Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c86

Witch’s Night: Chapter 86 Recreating the Gods

The fragmented silhouette was a creature completely different from humans, more like some terrifying scientific creation that broke ethical boundaries.

And when Ms. Lana pointed at this creature and said “this is you,” Illusion couldn’t help but touch her back, but there was nothing fluffy there.

It was unlikely that an artificial intelligence from the Old Era would be good at joking. According to Ms. Lana’s data analysis, Illusion was probably related to this creature from another world.

Illusion pondered for a moment and then asked, “So, my ability can suppress Miss Luo Yan’s condition?”

“The unanalyzable ‘illusion’ ability can isolate external influences to a certain extent,”

Ms. Lana said softly. Having become accustomed to her mechanical voice, Illusion inexplicably felt that this intelligent personality was a bit like a gentle older sister.

“Researcher Luo Yan has been contaminated by the ‘Gods.’ The continuous contamination is eroding her current life, this continuation is externally imposed, not self-propagating.”

Seeing that Illusion didn’t seem to understand, Ms. Lana rephrased it,

“The reason Researcher Luo Yan’s demonic power is constantly deteriorating is because of the connection between her and the slumbering ‘Gods.’ If the target ‘Gods’ no longer exist, or if the connection is severed, this deterioration can be slowed down and suppressed.”

Illusion’s brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. She looked at Miss Luo Yan, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, at the spatial debris and the hazy, dreamy mist surrounding her.

“Deterioration from ‘End’…?”

Back in Yan City, Luo Yan’s deteriorating condition was closely related to the “Envy” power.

And according to Luo Yan herself, the Witch of Envy had already completely perished in the Endless Void, so what was currently manifesting was the deterioration of another power, “End”…

Either way, it was equally troublesome.

Illusion’s “illusion” ability could create a space independent from the outside world, called an “illusion domain.”

Within the illusion domain, she could freely switch between reality and illusion, but it could also isolate external influences… this was the first time Illusion had heard of this.

Like a spiritual domain, it seemed to exist on a different plane, but the real world and the spiritual domain would still constantly influence each other.

Changes within Ghost Town would trigger Calamities in the outside world, and the outside world could also mitigate these Calamities by containing Ghost Town’s actions.

“I think,” at this time, Luo Yan slowly opened her eyes, seemingly regaining some strength, her voice weak and soft, “It might be because my life force is about to be exhausted that the ‘Gods’ are backlashing… but my power doesn’t come from the Gods.”

“…I know, just like a God’s Chosen.”

Illusion nodded; she was very clear about this basic knowledge.

“No, it’s different from a God’s Chosen.” Luo Yan raised her hand, and a pale red mist formed in her palm. “Rather than ‘possessing’ it, my power is more like… ‘awakening’.”

During this time, Luo Yan, exploring the Noah Library, which held all the knowledge of the New Era humans, had obtained quite a bit of information about the Primordial Demons.

This wasn’t like the archives in Lannister or Yan City. All knowledge, whether accessible to humans or not, could be found in the Noah Library.

Everything was recorded in the sealed archives, as long as one was willing to search…

After all, Luo Yan could have Ms. Lana search the library.

It was through this information, and the changes in her own body, and some previous brief exchanges with the Gods, that Luo Yan came to this conclusion.

There was a reason why she was constantly called the “Eye of Malice” by the Devil’s Apostles. If the “Gods” were corrupted by “malice” and became mad, then Luo Yan was more like being corrupted by the “Gods.”

The powers possessed by the Gods all lay dormant within her, only awakening when she came into contact with the corresponding power.

The way these awakened powers manifested was through the demonic offerings appearing within Luo Yan.

And these awakened powers became the eyes through which the Gods peered into the world, because it was the contamination from Them.

“Could this be… the Gods’ way of dealing with the Saint back then?”

After hearing Luo Yan’s analysis, Illusion couldn’t help but think of this.

According to the records in the Sanctuary, after Old Noah was completely destroyed, the Saint went to the peak of the Holy Mountain alone.

