Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v4c22

The God of Malice is Watching the Land: Chapter 22 Calamity Purgatory

Lannister left a deep impression on Luo Yan, no less than Yan City.

Besides her memories with Hua Qingling, there was also Magistrate Norian, the Chief Magistrate who single-handedly led a reform and ultimately controlled the entire Lannister.

Even Hua Qingling admired him greatly, and Hamid, the most important Bishop of the Church of the End Gods, even considered Lannister a threat second only to Dragon City and Noah.

But now… how much of its former glory remained?

Whether it was Lannister, or Norian.

The Calamity Tide treated all living beings equally, and all of Norian’s methods seemed pale and powerless in the face of this Calamity.

He successfully saved Lannister from the corrupt and decadent nobles, but he couldn’t save Lannister from the Calamity Tide.

This disparity reached its peak when Norian personally sent Granny Zoya to her death. It wasn’t just the death of his respected mentor and friend that shook this powerful figure, but the successive blows that followed.

The Lannister Black Card, like a mirror under the dim light, slightly reflected Norian’s current appearance.

His gaunt face and weary expression, and the unconcealable despair in his eyes.

“Why… couldn’t it be used?”

Norian’s voice was dry and low, like the rustling of withered leaves falling from a tree in the autumn wind.

Luo Yan’s expression was calm, but Norian felt a hint of sorrow and helplessness.

Was it because Lannister had… declined?

“Of course not.”

Seemingly reading Norian’s thoughts, Luo Yan said out of the blue.

She looked directly into Norian’s eyes, her serious gaze like a bottomless pool of clear water, filled with sincerity.

“It’s because I’m leaving soon,” Luo Yan said softly, “This Black Card… these things, I can’t take them with me, nor can I leave them behind.”

“…Hmm?”

A puzzled expression appeared on Norian’s face.

What couldn’t be taken, couldn’t be left behind?

And besides the Black Card, what other things?

Luo Yan didn’t explain. She turned slightly, facing the bar counter again.

This cocktail would be ready soon.

“What…”

Norian couldn’t help but speak, but before he could finish, he saw Luo Yan push a cocktail towards him,

“Try it.” Luo Yan said, “This cocktail is called ‘Daylily,’ the book says it’s for bidding farewell to friends.

“Actually, you are like an elder to me, using ‘friend’ to describe you… is indeed a bit frivolous, but I couldn’t find any other suitable cocktail.”

If calculated from the birth of “Luo Yan” as an existence, Luo Yan should be older than Norian…

However, Luo Yan didn’t intend to calculate it this way. If calculated from the memories in Ghost Town, she should be sixteen years old.

“‘Daylily’…”

Norian looked at the cocktail. He had certainly heard of it, but the version he heard was somewhat different.

“I’ll pass.” Norian pushed the cocktail away. “Actually, the meanings behind all cocktails are more or less related to love and romance. What the books say isn’t necessarily accurate, ‘Daylily’ really isn’t suitable for me.”

Norian hadn’t heard of Luo Yan’s infamous cooking skills; he just felt it wasn’t appropriate.

However, he inadvertently dodged a bullet.

“I see…” A look of understanding flashed in Luo Yan’s eyes. “That explains why the names are all so flowery… I was being presumptuous.”

She picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp, a slight blush appearing on her face.

“Are we… in a dream?”

Norian asked, finally reacting and looking around.

This should be the place where the banquet was held in Spencer Manor, even the bar was perfectly replicated.

However, after Count Spencer was discovered to have secret connections with the Church of the End Gods, the entire manor had been thoroughly searched.

Not to mention maintaining its current magnificent appearance, even the ground had been dug up three feet deep. No one could be sure whether a cultist had buried something terrifying beneath the manor.

“Yes, a dream.” Luo Yan nodded.

“Can you… taste things in a dream?”

Norian was a bit incredulous. This level of ability was beyond human comprehension.

Truly… like a God.

