Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c85

Witch’s Night: Chapter 85 Visitor From Another World?

The “Clumsy Flame” barrier left by the Saint could effectively suppress the activity of demonic power, similar to an “Ice Coffin,” but it required a specific environment to maintain.

However, correspondingly, the difficulty and time required to create it were far less than that of an “Ice Coffin.”

The only difficulty lay in the “divine script” within it, which was difficult for ordinary living beings to master.

Even the followers of the Church of the End Gods, who had studied it for many years, could only clumsily imitate it.

Therefore, the “Clumsy Flame” barrier wasn’t something living beings could construct. Even a genius like Shadow could only meticulously copy the divine script character by character. Constructing a complete “Clumsy Flame” barrier would probably take several months.

However, this sole difficulty wasn’t a problem for Luo Yan. Just uttering a single divine word could achieve what Shadow painstakingly worked on for several days.

But now… the user of the “Clumsy Flame” barrier would be Luo Yan.

In other words, this was equivalent to having Luo Yan build a coffin and seal herself inside.

Of course, it sounded quite strange, but the actual situation wasn’t like that.

Luo Yan didn’t mind this. During the Yan City war, she had considered using an “Ice Coffin” to seal her body, which was on the verge of collapse, and the current situation was just a repeat of that.

And the other problem, which was Shadow’s current concern, was whether Luo Yan’s body could withstand constructing the divine script, or whether constructing it would worsen her condition.

At least, these were questions Luo Yan needed to consider.

Shadow and Illusion didn’t say it, but Luo Yan vaguely sensed another fact: If her condition couldn’t be effectively controlled, and if her life couldn’t be maintained by constructing another “Clumsy Flame” barrier, there would be only one option left.

Take Cecilia’s “Clumsy Flame” barrier to sustain Luo Yan’s body, and then kill Cecilia, thus eliminating the possibility of the Demoness of Terror reappearing in the world.

Although Shadow usually seemed cheerful, when it came to matters concerning the safety of the world and civilization, she was also ruthless and wouldn’t hesitate to act.

As for the tears she would shed afterwards, that was something to consider after the dust settled.

Luo Yan didn’t want to see this happen, and neither did Illusion and Shadow.

“But now… has your condition stabilized?”

Illusion asked. She could sense Luo Yan’s life force, but couldn’t clearly perceive anything more specific.

Luo Yan, whether it was her physical body or her soul and consciousness, was different from ordinary living beings, and even God’s Chosen. She was somewhere between the Gods and mortals, with some unknown characteristics—such as being able to traverse the Void without harm.

“I’m not sure,” Luo Yan whispered. She felt drowsy, her drooping eyelids constantly bumping against each other, “This time it’s… different from last time, I’m just sleepy, very sleepy…”

Another dreamless sleep was about to arrive, and Illusion immediately waved her hands, enveloping the surroundings in a bizarre illusion, isolating the spreading drowsiness.

At this time, Illusion finally understood why Shadow said she was sleepy.

The drowsiness emanating from Luo Yan when she fell asleep would gradually spread.

Anyone who came into contact with it would fall asleep.

Because Shadow’s power was strong, even a “Destruction” level ability user couldn’t completely resist this drowsiness. There was also another possibility, that she didn’t want to resist, which was why she couldn’t help but climb into Illusion’s bed to sleep.

…This explanation made sense.

But Shadow’s “That’s exactly what happened” expression made Illusion doubt whether the drowsiness emanating from Luo Yan was truly so effective against “Destruction” level ability users.

“Anyway, since Ms. Lana said so, Miss Luo Yan, just stay by your side for now.” Shadow rubbed her hair, trying to make it less messy. “I still have things to do… I’ll see if there’s any other way besides the ‘Clumsy Flame’ barrier.”

What was currently endangering Luo Yan was the corrupted demonic power of the Gods, but constructing the “Clumsy Flame” barrier required Luo Yan to utter the divine script.

Although theoretically, divine script was just a more efficient way of communication, each word equivalent to a storage device, having nothing to do with the Gods or corruption, the problem was that neither Illusion nor Shadow could decipher these storage devices; they didn’t know what information was contained within.