No one knew what happened there, only that from that day on, the Gods lost all their voices, falling into complete silence.

Even the Church of the End Gods couldn’t hear the Gods’ oracles, not until the appearance of Marytis did they re-establish contact with the Gods.

Of course, the Saint eventually met her end on the peak of the Holy Mountain.

After learning about Luo Yan’s situation, Illusion only felt the urgency of the situation increase.

Although they could temporarily confirm that the Witch of Envy had perished, the Demoness of Terror was currently in a half-awakened state, only suppressed by the “Clumsy Flame” barrier.

The Witch of Sorrow had regained Her voice, and even had a spokesperson in the world, Sister Marytis. It was likely that Her true awakening wasn’t far off.

The Witch of Absolute Death, needless to say, the reason the Twelve Saints were trapped in the Sanctuary was entirely because of Her existence. What was even worse was that the Witch of End, who had always been silent, had actually reappeared in Miss Luo Yan.

Moreover, the Witch of Envy might not have perished…

Illusion took a deep look at Luo Yan. She remembered clearly that Miss Luo Yan could still use the “Envy” power.

It could be said that humanity was now about to face five Witches who might descend upon the world. Even if all the Sovereigns were still slumbering, half of the Primordial Demons were enough to destroy humanity several times over.

“I understand your concerns, Saint Illusion.” Luo Yan said softly, “To be honest, I… can no longer be certain of my own identity.”

“Malice?”

It didn’t seem so. In all the records, Luo Yan deeply understood the terror of “malice,” and at least, she hadn’t reached that level yet.

“A God?”

Even more impossible…

“The Saint’s reincarnation?”

Or… the Saint’s second life?

This speculation arose from the identification system in the Noah Library before, but Luo Yan didn’t think she had this kind of relationship with the Saint.

During her brief conversation with One within the Wall of Resentment in Yan City, Luo Yan learned that her life came from Mister “Zero” and a certain other existence, but that didn’t mean the current Luo Yan was their continuation.

“There will be answers.”

Illusion raised her hand, brushed aside Luo Yan’s stray hair, and carefully tucked it behind her ear,

“The Church of the End Gods seems to have abandoned all their plans and returned to hiding. The mega-cities’ purges haven’t yielded any effective results.

“This means… no one will disturb your journey, Miss Luo Yan.”

“…Alright.”

Luo Yan closed her eyes again, the spreading drowsiness carrying her further and further away, hovering between the present world and somewhere else.

Illusion didn’t dispel her illusion, but sat beside Luo Yan, silently watching her.

For a long time, she didn’t speak.

……

“Damn it, damn it, damn it… how long do we have to hide like this!”

Wen Hua paced back and forth irritably in the basement, surrounded by anxious followers of the Church of the End Gods.

The Church of the End Gods didn’t only have three Bishops as leaders. Actually, the three Bishops were the highest decision-makers, and below them, there were also many management personnel.

However, because the Church of the End Gods was a sect united by faith in the Gods, with the ultimate goal of destroying civilization, it didn’t have a strict hierarchy like the Noah Holy Church. Theoretically, the Bishops and all followers were equal.

But now, Wen Hua was clearly being ostracized. Just like ordinary followers, he knew nothing about the plans currently being carried out by the other two Bishops and most of the core members.

Because during the Noah incident, it could be said that Wen Hua single-handedly made the situation deteriorate to its worst, and although Marytis also contributed to this, most followers only saw it as Wen Hua’s failure.

And Hamid knew very well that Wen Hua’s walnut-sized brain wasn’t very reliable, so he simply sent him to “preserve the Church’s strength”… In reality, it meant having him take the followers and avoid the eyes and ears of human forces.

His previous disobedience had already caused considerable losses, and since his life was saved by Hamid, Wen Hua could only reluctantly carry out Hamid’s decision.

