Miss Luo Yan’s Feet Are Buried With Corpses v4c28

The God of Malice is Watching the Land: Chapter 28 Saintly Spirits

The oppressive “malice” contamination had brought the once glorious Old Noah to its current state of decline. When the second Calamity Tide arrived, even the white temple couldn’t avoid being submerged in the tide of “malice.”

The sky was still filled with black Manjusaka flowers and ghastly shadows, the battle between the two Gods hadn’t ended, and although the white temple was the last relatively safe place, it still bore the brunt of the impact.

Moreover, the remaining nine Saints had all been contaminated by “malice,” their lives entering an irreversible countdown.

What awaited them was only death or madness.

However, the Saints were prepared. If any Saint showed signs of falling into madness, the other Saints would do their best to kill him.

Then, the remaining eight Saints would commit suicide together, leaving no trace behind.

Whether it was their bodies, souls, or consciousness, they would completely annihilate themselves, leaving nothing behind.

Because if even one fell into madness, it meant that the other Saints didn’t have much time left either. In this situation, they could only choose to end themselves.

Otherwise… if even one crazed “Destruction” level Saint escaped, the damage to human civilization would be severe, and what was worse, if news of a Saint’s fall spread, it would definitely cause widespread panic.

The Saints didn’t dare to gamble.

Just like ascending the peak of the Holy Mountain, the stakes in their hands were too high, so they didn’t dare to push these chips onto the table.

However, even though the situation was this desperate, the Saints still held a faint, almost delusional hope in their hearts, hoping for a turning point.

The white temple was incredibly quiet, almost deathly silent.

This had lasted for a long time. The previous visit of the four “Destruction” level ability users was just a small ripple in the silence, returning to calmness after dissipating.

But… it seemed another ripple was about to appear.

However, it wasn’t quite a ripple, because… it was bigger.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Several consecutive loud bangs suddenly sounded, startling the half-slumbering Saints.

“What’s going on?”

The Saints opened their eyes, their gazes directed towards the entrance of the white temple.

The loud bangs seemed to come from right outside the door, as if someone was pounding on it.

But at this time, how could anyone come and pound on the door of the white temple…

With the strength of the two Primordial Demons, breaking through the temple gate didn’t require such “crude” actions, and the four “Destruction” level ability users shouldn’t do such a thing either.

So… could it be an illusion?

The Saints held their breath, staring at the door. They looked at each other, seeing the tension in each other’s eyes.

An illusion shouldn’t collectively appear like this…

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no second bang from outside the door.

“Could it be… just a prank by the Gods?”

Hui, the Sixth Saint, couldn’t help but ask, but after saying it, he himself felt it was impossible.

“…I don’t think so.”

The corner of Zang’s, the Second Saint’s, mouth twitched slightly. This kind of inexplicable matter, even thinking in the most absurd direction, it was difficult to reach a conclusion.

“It’s also possible that it’s just the aftershocks of the two Witches’ battle outside,” Jie, the Eighth Saint, shook his head. “Their fight has lasted for two years, without any sign of stopping.”

“Two years, for the Gods, is probably just a blink of an eye.”

Gu, the Twelfth Saint, sighed.

But for them, these two years felt longer than the past three hundred years.

The Saints were constantly on edge, worried about the two Primordial Demons in the Sanctuary, worried about the Calamity Tide outside, and the precarious human civilization.

Human civilization, reborn after the Calamity Tide, was now in a precarious state.

And they, as the Twelve Saints, could only sit here and wait for fate’s judgment. This was another kind of sorrow.

Just as the Saints were lamenting during this rare moment of awakening, another sound came from the door of the white temple, instantly attracting their attention.

However, this time, the sound from the door wasn’t a loud bang, but a faint buzzing.

The door… was actually trembling slightly!

All the Saints’ gazes fell upon the door, their breathing gradually quickening.

This ancient and heavy door was also protected by the world’s strongest sealing restrictions. It was hard to imagine what kind of force it was enduring for this to happen.

