Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c95

Witch’s Night: Chapter 95 The Final Journey

That blood-soaked night hundreds of years ago was a memory Shadow could never forget.

Hamid’s strength wasn’t enough to defeat all the Saint candidates, so he used an unexpected conspiracy to ambush everyone.

At the graduation party for the Saint candidates, almost all of them gathered together, and Shadow—Lin Qingying—at that time was no exception.

But no one expected that Hamid, who was in charge of setting up the venue, would set up a spatial trap inside.

Besides Lin Qingying, Hamid was arguably the most promising Saint candidate to inherit the next Saint position, and he was usually gentle, humble, and friendly.

But everything changed after he came into contact with the Gods.

Except for a few Saint candidates who couldn’t attend the banquet for special reasons, almost all classmates died in the spatial collapse.

Blood and flesh were squeezed within countless spatial fragments, and the entire venue was instantly filled with a nauseating, bloody stench.

If Lin Qingying hadn’t detected it in time and escaped into the shadows, she probably wouldn’t have survived either.

And when Lin Qingying returned to the real world, all she saw was a floor covered in flesh and blood, and Hamid standing in the middle of this hellish scene.

Hamid turned to look at her, a hint of surprise appearing on his handsome face, seemingly unable to believe that Lin Qingying had escaped.

Lin Qingying’s pursuit lasted for three days and four nights, finally ending with Hamid being taken away by the Church of the End Gods.

This hatred was thus buried deep within Lin Qingying—Shadow’s—heart.

She wanted revenge, desperately.

But as a Saint, she had to consider all of humanity and couldn’t travel freely.

Her every move affected the fate of all humanity.

Even when facing Hamid with her shadow avatar in Lannister, Shadow didn’t lose her reason, but prioritized achieving her goal.

Because she was no longer Lin Qingying; she was Shadow, one of the Twelve Saints.

Lin Qingying could be impulsive, but Shadow couldn’t.

And now…

The Twelve Saints needed to completely defeat the Church of the End Gods, and humanity needed to kill Hamid.

The revenge, delayed for hundreds of years, could finally begin.

“To actually find this place… It seems the Twelve Saints are not entirely ignorant of the Church of the End Gods.”

Hamid opened his eyes, saw the corpses scattered around, and the familiar tall, graceful figure.

After several hundred years, she seemed unchanged.

“Long time no see, Lin Qingying.”

“Cut the crap, say that when you dare to face me.” Shadow sneered, casually planting her weapon, the Shadow Spear, into the ground. “It was my fault for not greeting you properly last time in Lannister. Now I’m here to correct that mistake.”

“…You should know, the plan hundreds of years ago was perfect. You couldn’t have stopped me no matter what.” Hamid whispered.

He knew very well why Lin Qingying harbored such hatred towards him.

On the one hand, it was because Hamid slaughtered almost all the Saint candidates. On the other hand… this final banquet was actually initiated by Lin Qingying.

She wanted to gather her classmates together for one last time before graduation.

But she never expected that this gathering would become an eternal farewell.

Lin Qingying never spoke of it, but deep down, she always blamed herself.

What if she hadn’t impulsively gathered all the Saint candidates?

What if she had noticed Hamid’s betrayal earlier?

What if… what if she could have stopped it all before it happened?

Would this tragedy… not have occurred?

But there were no ifs.

Everything had already happened, it was too late, this mistake couldn’t be undone.

“Heh, that’s all you can say.” Shadow spat and said disdainfully, “Hamid, you couldn’t beat me back then, and you still can’t beat me now. Where are the other two Bishops? Why aren’t they here to help?”

Actually, she wasn’t that confident. Shadow wasn’t just trash-talking now; she was resting.

Fighting her way into the Church of the End Gods’ lair had taken considerable effort and energy.

These few sentences she was saying now were to buy time to rest.

However, what Shadow found strange was that her raid had been a bit too smooth.

She had expected the cost to be much higher, and even thought she might encounter other Bishop-level combatants along the way.

But now it seemed that this lair of the Church of the End Gods was unexpectedly empty.