The place where they were now was an underground space developed by the Church of the End Gods hundreds of years ago, after witnessing the Gods’ slumber, determined to wage a long-term struggle against human forces.

The power from the same source as the Gods allowed the followers of the Church of the End Gods to be unafraid of the contamination in the Endless Wasteland, and the underground space was a place that human forces always overlooked.

—With humanity’s current technological level, maintaining surface exploration was already their limit. They didn’t have the resources to explore the underground world.

While Wen Hua was still feeling frustrated and restless from having nothing to do, in another part of the underground space, Hamid stood solemnly before a group of core members, Marytis, dressed in a conservative nun’s habit, sitting behind him.

“…We haven’t received a response from the Gods for a long, long time.” Hamid said in a low voice. “Many fellow travelers have already forgotten that the ‘Gods’ who guide us forward, could once bestow oracles upon every follower.

“Ever since the blasphemous traitor used her filthy will to plunge the Gods into eternal silence, we haven’t been able to hear Their voices, only faint echoes in the endless river of time, or a few murmurs from the slumbering Gods.”

The oracles Marytis could hear could at most be called murmurs. Barely exerting a fraction of their power was their limit, and the descent of avatars only enhanced demonic powers to a certain extent.

Hundreds of years ago, when the Gods hadn’t yet slumbered, an existence like Hamid, capable of summoning the Gods’ avatars, would require at least two Saints to deal with him.

But now, just Shadow’s shadow avatar alone made Hamid look pathetic.

“Since the Gods’ slumber, the Church of the End Gods… has been declining for a thousand years.” Hamid slowly turned around. “Simply because we… no longer have the Gods.”

Their long-term efforts, their attempts to awaken the Gods a second time, had all ended in failure.

The accidental disaster in Yan City, “Ghost Town,” was inexplicably suppressed, the Lannister incident ended in a mess, and the Noah incident was even more of a joke… the Witch of Absolute Death hadn’t been slumbering at all, She simply chose not to respond to the Church of the End Gods.

At this point, the Church of the End Gods had played almost all their cards accumulated since the War of the Witch of Absolute Death, without achieving anything.

If this continued, by the time the Gods awakened again, They would have been completely corrupted by “malice,” becoming a part of it.

At that time, it would be the true moment of despair for this world.

“So…” Hamid took a deep breath. “Now we only have one last resort, a plan left by our predecessors, our fellow travelers in the river of time.

“Countless predecessors used their bodies to complete the most important part of this grand and terrifying plan.”

“What… plan?”

All the core members held their breath. From Hamid’s unusually serious expression, they could tell that this plan would probably… exceed everyone’s comprehension.

Hamid’s gaze slowly swept over everyone, and he said slowly, word by word,

“—Recreating the Gods.”

“Recreating the Gods?”

Hearing Hamid’s words, almost all core members showed surprised expressions, and even Marytis’s face showed a hint of unexpected astonishment.

“We yearn for the Gods’ response, but… we’ve been passively waiting for far too long.”

Hamid’s eyes clouded over slightly, as if every word he uttered was using all his strength,

“The Gods who guide us are gone, and the Church of the End Gods is powerless against all of humanity, even a single Noah can make us look pathetic… How can we, like this, have the power to destroy civilization and save the world?

“Indeed, what we have to admit is… we are incapable of doing it.”

He raised his head, his aged body showing a hint of dejection,

“The Church of the End Gods… should abandon the Gods.”

His words instantly caused an uproar.

“What!”

“Bishop… no, Hamid, do you know what you’re saying?”

“The Gods are in their current state because of their love for the world, and we chose to join the Church to save the world. The Church exists for the Gods, abandoning the Gods is equivalent to abandoning ourselves!”

“Bishop Hamid, I hope what you mean isn’t what we understand.”

Hamid was silent for a moment and then said,

“Just as you understand, I’ve decided to completely give up on awakening the Gods.

“And to replace the Gods… we will gather the power of living beings and recreate the Gods—just like the Errants’ ‘Artificial Witch Project’ back then.”