“Not normally,” Luo Yan whispered, “But now I can.”

Taking “End” also took Its offering, “Never Parting from Dreams,” merging it with what Luo Yan already possessed.

Now, in the realm of dreams, Luo Yan was unmatched in this world. Perhaps only the “Dream Fox” race Illusion mentioned could compare to the current Luo Yan.

A realistic experience within a dream was just the simplest part.

“Time is almost up… I apologize, this is all for now, Magistrate Norian.”

Luo Yan put down the cocktail glass, and at the same time, the surrounding scenery began to fade.

Norian didn’t react at all. He instinctively clutched the Black Card in his hand, and an unbearable dizziness washed over him.

The crimson figure gradually disappeared from his vision, and everything in the dream was enveloped in a thick black mist, ultimately turning into endless silence and darkness.

Norian opened his eyes. Around him was the familiar Oak Council Chamber.

The clock on the ceiling ticked away; besides that, there was no sound, because no one dared to disturb the Chief Magistrate’s solitude.

“What… just happened?”

Norian keenly noticed the gap in his memory. He looked at the clock, mentally calculated, and realized that he had been unconscious for a full three minutes.

Had he fallen asleep?

But if he had just fallen asleep, why did he feel this emptiness…

At the same time, Norian finally noticed what he was holding in his hand, something he was all too familiar with.

The Lannister Black Card.

Why was he holding this?

No, when did he start holding it…

He couldn’t remember at all…

Norian felt a headache, an unbearable pain in his head.

Just then, his communicator suddenly rang, the urgent alarm bringing him some clarity.

“What…”

Indeed, no one dared to disturb Norian’s solitude, but there was one exception.

Norian had instructed that in extremely urgent situations, no matter what he was doing, they had to inform him as quickly as possible.

It seemed now was such an urgent situation…

Norian quickly composed himself. The Black Card, the headache, these were insignificant compared to Lannister’s safety.

He took a deep breath, answered the call, and asked in a deep voice,

“What’s the situation?”

“Magistrate Norian… at least ten ‘Destruction’ level auras are approaching Lannister.”

The voice on the other end of the communicator trembled slightly with fear, even carrying a hint of crying. “The Director said that this might be the strongest Calamity Tide humanity has ever faced…”

It wasn’t happening in Dragon City, nor in Noah, but focused on Lannister.

No one expected that the strongest Calamity Tide in two years would target… Lannister.

……………

Lannister’s city defense system was operating at maximum power, capable of withstanding a joint attack from several “Destruction” level ability users, its defense level second only to Dragon City and Noah.

Unfortunately, the Calamity Tide Lannister faced had already exceeded the defensive limits of all city defense systems in the world.

Even Noah and Dragon City, facing a Calamity Tide of this level, could only abandon their outer defense systems and activate their respective ultimate survival plans.

But… Lannister didn’t have an ultimate survival plan.

Lannister’s rise was too recent. This city had only joined the ranks of the strongest mega-cities a few decades ago.

Abundant financial resources supported Lannister in building a powerful city defense system, but it couldn’t give them a deep foundation.

Especially after the death of their only “Destruction” level ability user, Granny Zoya, the strongest person in Lannister was now only Kelly, the Director of the Anomaly Investigation Bureau.

But she was only at the peak of “Peril” level, still a step away from “Destruction” level.

After receiving the news of the Calamity Tide, Norian, ignoring all dissuasion, stubbornly insisted on going to the city wall to take a look.

His subordinates couldn’t convince him and could only help him walk there, trembling.

Beside the almost collapsed city wall, the only place where one could observe the situation outside Lannister from the widest angle, Kelly was already standing there.

The metal chin connected to Kelly’s respiratory system was buzzing erratically, indicating that her rapid breathing was almost pushing this machine to its limit.

“Kelly…”

Norian walked up, leaning on his cane, one deep step, one shallow step.