Could it be that the Calamity they were currently unleashing was actually their final, desperate struggle?

Shadow suppressed these speculations and looked seriously at Hamid, while remaining vigilant of her surroundings, in case of any sudden changes.

The despicable Hamid had used a conspiracy to kill all his classmates back then; it wouldn’t be strange if he had set up traps in his own lair.

But what Shadow didn’t expect was that while she was stalling for time, Hamid remained unhurried and said indifferently,

“The other two Bishops… have their own matters to attend to. Besides, this is a grudge between you and me, why involve a third party?”

“…You’re actually being so honorable?”

“I just have a clear conscience.” Hamid said frankly, “I know I wronged my classmates, but I don’t think I did anything wrong.

“Since you think this is my mistake, then I can admit it… We can put a perfect end to this mistake.”

Hamid slowly stood up. Years of hardship had made these two peers look generations apart, but the aging of his appearance didn’t affect Hamid’s strength.

He was currently the top combatant in the Church of the End Gods, even Marytis had to admit this.

Marytis was only close to the Gods and could use their powers, but in terms of true strength, she was still inferior to Hamid.

However, Shadow, who could steadily suppress Hamid, was only the Eleventh Saint among the Twelve Saints. There were at least ten “Destruction” level ability users in humanity who could defeat her.

The difference in combat power between the Church of the End Gods and humanity was evident.

Hamid wasn’t wrong. The Church of the End Gods could only take this opportunity for a final gamble, regardless of success or failure.

Because if they missed this opportunity, the Church of the End Gods would only decline further, while human civilization would continue to develop. Then the Gods would lose their last weapon to interfere with the present world.

Now, the gamble was complete.

Hamid had no more attachments.

His slightly cloudy eyes stared at Shadow, and he smiled gently,

“Lin Qingying, let’s settle this.”

Actually, back then, he had liked Shadow.

This was quite normal. Shadow was beautiful when she was young, and coupled with her powerful strength, more than half of the male Saint candidates admired her.

It was just that Lin Qingying always spent her time with Saint Illusion, and the other Saint candidates rarely had the chance to interact with her.

However, these were just a few warm memories from a long time ago, meaningless now except as recollections.

Hamid closed his eyes, raised his right hand, and pressed it heavily on his shoulder,

“Praise… the Gods.”

As his voice fell, a spatial storm instantly swept up.

On the other side, black shadows spread wantonly.

……

The Church of the End Gods’ lair was indeed quite empty. Most followers had gone to participate in this all-or-nothing plan, and even one Bishop was involved—Wen Hua.

He volunteered to go to Dragon City and cause destruction.

Wen Hua hated, he hated his brother for exiling him to the Endless Wasteland back then.

When exiled to the Endless Wasteland, Wen Hua encountered a Calamity storm. His smooth-sailing first half of life had never experienced such pain.

In his suffering, Wen Hua’s hatred for his brother intensified, and this hatred sustained him until now.

However, even after joining the Church of the End Gods, Wen Hua still didn’t have the chance to avenge his exile on his brother.

Because Dragon City was too powerful, despairingly powerful.

The last Noah incident, the Calamity monster attack that was enough to bring destruction to an ordinary mega-city, couldn’t even break through Noah’s external automated defense system.

And Dragon City was comparable to Noah. Although slightly weaker, the gap wasn’t insurmountable.

In other words, Wen Hua, even with the entire Church of the End Gods, very likely couldn’t conquer Dragon City.

But now, finally, there was a chance.

Seeing the monsters emerge from the coffins and wreak havoc, Wen Hua saw the power he dreamed of.

This was terror that surpassed even the Gods.

Thus, he requested Hamid to lead a group of followers and coffins to Dragon City.

For reasons unknown, Hamid agreed to this request, even allocating one-tenth of the coffins to Wen Hua, allowing him to use them all to attack Dragon City.

Looking at the faintly visible mega-city in the distance, the magnificent city walls held Dragon City’s thousand-year history, and the nearby cenotaph exuded a sacred aura, deterring all invading Calamity monsters.

