Sanctuary, which sealed the Witch of Absolute Death, was right next to the prosperous New Noah…

It wasn’t that New Noah didn’t want to relocate further away, but because the Ember Formation that maintained Noah’s existence was located in Old Noah… that is, the Sanctuary.

The current New Noah surrounded the Sanctuary to maximize the use of the Ember Formation’s energy. If they moved further away, they wouldn’t even be able to maintain their current scale.

“That is… truly unexpected.”

Luo Yan said after a moment of silence.

The situation was far worse than she imagined…

“The future of human civilization is always in peril—this is one of the last words left by the Saint, and the Twelve Saints never forget it.”

Shadow sighed, her shadow avatar merging back into Luo Yan’s shadow,

“Let’s go, Lord Noah will be here soon. He… is about as ancient as Mister Nine. Perhaps you will get more answers from him.”

“As ancient as Nine, spanning the Old and New Eras?” Luo Yan asked casually.

“…About three hundred years younger.”

“…”

Could that be considered “almost the same age”?

…..

Meanwhile, in another library, Illusion, who was meditating, opened her eyes, a hint of contemplation lingering in them.

Her phantom had already transmitted all its memories, including the entire process of facing the “Witch of Sorrow,” and Her words.

Normally, according to the Twelve Saints’ protocol for handling matters related to the Gods, Illusion should erase these memories, just like how she erased the details of the “Artificial Witch Project” before.

But for some reason, she didn’t, just sat there for a long time.

Her small figure bathed in the afterglow of starlight, Illusion looked up, the words spoken by the Witch of Sorrow echoing in her mind, especially how She addressed her.

—A visitor from another world, not belonging to this place.

“Where… do I truly come from?”

It had been a long time.

Hundreds of years.

Ever since she had memories, she had been wandering this land alone.

What were parents?

What was family?

Before the Twelve Saints brought the exceptionally talented her back to the Sanctuary, Illusion knew nothing about these things.

She didn’t even have any basic life skills and just became a Saint in a daze.

The Twelve Saints placed high hopes on her, and she lived up to their expectations. Her mysterious and powerful combat abilities and pure heart made her the most Saint-like among the Twelve Saints… besides her unchanging appearance over the centuries.

This continued until she met Shadow on the battlefield of the Witch of Absolute Death.

Her past experiences, even though she was a Saint, made her treat ordinary people no differently from other Saints.

The reason they became good friends had a lot to do with the environment at that time… the battlefield of the Witch of Absolute Death.

Simply put, Shadow, whose name was Lin Qingying back then, thought Illusion was a lost child, so she secretly left her post, intending to take Illusion to find her parents.

And Illusion thought Lin Qingying was taking her to the battlefield of the Witch of Absolute Death, so she just followed Lin Qingying around.

After experiencing a series of events and accidents, Lin Qingying finally realized that the little girl she was with was actually the renowned Fourth Saint.

But by then, she was already on the thief ship, and with the recommendation of the Second Saint, Lin Qingying somehow became a Saint candidate through the back door.

And the rest of the story was as it was now. Lin Qingying of the past had become the current Shadow, while Illusion hadn’t changed at all compared to back then, even her appearance was identical.

…This was definitely abnormal.

Even if their abilities reached “Destruction” level, humans were still humans. Even the powerful Mister Nine eventually died because his lifespan ran out.

And the passage of time would also bring changes to one’s appearance, but for high-level ability users with long lifespans, these changes were relatively slow.

Even Shadow had changed from a young girl in her prime to the current, slightly goofy older sister, while Illusion was still a 1.3-meter tall little girl, her childish appearance making people subconsciously underestimate her.

Illusion never knew where she came from. She didn’t know if the Saint knew, but at least the First Saint, who had met the Saint, only responded with a helpless shake of his head when faced with this question.

And ironically, the first time Illusion heard about her origins, it was from the mouths of humanity’s enemies, the corrupted Gods.

“A visitor from another world,” Illusion looked up at the dazzling starry sky, which she had seen countless times. “From beyond the starry sky? Or… a more distant place?”

Creating “false realities,” this was her innate ability.

This kind of power had never appeared in this world, not even a single record remained, and it didn’t belong to any of the five major ability systems, only barely classifiable under the all-encompassing Superpower system… it did fit the definition of “a visitor from another world.”

Illusion sighed softly.

Finally a clue… she was unwilling to give up…

However, she couldn’t.

Illusion slowly closed her eyes, erasing the thoughts just now, the Witch of Sorrow’s whispers, and all memories related to the Gods, from her mind.

When Illusion opened her eyes again, the confusion was gone.

The continuation of human civilization was the top priority now. As for her own matters, they could wait.

Just then, Illusion also received a message from Noah.

Shocked that the First Saint would choose to leave the white temple at this time, Illusion’s expression turned serious.

It seemed that they were truly running out of time…

Although the Twelve Saints were doing their best to stabilize the Witch of Absolute Death’s condition, they had probably almost reached their limit.

If there wasn’t a breakthrough soon, humanity could only face another War of the Witch of Absolute Death.

And humanity’s current situation was far worse than it was hundreds of years ago.

At least back then, humanity had nearly a thousand years of recuperation and development, with more than twenty “Destruction” level ability users, countless sealed “Ice Coffin Weapons,” and a considerable number of Slumberers.

