Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v4c24

The God of Malice is Watching the Land: Chapter 24 The End of Sorrow

“It’s you.”

Enveloped in thick black smoke, although some of its twisted limbs had receded, Ronner’s appearance was still quite terrifying.

Deformed eyeballs remained on his face, and his hands were covered in ferocious teeth.

“It seems I’m quite famous.” Luo Yan shrugged. “Ronner of Dawn… this should be our first meeting, right?”

Although it was their first meeting, she had seen Ronner’s portrait.

To be precise, most of the human higher-ups could find it in the Sanctuary archives.

When she was in the library, Luo Yan had looked through all of them, silently memorizing them.

“But I’ve heard your name countless times.”

Ronner said softly, the pain of purification filling his body, but his expression remained calm.

Although Ronner hadn’t met Luo Yan, her appearance and characteristics were too distinct.

Even those completely unfamiliar with Luo Yan could recognize her if they had heard of her.

Compared to the misnamed purification domain in the Sanctuary, the domain released by Luo Yan was the true purification domain.

Within its range, all Calamity monsters would have the “malice” within them forcibly extracted, and when the “malice” dissipated, their lives, which should have ended, finally came to a peaceful close… released.

The surrounding monsters wailed in pain. Although it was a release, the process was extremely painful, comparable to a torture method called “death by a thousand cuts.”

Only a tough guy like Ronner could remain calm under these circumstances.

“With your strength, you shouldn’t have been caught up in the Calamity Tide.” Luo Yan said softly, “The scale of the initial Calamity Tide shouldn’t have been a threat to a ‘Destruction’ level ability user.”

“But if I hadn’t, at least one-third of Dawn would have been lost in the Endless Wasteland.” Ronner shook his head and said, “We don’t calculate things like that. In Dawn, I am just a big brother.”

After a thousand years of changes, Dawn was no longer the Dawn of the past, but this one thing had never changed.

Even if it meant sacrificing their lives, even if it meant using everything to uphold it, Dawn remained the same.

“Although we were once enemies, now… I respect you.”

Luo Yan placed her fist over her left breast and bowed slightly to Ronner. This was Dawn’s salute; she had seen it from Grifres.

“…Just fulfilling our respective duties.”

Ronner closed his eyes. The purification continued, but his consciousness could no longer hold on.

This battered body was gradually enveloped by the white light, gradually disappearing.

“Malice” wasn’t some kind of energy or spirit, but a rule.

Under the influence of this rule, the body and power would undergo certain changes, usually monsterization and deformation.

Therefore, extracting “malice” couldn’t restore those contaminated to normal, but would take away everything from them, including their lives.

No matter what, once a living being was contaminated by “malice,” it was irreversible.

Even Luo Yan couldn’t do anything about this, because she could only influence the “malice” rule, but couldn’t save those twisted by the rule.

Everything now… was already the limit of what Luo Yan could do.

The painful cries and howls gradually subsided, the swirling ethereal melody also dissipated, and the Calamity monsters with some remaining consciousness all looked at Luo Yan with gratitude.

No… they shouldn’t be called Calamity monsters anymore.

In their final moments, they finally returned to themselves, becoming living beings again.

Even if only for a brief moment.

Under Luo Yan’s deliberate arrangement, more than eighty percent of the Calamity Tide that had spread wantonly in the past two years was resolved, and the remaining part was something the current human civilization could handle one by one.

Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief, shook her dress, and stood up.

“…Is this your plan, Miss Luo Yan?”

A familiar, gentle voice sounded. Luo Yan paused and replied softly,

“Just a part of it.”

She turned around and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar nun standing not far behind her.

Marytis, besides Luo Yan, the only other person who had been to the peak of the Holy Mountain, the legendary nun, yet she had joined the God-worshipping Church of the End Gods.

Marytis completely disappeared after the Church of the End Gods’ final battle two years ago.

Of the three Bishops, only Hamid and Wen Hua’s deaths were confirmed, but to appease the public, Noah still announced that all three Bishops had been killed.

