Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c83

Witch’s Night: Chapter 83 It’s All Fake

Project “Requiem.”

It was initially proposed to awaken the suppressed Witch of Absolute Death, using the Witch of Absolute Death’s own song to awaken her, which sounded highly feasible.

But in practice, it was too difficult… even finding a way to preserve the Witch of Absolute Death’s song, after countless attempts, they failed countless times.

Ordinary recording equipment could only capture maddening static when recording the song, and ability users who could convert memory information into storable forms all died mysteriously after recording the Witch of Absolute Death’s information.

Because of this series of reasons, the project was shelved, until the arrival of Sister Marytis, who restarted it.

Marytis solved the most difficult problem, how to reproduce the Witch of Absolute Death’s song, and the remaining problems could be solved with time.

Even so, it still took hundreds of years for “Requiem” to take its initial form, reaching a barely usable state.

Just as the researchers of “Requiem” were confidently preparing to continue pushing forward with this project, heartbreaking news arrived: Bishop Hamid decided to use “Requiem” in advance.

Thus, this anomaly occurred on the night of Holy Communion, ultimately ending without any major incidents.

—Was that truly the case?

“It’s just because you didn’t ask.” Facing Hamid’s questioning, Marytis replied calmly, “And I’ve already explained beforehand that even if ‘Requiem’ ultimately succeeded, it wouldn’t achieve the results you expected.”

“…But you didn’t tell us directly,” Hamid stared at Marytis, his gaze sharp, “‘The God of Life’… isn’t actually suppressed, She isn’t slumbering, but has always been awake!”

Indeed, Hamid still obtained the information he wanted, although this information seemed… even more despairing.

“Requiem” used Artificial God’s Chosen as spiritual energy nodes, forming a network with the altar that emitted the Witch of Absolute Death’s song, and amplified it throughout Noah.

It was precisely because of this that the slumbering Demoness of Terror, through the “Eye of Malice,” heard the song of Absolute Death, and resonated with Cecilia, who possessed the power of “Terror.” The “Demoness of Terror” was about to become the second Primordial Demon to appear in the present world.

Unless, before the Demoness of Terror fully descended, the power within Cecilia was suppressed.

The only thing that could achieve this was the Sanctuary.

Luo Yan could only take Cecilia to the Sanctuary.

What was in the Sanctuary?

The Witch of Absolute Death.

And… what was Cecilia’s identity?

—A God’s Chosen.

…A God’s Chosen could resonate with the song of Absolute Death.

Besides possibly becoming a vessel for the Demoness of Terror, Cecilia was also used as a spiritual energy node to amplify the song.

In this aspect, she was no different from those Artificial God’s Chosen who turned into pus and blood.

Sending Cecilia into the Sanctuary was equivalent to connecting the spiritual energy network to the Sanctuary. This was the very problem that the researchers of “Requiem” had been struggling with.

This seemed like a dead end.

Either let the Demoness of Terror descend upon the world, or send the song of Absolute Death into the Sanctuary and awaken the Witch of Absolute Death.

The former was what the Church of the End Gods hoped for, because once the Demoness of Terror descended, the Witch of Absolute Death breaking through the seal of suppression would only be a matter of time.

If the former couldn’t be achieved, the latter wasn’t bad either, at least the Witch of Absolute Death could recreate the terrifying disaster from hundreds of years ago.

But in the end…

Nothing happened.

Not even a slight stir.

Hamid thought for a long time, completely puzzled, and finally, an almost impossible possibility came to his mind.

—The “God of Life” had actually already awakened, she just didn’t want to break through the seal.

Hamid knew the Twelve Saints’ strength very well; it was impossible for them to restrict the Witch of Absolute Death at her full power.

Once She broke through the seal, the arrival of another Calamity Tide would only be a matter of time.

With this terrifying possibility in mind, Hamid asked Marytis, the only one who had entered the Sanctuary and even seen the Saint’s remains, and finally received confirmation.

