Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v4c19

The God of Malice is Watching the Land: Chapter 19 Lost Memories

Even if she was once the guardian of Yan City, Mister One of Dawn, she was now just an anomaly appearing amidst the Calamity.

Hua Qingling understood this. Moreover, the other party seemed relentlessly focused on her waist bag, something Hua Qingling absolutely couldn’t tolerate.

After days of cooperation, Qin Wen could read some of Hua Qingling’s subtle movements, allowing her to coordinate instantly when Hua Qingling attacked.

A violent gale, guided by the Wind Spirit Power, surged, condensing and compressing until it was almost tangible, binding the small bandaged girl.

At the same time, countless sword lights erupted instantly, piercing through the gale towards the little bandaged girl.

Even a “Destruction” level ability user, caught off guard by this combined attack from Hua Qingling and Qin Wen, would likely be injured.

The mud on the ground was stirred up into a thick, viscous fog, gradually spreading outwards. Hua Qingling and Qin Wen were forced to retreat.

“…Will it be effective?”

Qin Wen frowned, looking at the gradually settling fog.

“Probably not.” Hua Qingling shook her head. “For an existence like her, it probably… won’t cause much damage, at most just slowing her down a bit.”

“Then we…”

Qin Wen hesitated, seeing Hua Qingling re-gathering Wind Spirit Power.

“Return to Lannister.”

Hua Qingling said decisively.

She wasn’t arrogant enough to think she could single-handedly confront this inexplicable, terrifying anomaly. Even without the changes brought by the Calamity, Mister One’s remains were not to be underestimated.

Back when Miss Luo Yan controlled it, she suppressed the entire field single-handedly, holding back both Dawn members and Yan City.

And now…

The little bandaged girl’s strength would only be higher, not lower.

“Go!”

After a short while, before the fog had completely dissipated, Hua Qingling’s Wind Spirit Power gathered again.

This time, the guided gale wasn’t violent, but lifted both Hua Qingling and Qin Wen into the air, carrying them back towards Lannister.

Even against a “Destruction” level Calamity monster, Lannister wasn’t without means of resistance. At the very least, a full salvo from the main city defense cannons would make it difficult even for a “Destruction” level being to escape unscathed.

Hua Qingling and Qin Wen had already moved some distance away from Lannister while dealing with the surviving Calamity monsters, but with Hua Qingling’s ability, this distance wasn’t too far.

However…

“What… is going… on?”

Looking at the unchanging scenery around them, and the gale already driven to its maximum, cold sweat broke out on Hua Qingling’s back.

The gale was indeed carrying them away from this place, but some inexplicable force was keeping them here.

“Familiar…”

The little girl’s childish, hoarse voice sounded again. Hua Qingling looked down, and a bandaged arm reached out, touching her waist bag.

“Damn it, why are you always after my money!”

Hua Qingling gritted her teeth, golden flames igniting in her eyes, and blood slowly seeped from her orifices.

Spiritual energy circuit overload!

The Wind Spirit Power no longer protected them as they fled, but became violent again. Every wisp of wind formed a wind blade, each capable of severing refined steel.

This was a sturdy material that even “Peril” level ability users could only leave slight marks on, used by most mega-cities to cast city walls.

The swirling wind blades precisely avoided Hua Qingling and Qin Wen, instantly engulfing the little bandaged girl.

Hua Qingling and Qin Wen were thrown out, pushed beyond the range of the gale.

“Ugh…”

Hua Qingling landed on the ground, stumbled a few times, and almost fell.

Qin Wen quickly stepped forward to support her, checked her condition, and breathed a sigh of relief upon finding that Hua Qingling was only overly exhausted.

“I… I’m fine, I’ve encountered more critical situations than this.”

Hua Qingling shook her head, then patted her waist. “Anyway, the waist bag is still… wait, where’s my waist bag?”

She patted empty air, looked down, and saw that the cloth strap holding the waist bag had been cut, the cut incredibly neat.

The next moment, the gale subsided, and banknotes rained down from the sky.

“Th-that’s my money!”

Seeing this, Hua Qingling’s heart ached so much she almost had a heart attack.

But she didn’t rush forward to retrieve the money, instead fixing her gaze on the center where the banknotes were falling.

“It’s… you…”

The little bandaged girl held a photo in her hand, tears seemingly flowing from her single dark eye.