At the same time, a crack appeared in the sealed door, and a few beams of light squeezed through, as if someone was prying it open.

Who? Who could do such a thing? And who would do such a thing?

The gradually opening temple door was too shocking, so instead of fear, the Saints felt more confusion.

However, their confusion didn’t last long before they got their answer.

Because the other party opened the door very quickly. In a short while, under some immense force, the only entrance to this white temple, said to be beyond even the technology of the Old Era civilization, slowly opened.

And appearing at the doorway was Miss Luo Yan, whom the Saints had been thinking about.

As soon as Luo Yan opened the door, she saw nine pairs of eyes staring at her.

Although they had never met before, Luo Yan had long known about the situation within the white temple, and since the number matched, she recognized them as the remaining nine Saints.

“Greetings… Saints.”

Luo Yan blinked, then saw the bent door, and said with a hint of apology, “Actually, I knocked just now, but you didn’t seem to respond, so I could only come in myself.”

Hearing this, the Saints’ jaws almost dropped. What the hell, the loud bang at the door just now was actually knocking?

Who knocked on a door like that? It sounded like she was trying to tear it down!

That wasn’t right either, no one had ever knocked on the white temple’s door like this…

The white temple had a structure similar to a doorbell; the old Sword Saint and the others had used it to awaken the Saints before.

“I thought you were all dead, it’s good that you’re not.”

Luo Yan walked in, glanced back at the door, and said, “But this door doesn’t seem to be closing…”

The restriction on the temple door had been forcibly broken by some immense force, and its structure was designed to be unopenable when sealed, but Luo Yan ignored this design and forcibly opened the door.

In other words, the door was actually broken.

“It’s alright, Miss Luo Yan.”

Zang could only smile wryly, but he still gathered his spirits and looked directly at Luo Yan, “It seems Lin Qingfeng and the others succeeded and brought you back… However, have you inherited the Saint’s legacy now? How was the Saint in her final moments?”

Seeing Zang’s expectant gaze, a complex expression flickered in Luo Yan’s eyes, and she whispered,

“It can be considered a legacy. As for her… she was fine, very peaceful.”

After all, after Luo Yan left, the Saint’s remains were already in the most perfect state.

The Saints breathed a sigh of relief. Their biggest worry was that the Saint, after death, would transform into a terrifying Calamity monster, or become an accomplice of the corrupted Gods.

Even if Miss Luo Yan was lying, it was at least some psychological comfort.

“Have you seen the truth beyond the starry sky?” Another Saint asked, “Specifically… how much can you tell us?”

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

“I can’t say anything.”

Hearing this, the Saints gasped. Not being able to reveal anything meant that the cruelty of the truth far exceeded everyone’s imagination.

“Our human civilization…”

The Saints sighed, varying degrees of sorrow appearing on their faces.

For the Saint’s will, for the future of human civilization, they had sacrificed so much, yet now they received such despairing news.

“However, there will be a way to resolve it.” Luo Yan added, looking around, her gaze sweeping over all the Saints. “You all seem to be contaminated by ‘malice’?”

It could be seen that the Saints’ bodies had already undergone varying degrees of mutation, with various ugly and twisted limbs appearing; these were all signs of being contaminated by “malice.”

“Yes.” Zang nodded. “We are all dying, Miss Luo Yan. If there’s anything we can help you with, just say it.”

“No… I don’t need any help, perhaps the human civilization outside needs you more.”

Luo Yan’s expression became slightly serious, “At least for now, your contamination isn’t severe, and there’s still a way to save you.”

“Even if it’s not severe, ‘malice’ contamination is irreversible…”

Hui, the Sixth Saint, whispered, and the other Saints silently nodded.

Although only some of their limbs were mutated, seemingly just needing to be severed, this mutation was just the most severe part. Their entire bodies were contaminated by “malice,” just not to the point of mutation yet.

