Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v3c99

Witch’s Night: Chapter 99 The Holy Soul—”Luo Yan”

“Brother!”

“You… why are you so cruel!”

Wen Su looked indifferently at his… younger brother, collapsed on the ground, his face filled with shock and terror.

He had personally exiled his younger brother, Wen Hua, sending him to the depths of the Endless Wasteland, to become a… refugee rejected by the human world.

It was ultimately brotherly affection that made Wen Su show mercy and, enduring the pressure, make this decision.

Originally, given Wen Hua’s crimes, even direct execution would be considered a merciful end, but Wen Su only exiled him.

Being exiled to the Endless Wasteland didn’t necessarily mean death. It was highly likely that one would become a refugee living a precarious life, life or death depending on one’s own fate.

But Wen Su hadn’t expected Wen Hua to survive for so long, and even join humanity’s enemy, the Church of the End Gods.

…Could the current Wen Hua still be considered human?

No, no matter how you looked at it, he was no longer human.

But a monster that brought Calamity.

Wen Su stood on the city wall with his hands behind his back, silently watching this monster attacking Dragon City.

This was the mistake he made decades ago, a mistake that had finally caused a great disaster, descending upon Dragon City, and even all of human civilization.

Did he regret it?

At this moment, Wen Su’s heart was filled with regret. Because of his momentary mercy, countless people had suffered an undeserved disaster.

But… even if he could do it over again, Wen Su believed he would make the same decision.

“City Lord, it’s dangerous here! Leave quickly!”

The city guards noticed Wen Su on the city wall and hurriedly stepped forward, intending to cover his retreat.

“No,” Wen Su shook his head, took a few steps forward, leaned against the city wall, and said, “I must stand here, this is my responsibility.”

“But, but…”

“Everything within the city has been arranged. The ‘Cenotaph’ is about to be activated, don’t worry.”

Just like everyone in Dragon City’s impression, the City Lord of Dragon City, who had been in office for decades, always had this calm and composed demeanor.

Even facing the most dangerous Calamity, the most terrifying monster… just a few hundred meters away, perhaps a casual breath of it could reach him.

“If you can’t hold on, after the citizens of Dragon City have evacuated, you can leave as soon as possible.” Wen Su said softly, “What sustains Dragon City isn’t a wall, a city… but all the people of Dragon City.”

Hearing these words, the city guards hesitated.

But the next moment, the terrifying monster, almost covering the entire sky, seemed to notice them and swooped down with a roar, its massive figure blocking out the sun, the aura of “malice” making all living beings instinctively feel fear and unease.

“Wen… Su…”

In the indistinguishable roar, only Wen Su could barely make out these two words, filled with deep-seated hatred.

“Stop it! Stop that monster!”

“The defense system can’t hold on any longer… how much longer until the ‘Cenotaph’ is ready?”

“At least three more minutes!”

“Hold on! Give it your all! Your all!”

Desperate roars came from above; these were the high-level ability users fighting for Dragon City, and three “Destruction” level ability users were working together to fight this giant monster.

But unfortunately, the monster’s healing ability was too strong. No matter how many wounds the “Destruction” level ability users inflicted, they would completely heal in just a few seconds.

And the monster was also constantly absorbing the surrounding life force, devouring the ability users defending Dragon City, its aura constantly expanding.

The battlefield outside the city was a fierce battle. Although Wen Su was considered a strong figure among human leaders, he still couldn’t participate in a battle of this level.

He just quietly watched the monster ahead, his thoughts unknown.

“You’re too soft, City Lord Wen, just like back then.”

A raspy voice sounded, and Norian’s projection appeared beside Wen Su.

“…Magistrate Norian, you are one of the few who would call me soft.”

Wen Su, the City Lord of Dragon City, was known for his tough exterior, and although there were dissenting voices within Dragon City, he was still the supreme ruler, not a single bit of power escaping his grasp in the past few decades.

“Toughness is sometimes another form of softness.” Norian whispered, “Hamid is dead, and all Calamity monster attacks stopped at almost the same time. This is the last battlefield.”

