Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c94

Witch’s Night: Chapter 94 The Last Glance

“They’ve been brewing this for so long… they’ve finally started.”

Aslanmode VII, His Holiness the Pope of the Noah Church, stared intently at the display screen before him. It showed the currently known territories of humanity.

Almost all mega-cities were marked on it, and moving red dots symbolized the detected tides of Calamity monsters.

The number of red dots was increasing at an alarming rate, and their coverage was expanding rapidly, aggressively encroaching upon every piece of land they touched.

And every grayed-out mega-city on the map signified the destruction of another human home.

Fortunately, within the human united defense line established during the Ten Cities Council, the risks to these mega-cities were foreseeable, so evacuation preparations had been made in advance.

But even so, casualties were unavoidable.

The cold, flickering dots on the screen represented the loss of countless lives.

“Perhaps we should be grateful that they chose this moment to attack.”

Vichy said softly. She was the head of the Lequista family, one of Noah’s three great families, and also Chris’s aunt and Tina’s older sister.

Although her hidden identity was the “Shadow Guard” family under Saint “Shadow,” her influence within the Noah Church was still not to be underestimated.

Combined with the other two families, their influence wasn’t much less than His Holiness the Pope’s, so their presence at such an important meeting wasn’t surprising.

Moreover, several leaders from other mega-cities were also present.

—Including Wen Su, the City Lord of Dragon City, and Norian, the Chief Magistrate of the Lannister Council of Elders.

They all gathered together via projection, jointly facing the second crisis of extinction in human civilization’s history.

“I’m actually quite relieved that the Church of the End Gods has finally made a move.” Wen Su said softly, “Unresolved matters are the most unsettling.”

“Moreover, the initial stage of building the defense line was the most dangerous moment. If they had chosen to attack then, we might have been caught off guard.” Norian said in a deep voice, “However, these things… the cultists shouldn’t be unaware of them.”

“Unless they were also preparing.” Another voice followed, “But if they prepared for so long, yet could only achieve this scale… to what extent has the strength of the Church of the End Gods declined?”

The voice came from Wu Jianming, the second Cadre of the “Dawn” organization, one of the only two “Destruction” level ability users.

As the organization left behind by the nine Misters, the Free Federation had always maintained a subtle attitude towards “Dawn.”

Hostile, but not completely hostile.

After all, although Dawn only had the population of a single mega-city, the proportion of ability users exceeded ninety percent, possessing hundreds of thousands of ability users.

Although most were “Difficulty” and “Calamity” level, or ordinary ability users who barely broke through to “Ruin” level, they still couldn’t be underestimated.

After all, even the most ordinary “Difficulty” level ability user was equivalent to a martial artist who had practiced for decades—the reason they weren’t compared to soldiers was because the nature of the military and individual ability users was very different, making comparison difficult.

Of course, at this time, some internal human conflicts had to be put aside.

Dawn upheld the Misters’ legacy, and it was impossible for them to side with the Church of the End Gods.

“The situation in the Sanctuary… how is it?”

Nohr of the Siris family, with narrowed eyes, spoke up. He was the only young face among this group, but possessed the most ancient memories.

The memories passed down through generations of the Siris family, each generation’s inheritor becoming the current family head.

“Judging from the history of wars against the Primordial Demons and the Church of the End Gods, all we can do is buy time.”

Nohr placed his crossed hands on the table, rested his chin on them, and slightly opened his golden eyes,

“Even the most powerful ‘Destruction’ level ability users cannot truly contend with the Primordial Demons. Only the Saint and the Twelve Saints have done so—our true crisis has yet to arrive.”

Don’t be fooled by the fact that everything seemed to be proceeding according to the plan set during the Ten Cities Council, and that after a period of persistence, the Church of the End Gods’ offensive would naturally be eliminated.

But don’t forget, the Church of the End Gods were followers of the Primordial Demons.

All their attacks always had only one purpose.

—To summon the Gods.

This time, which God would respond to them?