Kelly nodded to him, then frowned slightly and said in a deep voice,

“Magistrate Norian, you shouldn’t be here.”

She turned to look at the guard supporting Norian and snapped,

“Why haven’t you taken Magistrate Norian back yet?”

Kelly’s reputation in Lannister was also like thunder, especially her hoarse voice, which was extremely imposing. The guard’s face instantly paled slightly.

But Norian waved his hand, releasing the guard’s support,

“I insisted on coming. If Lannister is truly facing destruction… sitting in the Oak Council Chamber waiting for death is no different from being here.”

He steadied himself, stood side by side with Kelly, looked into the distance, and said,

“Tell me, how is the situation?”

The observed location of the Calamity Tide wasn’t actually close, but given its advancing speed, it wasn’t that far either… It was just that Norian himself was only a half-baked ability user, and his eyesight was failing, so it was normal that he couldn’t see it.

“…Very bad.”

Kelly wasn’t good at lying, and she also knew that Norian wasn’t here to hear empty platitudes.

“How much… time do we have left?”

Norian whispered, his weakness evident. Kelly, standing beside him, could even sense the heavy aura of decline surrounding this old man.

“Worst case scenario, Lannister will be completely destroyed within three hours.”

“…Normally, when reporting to a superior, one would use the ‘best-case scenario’.”

“Facing the Calamity Tide, Magistrate Norian, there is no best-case scenario, not even a relatively better one.” Kelly said coldly, her personality always serious. “Frankly speaking, just standing here, fear has almost consumed me.”

“…”

It was difficult to see any trace of fear on Kelly’s expressionless face…

However, Kelly wasn’t exaggerating. Her spiritual energy circuits could no longer function normally.

The suffocating pressure brought by a multi-“Destruction” level Calamity Tide was probably difficult even for the Twelve Saints to withstand, let alone Kelly, who wasn’t even at “Destruction” level.

“Our Lannister… is there still hope?”

Norian asked with a bitter expression.

“Actually… there are still two possibilities for Lannister to survive.”

Kelly said in a deep voice.

“Hmm?”

Norian was stunned; he hadn’t expected this answer.

“The first is prayer, praying that these Calamity monsters will change their minds and give up the attack before reaching Lannister.” Kelly replied, “The second is that we miraculously unleash our power and defeat the Calamity Tide together.”

“…I didn’t know you could joke, Kelly.”

Norian, after a long silence, could only say this.

“I’m being serious, Magistrate Norian,” Kelly whispered, “This is the apocalypse, the end of all human civilization.”

In the face of the power of the World Will and the Gods, under the rule of the God named “malice,” humanity had no chance of winning.

Norian was silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on the distance.

It wasn’t until he also felt that despairing terror that he slowly closed his eyes.

“…Let’s pray.”

……………….

Above the Endless Wasteland.

More than eighty percent of the current Endless Wasteland had been contaminated by “malice,” and the contamination was still spreading.

Given time, it would probably only be a matter of time before it transformed into a terrifying hell on the scale of the Sanctuary.

Countless Calamity monsters, filling the horizon, seemed to be driven by something, scrambling towards a single direction.

Countless monsters fell during this frantic rush. Once they fell, they would be instantly crushed by other monsters, their foul flesh and blood scattering, landing on other monsters, and slowly absorbed.

This was the Calamity Tide. A lone Calamity monster could still be stopped, but facing a surging tide of Calamity monsters required courage.

Any sane living being who witnessed this scene would suffer varying degrees of mental damage.

Because this was far beyond what humans could withstand, disgust or terror couldn’t even describe this hellish scene.

But within this nightmare-like scene, a stunningly beautiful figure incongruously appeared.

Luo Yan sat on a large rock, her slightly open eyes showing a hint of intoxication, a trace of moisture lingering on her long eyelashes.

She seemed completely out of place in this apocalyptic scene.

However… she was the original source of this “malice.”

“Stop.”