Even so, they could only barely suppress the Witch of Absolute Death.

And now…

Only a mess remained, yet to be cleaned up.

“However, although the crisis is near, the opportunity to uncover the truth is also close at hand.” Thinking of this, the image of that beautiful, silver-white figure appeared in Illusion’s mind, “Miss Luo Yan, perhaps, only you can find our answers.”

……

“Sands of Time.”

Luo Yan discovered another demonic offering appearing on her.

As the pinnacle of the Prophecy system, the Witch of Sorrow controlled the power to peer into the past, and Her demonic offering was time—the “Sands of Time” was just a manifestation of time.

Just like the “Eyes of Fear and Envy,” although they manifested as eyes, they were actually will.

As for the others, “Never Parting from Dreams” was dreams, “Death” was life, and “Return to the Past” was thoughts.

Each had its own manifestation, but the essence of the Primordial Demons—that is, the Gods—couldn’t be changed.

However, ordinary demonic offerings, after being corrupted, would gradually drive their users mad, because it was a reflection of the Gods’ madness.

But the demonic offerings on Luo Yan didn’t exhibit this.

Compared to being called demonic offerings, these offerings seemed to “grow” from her own body—or rather, transform, and the “Sands of Time” was no exception.

Besides “Death,” which she possessed from the moment of her awakening, the other offerings appeared after she came into contact with the corresponding powers of the Malice of All Worlds.

And the current “Sands of Time”…

Luo Yan had a vague guess.

“Sister… Marytis.”

Luo Yan didn’t know about the encounter between Illusion and Marytis, but she had an intuition that the mysterious nun she met and the “Marytis” in the legends were the same person.

Was it because she had come into contact with the Witch of Sorrow, who corresponded to the “Sands of Time,” that these changes occurred?

Could a Primordial Demon truly corrupt a legendary nun filled with faith into a member of the Church of the End Gods, an organization that committed all kinds of evil?

However, the Marytis Luo Yan saw wasn’t mad or unreasonable like the Devil’s Apostles she had encountered before. She even said that she would always stand by her side…

“What’s wrong, Miss Luo Yan?”

Shadow glanced back at the still-distracted Luo Yan and asked with concern.

“Nothing.”

Luo Yan waved her hand and dispelled the “Sands of Time” that only she could see.

When not used on others, the “Sands of Time” could be hidden. After all, it was just a manifestation of Luo Yan’s own time.

Shadow was now in her true form. Like Illusion, very few people had seen Shadow’s true form, not even the Lequista family, who served the Saint “Shadow” for generations.

Standing next to Luo Yan, Shadow was half a head taller than her, about 1.75 meters, quite tall.

Although slightly shorter than Guinevere and Qin Wen, she still had an enviable figure, and Luo Yan seemed quite petite compared to her.

Coupled with her mature-looking oval face and tear mole, Shadow, when silent, was like a cold and aloof goddess, but the moment she opened her mouth, the image was completely ruined.

“Miss Luo Yan, let me tell you, when the First Saint arrives, it’s best to cover your face.”

Shadow swept her hair back, leaned close to Luo Yan’s ear, and chattered, “You also know what you look like, it’s easy to scare him. Lord Noah has been staying in the white temple for a long time, and some memories might not be completely eradicated.”

“My appearance… The Witch of Absolute Death?” Luo Yan blinked.

Being told this by Shadow, she inexplicably felt like she looked very scary…

Although in a way, it wasn’t wrong.

“Tsk, can we please not use that title? It’s really scary!”

Every time she heard Luo Yan casually use the Gods’ “blasphemous titles,” Shadow’s heart trembled.

As someone who had personally experienced the War of the Witch of Absolute Death and faced the Witch of Absolute Death herself, even though Shadow had completely erased this part of her memory, the terror and fear it left behind couldn’t be removed.

Especially after seeing Luo Yan, she had dreamed several times of Luo Yan inexplicably crying at her, crying and singing, singing and attacking at the same time.

No matter what, it was too scary.

“Ah… if you mind.”

“I mind.”

Shadow immediately nodded. When she should be cowardly, she absolutely wouldn’t be brave.

“…Alright.”

Luo Yan couldn’t understand Shadow’s thoughts, but why did it always feel like the Twelve Saints were even more cowardly than ordinary people…

She had mentioned it several times before in Lannister and Yan City, but she had never seen such a reaction from Shadow.

If Shadow knew Luo Yan’s current thoughts, she would definitely scoff.

Of course, they hadn’t actually seen the Witch of Absolute Death, and they were all concerned about saving face, even if they were scared, they wouldn’t admit it.

Clearly, Shadow had no self-awareness as a human leader, one of the Twelve Saints, completely unconcerned about face or dignity.

However… because of Shadow’s words, Luo Yan also became a little nervous.

Back in Yan City, she had already heard about her appearance from Illusion.

And the name “Luo Yan,” she had also glimpsed some clues from the truth Mister Nine gave her before his death.

To be precise, both Luo Yan’s appearance and name were inherited from two figures who didn’t exist in recorded history…

If Luo Yan hadn’t already established her self-identity before leaving Ghost Town, suddenly learning this truth would probably have plunged her into endless confusion.