If it weren’t for the white temple itself having the function of suppressing “malice,” the Saints would have long ago become nine Calamity monsters surpassing “Destruction” level.

“Your souls haven’t been contaminated yet,” Luo Yan sat down and said seriously, “So there’s still hope.”

“Souls… you mean, abandoning our bodies?” Zang was stunned. “But human souls aren’t strong enough to exist independently after leaving the body. Even if you have a way to separate our bodies, but…”

“‘Envy’,” Luo Yan interrupted Zang, looked up at the Saints, her eyes instantly changing from pale red to a dazzling crimson, “True ‘Envy,’ the uncontaminated power, is called ‘Hope’.”

No human had ever seen uncontaminated divine power, because the Gods had been corrupted by “malice” a long, long time ago.

But Luo Yan had used it once, during the Yan City war. She used “Hope” to bring some deceased Yan City soldiers back to “life.”

Not by reconstructing their bodies and consciousness in a twisted way, but by strengthening their will, successfully allowing them to condense their souls, erupting with power far exceeding their own in their final moments.

Luo Yan called this ability “Heroic Spirit Transformation.”

The same method was still effective on the nine Saints, even more so.

The Saints’ will, needless to say, coupled with Luo Yan’s “Hope,” the strength of the souls they condensed would probably be unprecedented.

And the nine Saints could become the first batch of Heroic Spirits capable of long-term existence, not just a fleeting brilliance like the Yan City soldiers.

The Saints, gazed upon by Luo Yan’s eyes, could feel their consciousness constantly being strengthened, the strength of their souls increasing at an incredible speed, and a faint, holy white light emanated from their bodies.

However, unlike the Yan City soldiers, the Heroic Spirit Transformation wasn’t completed immediately.

Because the Saints were still alive, and their souls were far too powerful, the transformation required some time, and with the “malice” contamination, it wasn’t guaranteed to succeed.

If the “malice” contamination invaded their souls, then the Heroic Spirit Transformation would become a Calamity transformation.

“This, this is…”

Zang looked at his own hands, then at the other Saints, seeing the shock in their eyes.

At the same time, the scenery of the white temple around them was gradually engulfed, replaced by a bizarre illusion.

“Illusion’s ability?”

Zang recognized the power Luo Yan was currently using, and at the same time, he also saw the fluffy tail that appeared behind Luo Yan.

But he wasn’t surprised, his expression just became a bit more complex.

Illusion being a visitor from another world wasn’t a secret to these older Saints.

Her abilities simply couldn’t appear in this world, and even Ms. Lana, the artificial intelligence of the library, knew about this. There was no reason for the Saints who personally explored the library back then not to know.

Both Noah and Zang had searched for information about Illusion in the remaining archives of the Old Era, even seeing the silhouette of the fox demon, but ultimately gave up on investigating further.

Now it seemed that Illusion had accepted her past identity.

No wonder… she hadn’t appeared again afterwards.

“…Perhaps this is a good thing.” Zang thought to himself.

“This illusion can last for a long time. After you successfully condense your Heroic Spirits, activate this ‘key’.”

Luo Yan took out nine silver coins and tossed them to the Saints one by one. This was the last bit of money she had. “Outside this illusion is the Void. Only by activating the ‘key’ can you return to the present world.”

What Luo Yan didn’t say directly was that if the condensation failed, there was no need to activate the key.

The Saints who failed to condense, transforming into Calamity monsters, would be forever lost in the Void.

Even if she didn’t say it explicitly, the Saints could understand. They silently took the silver coins.

But when the Saints looked up to thank her, the silver-haired girl had already quietly left the illusion.

“She’s gone just like that…”

Zang suddenly felt a sense of melancholy and sighed,

“I didn’t expect that we, contaminated by ‘malice,’ would have a chance to survive, if it weren’t for… wait, what Miss? Her name… how…”

The Heroic Spirit Transformation process had already begun, and all the Saints entered a new round of slumber. They no longer had time to pursue their lost memories.

When they awakened again, everything… would return to the beginning.