Almost all human higher-ups knew that Marytis was still alive, and Shadow had been secretly searching for her, but ultimately without success.

Actually, Marytis hadn’t gone anywhere. She stayed in Noah, and like an ordinary nun, prayed devoutly in the church.

She was originally the most outstanding nun, and with the help of the Witch of Sorrow’s power, she concealed her presence. Shadow never expected that Marytis would stay in Noah, doing nothing.

Until today, she felt the summons from Luo Yan, because the Witch of Sorrow was also an entity contaminated by “malice,” just not as severely as End and Envy.

Even if not as severe… a complete eruption was only a matter of time.

“However, a Calamity Tide like this, you can eliminate it once, twice, or many times, but can you endlessly eliminate them?”

Marytis asked, her eyes filled with sorrow and grief,

“Beyond the starry sky, countless Calamity monsters, can you eliminate them all like this?”

Luo Yan didn’t hesitate and shook her head,

“No.”

“Since you know all this,” Marytis’s gaze swept across the surroundings, looking at the purified Calamity Tide, and she whispered, “Then does this… still have any meaning?”

“Yes.”

Luo Yan replied softly, jumped down from the large rock, and walked towards Marytis.

Marytis was about a head taller than her, but for some reason, when Luo Yan walked beside her, she felt a sense of being completely suppressed.

“End” and “Envy” were already completely under Luo Yan’s control. Whether it was in terms of level or power, Luo Yan far surpassed Marytis.

Even if Marytis merged with the Witch of Sorrow.

Marytis’s soul and consciousness had completely merged with the Witch of Sorrow’s conceptual entity. Now, she was the Witch of Sorrow.

“Miss Luo Yan…”

Looking at the silver-haired girl close at hand, a sense of powerless hatred surged in Marytis’s heart. This was an emotion from the Witch of Sorrow.

But like the Witch of Envy, the Witch of Sorrow knew very well that killing Luo Yan wouldn’t solve the problem. If this girl, whose existence didn’t seem to belong to this world, couldn’t be returned to her state as the white light, everything they did would be meaningless.

But now, the “malice” incarnation already had self-awareness; she clearly recognized her identity as “Luo Yan.”

The Witch of Envy’s final struggles were completely defeated by this self-identity. The Witch of Sorrow pessimistically believed that this world had reached a point of no return, about to be assimilated by the truth beyond the starry sky.

But Marytis didn’t think so.

She stared intently at Luo Yan, seeing a hint of a shadow within her.

…A shadow similar to the savior named “Marytis.”

“So, Miss Luo Yan,” Marytis’s eyes were filled with sorrow, “Do you… truly intend to save this world that is about to meet its end?”

Luo Yan was silent for a moment, then shook her head.

She looked up slightly, her gaze directed towards the sky.

At this moment, the gloomy dark clouds gradually dispersed, revealing the once dazzling starry sky. The Gods’ dream, although precarious, hadn’t completely shattered yet.

The “malice” beyond the starry sky was approaching. It was likely that soon, all living beings in this world would fall into endless terror and despair.

“You’re wrong, Sister Marytis.” Luo Yan said indifferently, “I’m not saving the world, I just want everything to return to its proper path and continue moving forward, not be confined in a cradle like this.”

“…”

Marytis didn’t speak, she listened quietly.

“‘Malice’ is a rule that doesn’t belong to this world.”

Luo Yan’s gaze lowered slightly, looking directly at Marytis,

“This world shouldn’t be like this. It can be destroyed by war, submerged by Calamities, but it shouldn’t be eroded by ‘malice’.”

Hearing Luo Yan’s words, both Marytis and the Witch of Sorrow fell silent.

The God “malice” shouldn’t exist?

Indeed… this God, whose birth was unknown, didn’t have a symbiotic relationship with this world, It was an absolute invader.

But using these words to accuse the invader seemed ridiculous, especially coming from Luo Yan.

And Luo Yan… was “malice.”

However, “malice” wasn’t completely equivalent to Luo Yan.

What the Witch of End could see clearly, the Witch of Sorrow naturally could too.