If the divine script used to construct the “Clumsy Flame” barrier contained some terrifying information, would something happen to Luo Yan?

Her previous situation had been fine, but there was no guarantee now…

The Twelve Saints absolutely couldn’t let Luo Yan take this risk, especially at such a crucial and dangerous moment.

Illusion nodded and let Shadow leave the room.

However, when Illusion got out of bed and stood in front of the only full-length mirror in the room, she froze.

The clothes she was currently wearing… weren’t the ones she wore to bed last night.

Although Illusion occasionally slept, her sleep usually didn’t last long, two or three hours were enough.

Therefore, she rarely changed into pajamas and just went to sleep directly.

But now… Illusion saw her long-lost pink bunny pajamas, with two rabbit ears on the hood.

This went back hundreds of years, a six hundredth birthday gift from Shadow.

—Although she had only worn it once.

“Shadow—!!!”

Illusion gritted her teeth. There was no need to ask, Shadow must have secretly changed her clothes.

As for why Illusion hadn’t woken up at that time, they would have to ask Miss Luo Yan.

Her out-of-control dream offering, the drowsiness it emanated, deepened Illusion’s sleep, which was why this happened.

However…

Illusion turned to look at Luo Yan, who was drowsy again, and saw that she hadn’t been changed into pajamas by Shadow, still wearing a simple, plain white dress.

Why was this?

Illusion’s confusion didn’t last long; she saw Shadow’s sleeping spot from before.

“It seems… that while trying to change Miss Luo Yan’s clothes, she was affected by the drowsiness and fell asleep directly…”

Otherwise, why would a 1.7-meter tall person be curled up at the foot of the bed?

Given Shadow’s personality, she would definitely be hugging both Luo Yan and Illusion.

“However, Miss Luo Yan’s condition is truly quite bad. I’ve seen several dying God’s Chosen before, and they were very similar to the current Miss Luo Yan.”

A serious expression appeared on Illusion’s face, and she walked towards Luo Yan, gently touching the spatial debris swirling around her.

These spatial debris, enveloped by the large-scale barrier domain, seemed incredibly weak, and they instantly dissipated with a touch from Illusion’s fingers.

“Saint Illusion…”

At the same time, although Luo Yan tried her best to talk to Illusion, she was still constantly dozing off, leaning against the headboard and almost falling asleep again.

A dream was about to carry her away, to an unknown destination.

And what remained in the real world might be a disaster that even the Sanctuary couldn’t contain.

“I can try,” Luo Yan whispered, “These divine characters are only for suppressing demonic power, they don’t involve the Gods…”

“Can you be certain?”

Illusion interrupted her, her clear eyes looking at Luo Yan,

“I have to ensure there are no mistakes. Your physical condition is deteriorating so rapidly now, besides Cecilia, carving the divine script might also be the culprit.”

“…I understand.”

Luo Yan didn’t argue any further and slowly closed her eyes.

A hazy, intangible, dreamy mist enveloped her again, and she gradually sank into a dreamless sleep.

A wave of drowsiness washed over Illusion, but it silently dissipated upon contact with the illusionary domain she had created.

“Illusion abilities seem… to be able to effectively suppress the spread of dreams?”

Illusion’s eyes narrowed. It would be great if she could ask Ms. Lana, this artificial intelligence preserved from the Old Era seemed to have smuggled quite a bit of Old Era knowledge.

“Ms. … Lana?”

Illusion tried calling out, but she didn’t hold much hope.

She had been watching from outside the door during Noah’s awkward moment earlier, so she naturally knew what had happened.

If Shadow were here at this time, or if Luo Yan were awake, Illusion wouldn’t even try.

“I am here.”

Ms. Lana instantly appeared beside Illusion, the elegant, light blue female figure slightly bowing to her.

To Illusion’s surprise, Ms. Lana actually responded to her call.

“Uh… didn’t you say that only Miss Luo Yan has authorization?”