“Almost there… almost there…”

Wen Hua grinned, unconcealable excitement on his face.

But the followers of the Church of the End Gods transporting the coffins around him all had numb expressions.

They had already witnessed the terror after these coffins were released, and everything that would happen.

They also knew that their lives would soon come to an end, submerged in the surging tide of “malice.”

This troop of the Church of the End Gods was detected by Dragon City’s surveillance system just by approaching, instantly triggering an alarm.

The sharp, piercing alarm was clearly audible even to the followers of the Church of the End Gods, and Wen Hua also knew that they couldn’t advance any further.

As the former second son of the City Lord of Dragon City, Wen Hua naturally knew Dragon City’s defense system like the back of his hand. A little closer, and they would enter the firing range of Dragon City’s automated defense system.

The Church of the End Gods’ attack had spread throughout the human alliance, and Dragon City was naturally prepared. After detecting the Church of the End Gods’ traces, several reconnaissance teams immediately left the city and rushed over.

“Heh, Dragon City is still the same as before.”

Wen Hua showed disdain; he knew these procedures very well.

Although the former Wen Hua was a complete playboy, he was indeed one of the heirs to the City Lord position… even if the position was predetermined for his older brother, Wen Su, from the beginning.

Therefore, Wen Hua knew everything about Dragon City, thanks to his brother.

Back then, Wen Su forced Wen Hua to learn this knowledge every day, never expecting that one day it would become the confidence to attack Dragon City.

“Dragon City has no idea how truly terrifying the monsters in the coffins are…”

Wen Su grinned, “Thinking that other mega-cities could successfully defend themselves because the coffin monsters weren’t strong enough, that was just Hamid and Marytis holding back for other reasons.”

After the coffin monsters were released, their purpose was to be eliminated by the human side, so that their divine power could be extracted.

Therefore, the Church of the End Gods was actually suppressing these monsters.

After all, relying on these monsters to conquer one human city after another was unrealistic. Even the Church of the End Gods at its peak couldn’t do it, let alone now?

However, Wen Hua didn’t intend to do that.

He planned to completely release the coffin monsters, and then use his own body to accommodate the overflowing demonic power from the monsters.

Hamid also knew what Wen Hua wanted to do, so he didn’t assign him any tasks.

Facing the nearby Dragon City reconnaissance teams, Wen Hua, familiar with Dragon City, immediately saw their movement patterns.

He sneered and waved his hand.

The followers beside him received the order and began releasing the coffin monsters.

They woodenly activated the coffins, feeling the overflowing demonic power and “malice” aura, stood expressionlessly, and let the monsters devour them.

And Wen Hua had already begun the transformation of his “Madness” power. Ugly fleshy wings appeared on his back, and his whole body was filled with strange, bulging crimson muscles.

Purple-black corrosive mucus dripped from his fangs and claws. He roared softly, his eyes gradually losing reason.

“Yes, very good… my power…”

The surrounding “malice” aura corrupted Wen Hua’s body. The devices and techniques used to gather demonic power had long been embedded in his body, constantly absorbing the surrounding free demonic power.

The monsterized Wen Hua glanced at the reconnaissance team hiding in the corner and snorted coldly,

“Hmph, just a bunch of idiots.”

He casually grabbed a nearby, still dazed coffin monster and threw it in that direction.

At the same time, the Dragon City reconnaissance team also noticed something was wrong. This was completely different from the unconscious, disorganized Calamity monster tide described in the intelligence reports. Clearly, they were all controlled by the giant humanoid monster in the center.

“Not good, we’ve been discovered!”

Seeing the humanoid monster throw a dark mass of flesh towards them, the Dragon City reconnaissance team immediately decided to retreat.

Their specialty was reconnaissance, not combat. The priority upon exposure was to ensure their own survival.

However, it was too late.

The Dragon City reconnaissance team couldn’t return to Dragon City, because on their way back, that giant humanoid monster, flapping its ugly fleshy wings, intercepted them, its bloodshot crimson eyes staring at them playfully,

“People of Dragon City… go tell Wen Su, the ghost he created has returned!”