Just like how Mister One couldn’t fully utilize the power of the Witch of End, Miss Luo Yan couldn’t fully control the rule of “malice.”

Even though she was already aware of this, the current Luo Yan was still in an “unawakened” state, and no existence dared to awaken “malice,” including Luo Yan herself.

No one knew how a God thought. Perhaps at the moment of awakening, the individual named “Luo Yan” would be instantly annihilated.

Under these circumstances…

What could Luo Yan do?

Purify the Calamity Tide on such a large scale like this?

But “malice” had already taken deep root in this world. Unless they killed all living beings, extinguished all life in this world, and annihilated the World Will, that is, the Gods, along with it, they couldn’t eradicate “malice.”

But doing this… was far more thorough than the Gods’ world-destruction plan.

And the reason this planet was in its current state was precisely because they didn’t want to carry out the Gods’ plan.

Otherwise, a new civilization might already be in its nascent stage, perhaps even having learned how to use fire.

Marytis stood before Luo Yan, driven by her own thoughts, seeking an answer.

An answer she had been searching for since she could hear the spiritual voice.

…How to save the world?

“Miss Luo Yan, I want to know, what exactly is your plan?” Marytis asked.

Very close, the final answer… was very close.

Luo Yan didn’t answer immediately. She seemed to look into the distance with some reluctance and whispered,

“Perhaps… without me, would be the best outcome for this world.”

“Miss Luo Yan, you don’t mean…” Marytis was stunned and said with some disbelief, “Are… are you thinking about suicide?”

“If my suicide could solve the problem, the Gods wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble.”

Luo Yan looked deeply at Marytis, but her gaze was actually directed at the Witch of Sorrow, merged with Marytis.

If killing Luo Yan could solve all the problems, it would be too easy for the Gods.

Even with Luo Yan’s current level of growth, if several Gods went all out to kill her, it wouldn’t be difficult.

Not to mention that most of the time before, Luo Yan was so fragile that even most “Peril” level human ability users could kill her, and the slumbering Gods only needed a sliver of their will to easily eliminate her.

“Don’t overthink it… just treat it as my nonsense.”

Luo Yan chuckled wryly and reached out to pat Marytis on the shoulder.

Marytis instantly froze. Luo Yan’s words made her even more confused, but the Witch of Sorrow vaguely sensed something. Its understanding of this world was far deeper than Marytis’s.

“However, there are some things I do want to say, but to the Witch of Sorrow.”

Luo Yan’s expression became slightly serious, and when Marytis heard these words, her eyes instantly turned deep purple. This was the Witch of Sorrow’s consciousness regaining control of this body.

At the same time, Marytis’s consciousness was instantly isolated.

Because the Witch of Sorrow knew that Luo Yan didn’t want Marytis to know about the following conversation.

Anyway… she would forget.

“End, Envy, they have both fallen, right?” The Witch of Sorrow suddenly asked.

Luo Yan nodded. This was true death. Even their powers were taken by Luo Yan, and the World Wills named “Hope” and “Future” could no longer be reborn in this world.

“The end of the Gods… has finally arrived.” The Witch of Sorrow slowly closed Its eyes,

“Actually, the five Sovereigns spoken of by humans have long since fallen. Their wills transformed into this dream of the dazzling starry sky, the first line of defense against the Calamity beyond the stars.”

Luo Yan had already anticipated this. The so-called deepest slumber was actually no different from death.

Precisely because of this, summoning a Sovereign’s avatar was much easier than summoning a Witch’s, and after using it, there wouldn’t be any residual consciousness of the Sovereign. Hamid and Wen Hua were prime examples.

Another clear example of attempting to summon a Witch was Red Butterfly.

“Perhaps, I already know what you want to do, ‘malice’.”

The Witch of Sorrow gazed at Luo Yan, a boundless hatred for “malice” buried deep within Its eyes, seemingly accumulated over thousands of years.

Luo Yan remained silent, but her eyes had already turned a deep crimson, and a hint of ice blue appeared in her hair.