“What?”

Wen Su was shocked. Both pieces of news Norian brought were unexpected.

Based on the previous situation, he had estimated that this prelude to the Calamity would last for another two or three months.

And the death of Hamid, the highest Bishop of the Church of the End Gods, wasn’t good news at this time.

Including the previous news, this meant that the prelude to the Calamity had already ended.

“There’s even worse news. Hamid was killed by Saint Shadow, but the Saint herself said that Hamid chose to die.”

Norian said with a serious expression, “This means that the Church of the End Gods’ plan has been completed, and the High Bishop very likely sacrificed himself.”

“…”

This possibility wasn’t just there, it was highly likely.

Actually, since his younger brother… this monster, started attacking Dragon City, Wen Su had a vague feeling.

Because compared to a strategic attack, this attack was more like a desperate, all-out assault, destined to end in death.

As long as the “Cenotaph” was successfully activated, this battle would be completely over.

…This was the only thing Wen Hua didn’t know. The true function of the “Cenotaph” was only known to the current City Lord, because it was Dragon City’s last and most desperate trump card.

Just then, an alarm that hadn’t sounded for hundreds of years echoed throughout Dragon City, bringing the final bad news.

—The sealed Witch of Absolute Death had broken free.

At this moment, both Norian and Wen Su fell silent.

They quietly watched the roaring monster outside the city walls and the high-level ability users fighting fiercely.

“It seems we have to face the worst-case scenario. His Holiness sent a message, we’ve completely lost contact with the Sanctuary.” Norian whispered, “And almost all the sealed ‘Ice Coffin Weapons’ are reviving, the ‘Ice Coffins’ are losing their effectiveness.”

There was one more thing Norian didn’t say, but Wen Su knew very well.

…The slumbering Gods were about to awaken.

Because a similar situation had occurred during their last awakening.

“One bad news after another…”

A bitter smile appeared on Wen Su’s face, and he looked up at the giant monster that blotted out the sky,

“But at least, I have to resolve this last problem before me first, to end this wrong decision I made decades ago.”

Norian didn’t speak, his figure gradually dissipating. His Lannister also had to face this Calamity.

“City Lord, the ‘Cenotaph’ is ready, please authorize activation immediately!”

“Highest authorization, activate immediately, target—” Wen Su paused, closed his eyes, leaned back against the city wall, and said, “…Wen Hua.”

“Ah? What! Wen… you mean, that monster? Apologies, activating immediately!”

The name Wen Hua, even after decades, was still remembered by many in Dragon City.

But being suddenly mentioned by Wen Su was unexpected.

However, the situation was urgent, and any doubts had to be put aside. This authorization order quickly reached the deepest part of the system through the communicator, and Dragon City’s last trump card, the “Cenotaph,” was activated.

“Die… all of you… die…”

The roaring, rampaging monster Wen Hua was gradually losing its sanity, but its crimson eyes were still fixed on Wen Su on the city wall.

But every one of its attacks was blocked by Dragon City’s ability users; it couldn’t advance even an inch.

However, the monster Wen Hua was almost immortal, while the stamina of Dragon City’s high-level ability users was limited.

After several attacks, the ability users of Dragon City were visibly weakened, and the monster Wen Hua could slowly approach the city walls.

“Kill…”

Right before its eyes.

Decades, decades of hatred…

The brotherly affection from back then had long been extinguished, the only thing remaining was endless hatred.

“Kill you…”

“Bro—ther—”

The monster Wen Hua uttered two heart-wrenching syllables, and a gust of foul-smelling, blood-stained wind rushed towards Wen Su on the city wall, its ferocious claws reaching for him.

“City Lord, be careful!”

“Mr. Wen… why is he still on the city wall…”

“Take him away! Dragon City can’t lose him!”

But it seemed to be too late.

Dragon City’s layers of defense were finally broken through. Even though Dragon City had several “Destruction” level ability users, they still couldn’t stop a “Destruction” level Calamity monster that didn’t fear pain.