Marytis confirmed the news: The Witch of Absolute Death wasn’t in a near-eternal slumber like the other Gods.

She was just confining herself, unwilling to leave the white temple.

This meant that the Church of the End Gods’ efforts over the past hundreds of years had been mostly in vain, and all the plans targeting the Witch of Absolute Death were useless and laughable.

So, Hamid’s rare outburst of anger was understandable.

Looking at Hamid’s unconcealable rage, Marytis was silent for a moment and then said,

“There’s one more thing I can tell you.”

“What is it?”

Hamid forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

“The Witch of Absolute Death… hates the Saint with a passion,” Marytis whispered, “Perhaps you can use this.”

“…Why?”

Hamid was stunned. He had been wondering if the Witch of Absolute Death had completely sided with humanity, which was why She chose to seal Herself.

But unexpectedly, Marytis told him the complete opposite. Not only were they not on the same side, but she even used the strong phrase “hates with a passion.”

“…”

Marytis didn’t continue. She couldn’t reveal too much information; this was already her limit.

Sometimes, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell everything, but that understanding and words were mutually reinforcing.

Forcibly instilling understanding, or speaking too much when understanding was insufficient, was harmful to both her and the listener.

As a Bishop of the Church of the End Gods, Hamid naturally knew this very well, and after calming down, he understood.

Knowledge about the Gods was dangerous; even a slight transgression could lead to terrible consequences.

Perhaps the reason Marytis didn’t directly mention the Witch of Absolute Death before was also because of this.

Only after Hamid asked with doubt could Marytis answer.

“What about you, Marytis?” Hamid looked at this legendary nun from hundreds of years ago again. “Where do you stand?”

Hamid used to think that he and Marytis only had some minor disagreements on their path, and their goals should be the same.

But now it seemed that it wasn’t just a disagreement. Marytis was shrouded in a mysterious mist, and no one knew where this nun, who could hear the oracle, truly stood.

With humanity?

With the Gods?

Or… with the disaster that even the Gods feared?

“I… stand in this world,” Marytis turned around, her back to Hamid, “doing everything in my power to save the world, no matter the cost… I’m willing to pay it.”

Hamid didn’t ask any further questions. He was silent for a moment and then said,

“The Church of the End Gods will be in a very difficult situation from now on, especially after the Ten Cities Council, there probably won’t be any mega-city that can tolerate us… we have to do something, Marytis.”

After unified military control began, all mega-cities would enter a state of high alert, and all suspicious individuals would be monitored. The situation would be far worse than now.

At that time, the followers of the Church of the End Gods would have nowhere to hide.

“…I think I’ve already said enough.” Marytis said, turning her head slightly, then put on her nun’s veil again and walked towards the door, her voice seemingly suppressing something, “How you choose, is your business.”

As her voice fell, the nun’s figure also vanished without a trace.

After leaving Hamid’s room, Marytis walked quickly down the corridor, her steps hurried.

Suddenly, she stopped and began coughing violently, blood and pus spewing out, corroding shockingly large holes in the floor.

“As expected… did I say too much…”

A bitter smile flickered across Marytis’s lips. She gently pressed her hand against her chest, clearly sensing the incomplete black Higanbana flower faintly burning.

The demonic power of the Witch of Absolute Death was eroding her life. If it weren’t for the Witch of Sorrow secretly mitigating its power, Marytis would probably have died on the spot in front of Hamid.

Information containing the will of the Gods, even indirectly conveying it to another person carried the risk of backlash, let alone directly speaking it like Marytis did.

Unless she could reach the Saint’s level, writing down this information and solidifying it, which could greatly reduce the impact of the information.

Of course, even so, obtaining this information still required many preconditions; one had to be an existence similar to the Twelve Saints or Luo Yan.

Marytis, relying on the Witch of Sorrow’s protection, could barely be counted among them, but still not quite.

“I can’t understand what you’re doing anymore, Marytis,” the Witch of Sorrow’s whisper sounded in Marytis’s ear, “You know very well how much the current Witch of Absolute Death hates the Saint, and the reason for this hatred… you know even better.”