Seeing this, Hua Qingling’s heart leaped into her throat.

“That’s… the group photo!”

The group photo left by Miss Luo Yan after the Lannister incident, Hua Qingling had always kept it carefully in her waist bag.

Fortunately, she always lost money, not the photo, so it was well preserved.

“What should we do?” Qin Wen asked nervously. “Should we go get it back?”

“…No need.” Hua Qingling took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart. “Let’s leave quickly!”

The photo was precious, yes, but not more precious than life, especially with Qin Wen beside her.

Hua Qingling didn’t want to implicate Qin Wen; no matter what, she could only reluctantly give up the photo.

However, even though she made this decision, they still couldn’t escape.

The surrounding space was fragmented, filled with tiny, invisible spatial rifts, and unstable bursts occurred.

It was because of these unstable bursts that Hua Qingling couldn’t escape this location no matter how she drove the gale.

What was worse was that after seeing the photo, the little bandaged girl’s emotions seemed to become unstable.

Sounds of tearing space echoed continuously, and strange spatial killing intent filled the air around Hua Qingling and Qin Wen. They were trapped.

“It seems we have to choose another path.”

Qin Wen summoned her flying swords again, but this time there were twelve.

Her fingertips turned bloody due to the overload of her spiritual energy circuits, and her face turned pale.

Using Forbidden Techniques consecutively, even though she could transfer most of the backlash to her flying swords, still took a toll on her body.

But now wasn’t the time to worry about such losses. If they wanted to escape, they could only turn back and attack the little bandaged girl.

Not to defeat her, but to create a momentary opening, a chance to escape this strange space.

Hua Qingling also gathered her full attention. She quickly understood Qin Wen’s plan. Qin Wen would create the opportunity, and she would seize it.

Even if it was only a tenth of a breath to break through the space, she had to carry Qin Wen across hundreds of meters, until they were out of the range of the spatial ability.

The little bandaged girl didn’t deliberately attack; all this was just the consequence of her slight distraction, so the range wasn’t large.

“Attack!”

With tacit understanding, Hua Qingling and Qin Wen moved simultaneously. They leaped up, Wind Spirit Power gathering into a gale, and twelve flying swords formed a sword formation.

“Immortal Slaying Sword Formation—Exorcise Evil!”

No countless sword lights, no sky-filling sword beams, only one remained.

A dazzling beam of light, like a sun rising in the Endless Wasteland.

The violent, piercing sword light tore through the sky, pointing directly at the Witch of End.

The Witch of End looked up. She finally woke up, no longer in a dream, but revived.

The dreamlike mist dissipated, her light blue eyes filled with “malice” and faint sorrow.

“…Disperse.”

She spoke softly, as if giving an order.

Whether it was due to the stimulation of the photo, or the threat brought by Qin Wen’s “Exorcise Evil,” the Witch of End descended again, and the unstable spatial debris was instantly cleared.

The sword light Qin Wen unleashed with all her strength gradually disintegrated under the word “Disperse,” and by the time it reached the Witch of End, only a faint glimmer remained.

So weak that it could be crushed with bare hands.

…In the face of a true Primordial Demon, humanity’s insignificance was evident.

However…

Qin Wen bit her tongue and unleashed her remaining strength again. Several sword lights overlapped and slashed forward, barely pushing “Exorcise Evil” a little further.

Seeing this, the Witch of End showed a hint of confusion in her eyes, but the next moment She understood the meaning behind Qin Wen’s actions.

The sword light struck Her arm, unable to leave even a scratch, but it knocked the photo from Her fingers, letting it drift down with the wind.

“Sister Qingling!”

Qin Wen let out a muffled groan, a trail of blood flowing down her lips.

“I know.”

Hua Qingling’s eyes flickered, and she sighed inwardly.

Qin Wen… why did she have to go to such lengths for her…

But her movements didn’t slow down at all. The falling photo changed direction with the wind and landed in Hua Qingling’s hand.

At the same time, the Wind Spirit Power finished gathering, enveloping her and Qin Wen, instantly carrying them hundreds of meters away, heading straight for Lannister.

The spatial debris had disappeared, and space had stabilized again. This was the best chance to escape.

As long as they returned to the city defense system, they had at least temporarily seized this chance to escape death…

However…

“Stay.”