No matter how good the situation outside was, if there was no response from the Sanctuary, when the Church of the End Gods’ true contingency arrived, no matter how perfect the situation, it would be completely destroyed.

The power of the Primordial Demons was unreasonable; the War of the Witch of Absolute Death hundreds of years ago had already proven this point.

In the face of overwhelming power, the human united defense line was a joke.

“…The First Saint appeared in Noah City, within the parish under our family’s jurisdiction.”

Helm, the head of the Helmholtz family, the last of Noah’s three great families, spoke in a muffled voice,

“But Lord Noah didn’t stay long and quickly returned to the Sanctuary.”

Hearing this, everyone fell silent. They all knew the significance of this event.

The Saints, who hadn’t left the Sanctuary for hundreds of years, had appeared in the outside world one after another.

“An unprecedented emergency…”

Aslanmode VII sighed.

Don’t say things like the First Saint’s appearance would bring peace. In history… every appearance of this Lord signified a monstrous crisis.

Aslanmode VII didn’t have the heart to say that Lord Noah could actually be considered a harbinger of disaster; his appearance always meant great catastrophe.

However, conversely, only during great catastrophes would this Lord appear.

“What, why are you all sighing?”

Just then, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the ground, walked familiarly to Aslanmode VII’s side, picked up his exquisite red tea, and drank it all in one gulp, even smacking her lips with satisfaction,

“Tsk… passable.”

Clearly, this was Shadow.

Aslanmode VII looked at the half-empty cup of red tea he was still sipping, then at the empty teapot, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Saint Shadow, you can’t ambush me like this! If it’s just passable, then don’t drink it!

This was the finest tea treasured by the Church for hundreds of years, only brought out today to impress the human leaders gathered for the meeting.

At this moment, all the projections trembled, but quickly regained their composure.

…Don’t panic, only projections are present.

Clearly, Saint Shadow had left a deep impression on these leaders during the Ten Cities Council, just perhaps not a very friendly one.

“Don’t worry about the matters in the Sanctuary, just do your jobs.” Shadow crossed her arms and looked around. “Lord Noah has already gone to the Holy Mountain and will bring back news soon.”

“The Holy Mountain…”

Others might not know, but as the Pope, Aslanmode VII knew very well what the Holy Mountain meant.

He took a deep breath, then sighed again,

“Lord Noah… actually has such resolve.”

Shadow fell silent and whispered,

“…He has resolved to die.”

Those present were all human leaders; revealing something that would eventually become public wasn’t a problem.

Moreover, these human leaders weren’t fools. Seeing Aslanmode VII’s expression, coupled with Mister Nine’s recent death, they could vaguely guess the outcome of this matter.

“What about the other Saints?”

Aslanmode VII asked seriously.

Shadow appearing here definitely wasn’t just to randomly come and freeload tea… well, other Saints probably wouldn’t, but Saint Shadow really could.

However, from Saint Shadow’s unusually serious tone now, it could be heard that she was here on official business today.

And to freeload tea.

“Basically still suppressing the Witch of Absolute Death.” Shadow answered directly. “The Witch of Absolute Death’s situation also cannot be ignored, we can’t let the tragedy from hundreds of years ago happen again.”

The reason she came specifically was not to be a riddle-teller, but to inform the current human higher-ups about the situation in the Sanctuary, lest they worry and speculate unnecessarily.

Of course, some things that shouldn’t be said, still wouldn’t be said.

“Besides Lord Noah, the other arrangements for the Twelve Saints remain unchanged.”

Shadow said, reaching out to pick up Aslanmode VII’s red tea canister, adding some tea leaves into the teapot as if they were free, and then skillfully started brewing tea.

Making herself completely at home.

Even though this was His Holiness the Pope’s private residence.

Aslanmode VII’s face turned ashen.

Red tea, my red tea…

“Oh right, Illusion’s situation might be somewhat different, she probably won’t appear again in the future.”

Shadow casually dropped this shocking news in a flat tone.

Hearing this, Aslanmode VII immediately jolted, forgetting even to mourn his ruined red tea, and quickly asked,

“What happened to Saint Illusion? Is there a problem?”