“Yes.” Marytis replied silently in her heart.

“But you used my power to deceive the Witch of Absolute Death, even risking the safety of all humanity, just to let ‘her’ go to the peak of the Holy Mountain and face the truth… Do you really think ‘she’ can do all this?”

Marytis didn’t speak, her expressionless face seemingly pondering the answer.

But in the end, she said,

“…I don’t know.”

The journey to the peak of the Holy Mountain back then showed her the truth, thus strengthening her resolve to save the world.

Because of the Witch of Sorrow, Marytis no longer appeared in the human world, but she had always been working hard in her own way.

She traveled to the depths of the Endless Wasteland, trying to retrace the Saint’s path, but found nothing.

She had fought against the Church of the End Gods and fought alongside humanity in the War of the Witch of Absolute Death.

Finally, she stood before the Witch of Absolute Death, fearing the Gods’ power while deeply feeling Her sorrow and helplessness.

It wasn’t until this moment that Marytis finally let go of everything and truly understood herself.

She was a mortal.

A mere mortal, wanting to save the entire world?

In countless years, countless civilizations had tried to save themselves and this world.

But who had succeeded?

…The answer was no one.

The Gods loved living beings, loved this world.

When even They helplessly chose this cycle of despair, countless destructions and rebirths, what could a mortal do?

“Therefore, she is the only hope.” Marytis whispered. When she saw that sliver of silver-white in the endless cycle of “Sorrow,” she had already become certain of this. “Witch of Sorrow, I want to know, how much more power does she need?”

“…I can’t answer you.” The Witch of Sorrow’s melodious voice was laced with sadness. “I only hope that your decision won’t bring about the most terrifying consequences.”

Within the bustling river of time, it wasn’t just the Twelve Saints who were swimming against the current.

Marytis, seemingly complying with the Gods’ wishes, was also trying to save the world in her own way… regardless of success or failure.

……

Hamid still sat there for a long time.

It wasn’t until the sun outside the window gradually set, and the night sky once again enveloped the world, that he sighed heavily,

“It’s time to act.”

If he didn’t act now, he wouldn’t even have the chance to.

He stood up and turned to walk towards the bookshelf against the wall.

Hamid skillfully pulled out three books from the shelf, and at the same time, a barrier rune formed in his hand.

The simple, scattered barrier runes filled the empty spaces within the three books, a complete barrier was constructed, silently opening a spatial gate, and a winding staircase leading downwards could be seen inside.

Hamid stepped into the spatial gate.

Downwards.

The spatial gate closed, and he was separated from reality.

Downwards.

Silent, dark, an endless journey, only the steady sound of footsteps continued.

Downwards.

He reached the bottom.

A faint blue flame burned in Hamid’s hand, slightly illuminating the surrounding darkness, revealing a rune that had been sealed for an unknown number of years.

Hamid raised his hand and infused the rune with spiritual energy.

In an instant, the entire dark space was filled with light, and only then could everything within be seen clearly.

—Coffins.

Countless coffins, lying quietly in this dark, sunless space, waiting for the arrival of someone to open them.

Hamid continued walking, moving through the gaps between the coffins.

The contents of these sealed coffins couldn’t be seen, but Hamid knew what was inside.

All retrievable core members of the Church of the End Gods since its founding.

Their remains after death were all stored in this dark space, their corrupted bodies constantly breeding monsters.

Before these coffins were opened, no one knew what state the monsters inside had reached.

It could be said that these were all the chips accumulated by the Church of the End Gods over the past thousand years, the final trump card for a desperate gamble when the Church completely failed and was about to be destroyed.

And now, Hamid had decided to push all these chips onto this irreversible gamble.

He quietly looked at these coffins, then slowly lay down among them, gazing at the ceiling of the dark space, which was like a dazzling starry sky.

“So beautiful…”

He closed his eyes.

“It’s all fake.”