Illusion was puzzled, but hearing this, Ms. Lana immediately answered,

“Researcher Luo Yan possesses the highest authorization, which can’t be granted to others, but the artificial intelligence allows personnel closely related to Researcher Luo Yan a certain level of access.”

Ms. Lana’s gentle tone contrasted with her cold, mechanical voice. This way of speaking was rare, and Illusion found it a bit novel.

“Moreover… within some fragmented information from the damaged database, there are records of your existence, ‘Illusion’.”

“…Me? In the Old Era’s database?”

Illusion could no longer maintain her indifferent expression, her mouth slightly open, her delicate face full of shock.

“Are you sure there’s no mistake? Ms. Lana.”

Illusion calmed down. She had always had doubts about her own existence.

Now, hearing information about her from a source other than the Gods, Illusion couldn’t help but feel her breath quicken, a nervousness welling up in her heart.

“There’s no mistake, but ‘Illusion’ does exist in the records.”

Ms. Lana raised her hand, and a light blue screen instantly appeared before Illusion.

Countless streams of light flashed across the screen as the database performed a rapid search, and soon, the final result was displayed.

Just as Ms. Lana said, the retrieved information was quite fragmented.

Some dates from the Old Era, some terms related to the starry sky beyond, these fragmented pieces of information seemed to form an ancient record.

At a certain point in the Old Era, humans observed a visitor from beyond the stars. After a series of unknown events, the visitor from beyond the stars integrated into humanity, bringing them courage and confidence to explore the starry sky.

At that time, the Old Era was still in its prime, a great era when humans ambitiously explored the stars.

The visitor from beyond the stars didn’t cause fear or surprise among humans, it wasn’t even considered a major event, because it only brought excitement.

All their efforts hadn’t been in vain, there truly was an endless expanse beyond the starry sky, where humanity, which had already reached its limits on this planet, could expand and explore.

…However, what happened later was well-known.

“How can you be certain… that I am the visitor from beyond the stars in these records?”

Illusion frowned slightly and looked up at Ms. Lana. “Just this… isn’t enough, right?”

“An unchanging body, abnormal energy data, a completely different physiological structure,”

Ms. Lana listed the fragmented information points and Illusion’s model on the screen, then highlighted their commonalities,

“Except for some characteristics similar to… mythical creatures, it’s almost a perfect match.”

“What… kind of mythical creature?”

Illusion asked in a deep voice, her eyes fixed on the screen.

Record after record told her that she was almost identical to the visitor from beyond the stars encountered by the Old Era.

But… in Illusion’s earliest memories, the Old Era was already history, hundreds of years in the past.

How could this be?

“An unknown mythical creature.”

Ms. Lana continued searching the fragmented database. The damage back then was quite thorough, and it was almost impossible to piece together a complete picture of the visitor from beyond the stars.

She could only use her computing power to gradually construct a vague image from these fragmented pieces of information.

Gradually, a small figure appeared before Illusion, without a clear face, just a blurry silhouette.

But the silhouette was… quite outrageous.

Illusion stared at the silhouette, her expression gradually turning strange.

She looked at it again, turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror, and then back at the silhouette.

“…Ms. Lana, are you sure you didn’t include any erroneous information in your calculations?”

“I am the final custodian of the World Federation civilization of the Old Era, the pinnacle of human technology. The probability of making such a low-level mistake is zero.”

Ms. Lana seemed to have learned some New Era vocabulary, also calling the era that created her the Old Era.

“But I… don’t have these ears,” Illusion raised her hands and touched both sides of her head, then twisted her body to look behind her, “And I don’t have… a tail? Not even one.”

Indeed, what appeared in the silhouette was a small figure with animal ears and nine fluffy tails.

This wasn’t a creature that existed in this world; it was more like a hybrid of beast and human… or a crossbreed.

But… the problem was that even during the most open-minded era of scientific research, no one dared to conduct such experiments.

Because it involved ethical issues, and they would be arrested by the World Federation’s Truth Tribunal.

“Ninety percent of the records match,” Ms. Lana added, “However, you might not be the visitor from beyond the stars from back then. Perhaps you are her descendant.”