At this last moment, a hazy, ethereal, tall figure appeared before Wen Su, lightly blocking the monster Wen Hua’s claws.

“The ‘Cenotaph’… has been successfully activated! The Holy Soul left by the Saint in ancient times has appeared!”

“Who… who…”

The monster Wen Hua’s eyes were filled with madness, but it finally looked away from Wen Su, its gaze falling on this ethereal, tall figure.

—The Holy Soul.

The “Cenotaph,” located on the outskirts of Dragon City, was established by the Saint herself after the situation in Noah stabilized.

The Saint back then didn’t deliberately mention the existence of the “Cenotaph,” only casually mentioning that it was a tomb she erected for a dear, departed friend.

The Saint hoped that this friend could, according to her own wishes, rest eternally in her hometown, which was where Dragon City was located.

This slumbering soul was called the “Holy Soul” by Dragon City, buried for a long time within the Cenotaph, only to be briefly awakened when Dragon City faced the crisis of destruction.

And now, it was a time of crisis.

“She is… the Holy Soul…”

Not only Wen Su, but all the high-level ability users in Dragon City couldn’t help but hold their breath upon seeing this scene, afraid of disturbing the Holy Soul.

The monster Wen Hua, which several “Destruction” level ability users couldn’t stop even with their combined strength, was blocked by the Holy Soul with a single hand.

And this was the slumbering Holy Soul. If she were alive… how terrifying would she be?

“No, impossible… how could anyone, stop me, who possesses the power of ‘malice’ that even the Gods fear!”

The monster Wen Hua was completely enraged and roared, attempting to attack Dragon City again, this time targeting the ethereal Holy Soul.

“I see, so this is… ‘malice’?”

The Holy Soul looked up. It was a rather ordinary and stern face, the kind that was hard to remember, because it was simply too ordinary.

However, this ordinariness exuded an extraordinary aura.

The Holy Soul calmly stared at the monster Wen Hua charging towards her, seemingly discerning its aura.

“Just a crude imitation, actually trying to replicate the ‘Clumsy Flame’ formation from back then… how naive.”

After observing for a moment, the Holy Soul shook her head and once again effortlessly blocked the monster Wen Hua’s attack.

A monster the size of a small hill, blocked by a slender, almost transparent hand, this contrasting scene was even more impactful.

“The ‘Clumsy Flame’ formation, designed and constructed by the true Gods, with the participation of ten God’s Chosen, that was the pinnacle of human achievement.”

The Holy Soul whispered, seemingly reminiscing, a hint of sadness in her tone,

“It’s a pity that in the end, it was all a complete deception.”

She looked up, gazing into the distance, her expression filled with deep disappointment,

“No progress at all, another failure, this obsession ultimately couldn’t see the ending it desired.”

“You… who… are you?”

The monster Wen Hua’s eyes bulged. It could feel that the Gods’ power within it was being suppressed, even the “malice” contamination stopped spreading.

For others, the contamination being controlled was a good thing, but for the current Wen Hua, it meant that it was losing power.

And as it lost power, its sanity was forcibly returning.

How could this be done?

Who could achieve this?

Unless it was… the Saint!

…Was there an echo of the Saint hidden in Dragon City?

“Who am I?” The Holy Soul seemed to be in a trance, turning her face slightly and looking towards the Holy Mountain. “I was once… called ‘Luo Yan.’

“But now, just a lingering obsession.”

A researcher from the previous civilization, Mister Zero of Dawn City, the other soul of the Saint.

Everything she once had in this world had turned to ashes, only this buried obsession remained.

“Luo Yan… Luo Yan again… how could this guy also be called…”

Hearing this name, Wen Hua almost lost its mind again, until Wen Su’s voice sounded,

“Brother… long time no see.”

“But I didn’t expect us to meet like this.”

Wen Su looked up, his gaze firm, staring at this monster that no longer resembled a human,

“I had hoped that we could reunite as brothers in the afterlife.

“Now, I have to ask you to go there first.”