The Witch of End’s childish voice sounded softly beside Hua Qingling’s ear, and then she found that the surrounding space suddenly solidified like substance, imprisoning her in place.

She couldn’t even move a finger, as if stuck in space.

Qin Wen beside her was the same, her expression frozen in a moment of anxiety, only able to move her eyes.

“Thump… thump… thump…”

The sound of footsteps, one deep, one shallow, approached them. Without thinking, they knew it was the little bandaged girl getting closer.

In Hua Qingling’s vision, a nightmarish bandaged arm reached out again, pinching the photo in her hand.

From beginning to end, the little bandaged girl’s target was only this photo.

Hua Qingling felt despair. She and Qin Wen had tried their best, but had no chance of winning. A strong sense of defeat washed over her.

But just as the little bandaged girl was about to take the photo from Hua Qingling’s hand, another smooth, fair, slender arm suddenly appeared, intercepting the little bandaged girl’s outstretched arm.

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you take it, because this belongs to someone else.”

A light, pleasant, familiar voice sounded beside Hua Qingling’s ear. The gentle voice was like spring thunder to her,

“Long time no see… everyone, and… ‘Future’ (true name), Witch of End.”

At the same time, the spatial confinement instantly lifted. Qin Wen and Hua Qingling immediately retreated several steps, gasping for air.

While their bodies were squeezed by space, even breathing was difficult. If it continued for a while longer, they might have died from suffocation.

But now, more importantly…

Hua Qingling looked up, and the first thing that entered her eyes was a pair of captivating scarlet eyes, and then she saw the familiar silver-white color.

“It’s Miss Luo Yan…”

The photo slowly floated to the ground. A crimson figure descended slightly and picked up the photo.

Luo Yan looked at herself in the photo, a faint smile appearing on her stunning face, captivating anyone who saw it for a moment.

“A memory worth cherishing.”

Luo Yan walked a few steps and returned the photo to Hua Qingling,

“However, it’s no longer needed now.”

“No longer needed?”

Hua Qingling was puzzled by Luo Yan’s words, but after taking the photo, she was horrified to find that the silver-haired girl’s figure was gone from the photo.

“What… happened?”

Hua Qingling suddenly looked up, wanting to ask Luo Yan.

But where was Miss Luo Yan’s figure? She was already in a bizarre illusion.

On the other side, Qin Wen opened her eyes and almost had a PTSD attack upon seeing Luo Yan’s appearance. This was a nightmare she couldn’t escape.

Perhaps the most dangerous and wavering moment in her life was during the late stage of the Yan City war, when her mind and soul were occupied by the Witch of Envy.

“Qin Wen,” Luo Yan looked up, her 1.6-meter height requiring her to do so to meet Qin Wen’s gaze, even though Qin Wen was currently hunched over, “How long has it been since we last met? A year, or two?”

“…Two years.”

Qin Wen blurted out.

“Two years, long yet short… not too short either.” A smile appeared on the corner of Luo Yan’s mouth. “But you’ve really changed a lot, at least seeing me now, you didn’t shout about exorcising evil and slaying demons.”

“I-, Is that so…”

Mentioning this, Qin Wen felt embarrassed and wanted to rub her nose.

Their first meeting did have quite a few misunderstandings.

Fortunately, these misunderstandings were later resolved, and the experience in Yan City made Qin Wen grow a lot.

Luo Yan had also grown, but she was gradually becoming familiar with this world, adapting to it.

“However, now it’s time to say goodbye completely. Goodbye, Qin Wen,” Luo Yan stood on tiptoe and patted Qin Wen’s head. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, unfortunately, you’re too tall.”

“Miss Luo Yan…”

Before Qin Wen could finish speaking, she found that everything around her was fading rapidly, and Miss Luo Yan didn’t exist in this fading world.

Bizarre and colorful lights filled this space, and at the same time, Qin Wen noticed Hua Qingling’s presence, but Sister Qingling was currently crying.

“Sister Qingling… why are you crying?” Qin Wen showed a strange expression.

Hua Qingling’s face flashed with confusion, seemingly pondering for a long time before slowly saying,

“I don’t know… I seem to have… forgotten something very, very important, but I don’t know what I forgot… Qin Wen, do you know?”

“…How could I possibly know?” Qin Wen scratched the back of her head, completely unaware that a part of her own memory was missing.