At this juncture, the disappearance of a Saint was no small matter, especially such a powerful veteran Saint.

The Fourth Saint, Illusion, one of humanity’s ceiling-level combatants, only the Saints ranked above her could compare, but even they couldn’t guarantee victory against her.

The other human leaders also looked nervously at Shadow, who was leisurely brewing tea, afraid that she would announce some bad news next.

“Well… it’s probably not a problem, just a small matter.” Shadow took a chair and sat down, crossing her legs, her long legs swaying. “She just turned into a fox spirit, then became withdrawn and refused to come out.”

“……?”

For a moment, question marks floated above the venue.

This sentence, whether taken literally or metaphorically, was difficult to understand…

What did “turned into a fox spirit” mean?

Why did she become withdrawn after turning into a fox spirit?

“Oh well, it’s just a fox spirit, with big, snow-white tails growing out the back, and fluffy ears on top.” Shadow described, racking her brain, after all, she hadn’t seen the atavistic Illusion. “If it’s Illusion, she should still have a shy expression, mm, something like that.”

“…”

Even harder to understand.

Even Luo Yan, who had seen Illusion in person, almost suspected she was dreaming. How could these human leaders, who could only listen to the description imagined by someone who hadn’t even seen it, possibly understand this situation?

“Anyway, she won’t be able to get over this hurdle for a while, but it probably won’t affect much.” Shadow waved her hand and said dismissively.

Since Saint Shadow had said it so casually, and judging from her expression, the problem didn’t seem serious.

So even though everyone couldn’t understand what “turned into a fox spirit” meant, they could relax a little.

“In other words, the situation in the Sanctuary… is better than we imagined?”

Norian asked tentatively. He thought of that mysterious Miss Luo Yan, whom Saint Illusion had personally brought from Lannister.

He wondered if Miss Luo Yan was still in Noah.

But since Saint Shadow didn’t mention it, Norian tacitly didn’t ask.

“You could say that.”

Shadow replied casually, then took another large gulp, this act of wasting good tea making even Wen Su, the City Lord of Dragon City where tea culture flourished, unable to watch.

However, the purpose of Shadow’s visit had been achieved.

Because the Sanctuary was absolutely closed off to the outside world, it was almost impossible for outsiders to know the situation inside.

A Saint personally coming out to reassure everyone, even if the Saint was unreliable… it still had some effect.

However…

Thinking that the Calamity Tide, which could even extinguish the Old Era, might very well occur a second time, all the human leaders present still felt a heavy pressure.

Ordinary people might not know the difference between the Old Era and the New Era, but they knew very well that this gap might take the New Era thousands of years of development to barely catch up.

Even the word “chasm” seemed pale to describe this difference.

After this small interlude, the human leaders continued their previous meeting, adjusting the defense lines to resist the sudden tide of Calamity monsters.

Shadow, beside them, didn’t interrupt. Saints weren’t omnipotent, and in this aspect, she was inferior to these human leaders.

She just quietly watched the light screen floating in mid-air, watching the constantly flowing dots of light on it.

In the War of the Witch of Absolute Death hundreds of years ago, she was one of these dots of light.

Hundreds of years had passed, and everything seemed unchanged.

Shadow put down the teapot, and the black shadow gradually faded.

…….

The woman with long black hair slowly opened her eyes, her sharp phoenix eyes emitting a piercing cold light. A tear mole added a touch of charm to her cold beauty, but couldn’t hide the murderous intent in her expression.

“Finally found you, Hamid.”

The hatred from hundreds of years ago, countless classmates who spent their days and nights together, all died at the hands of this Saint candidate who converted to the Gods.

She didn’t say it, but it didn’t mean she didn’t hate.

Deep-seated hatred was always expressed through actions.

This was the second Saint to personally leave the Sanctuary in hundreds of years, since the end of the War of the Witch of Absolute Death.

But unlike Noah, Shadow wasn’t here to take a last look at this world.

She was here to let Hamid take his last look at this world.