Great! I'm surrounded by villains!-Chapter 406 - 225: Dark Night

Not every question could be immediately answered. Although Mingyuan had accessed the memories of the Iron Blood Bishop, he couldn’t truly understand the impact that the events on Wizard Star had on him.

The Iron Blood Bishop ultimately did not answer the questions posed to him. Perhaps even he himself could not fathom the witch’s intentions.

These unsolved mysteries haunted him for years, occasionally turning into nightmares.

All he could do was execute as many people associated with the Witch Council as possible, as if by killing those connected to that planet, he could forever keep the secret.

However, there was now another person in the world who knew this secret.

He glared at Duan Mingyuan, furious yet powerless.

This time, no one appeared out of thin air to teach him how to deal with Duan Mingyuan.

As silence descended, both sides entered into a stalemate once again.

Finally, the indecisive Fu Ling broke the silence. "What do we do now?"

Unable to find a solution herself, she had no choice but to throw this difficult question to Duan Mingyuan.

Was it to murder and silence or to sit down and negotiate?

Neither option seemed capable of truly settling the matter, even without the Mind Reading Technique. She could tell what the Judgment Chief was thinking just by looking at him.

The first thing he would do once he regained his freedom would be to order the fleet to bombard the eco-ship and space station.

Fu Ling believed that with Mingyuan’s skills he could survive the bombardment, but the scholars who came for the meeting, as well as the important research results from the Department of Life Sciences, would all be destroyed in the barrage.

In this way, it seemed that the witch had achieved her goal.

"In light of the deep secret you’ve shared with me, I also plan to tell you something very important to you."

Mingyuan, who believed in reciprocation, found that besides his experiences of being captured and imprisoned on Wizard Star, there was another thing that had always troubled him in the memory vaults of the Iron Blood Bishop.

Saying this, Duan Mingyuan pointed at the eyes of the Iron Blood Bishop.

Seeing this, the latter suddenly startled, subconsciously reaching out to touch his right eye, which was perennially obscured by an eye patch.

This was another secret that must not see the light of day.

Everyone knew that the Iron Blood Bishop had lost an eye towards the end of the war on Wizard Star; for a warrior, it was a mark of honor, and even the current Pope expressed the highest respect upon seeing his injured right eye.

"While the wound left by the witch has been eroding the skin around your right eye, it actually hasn’t taken away your sight."

This was another secret known only to the Iron Blood Bishop himself. When Fu Ling heard it, her eyes widened in shock.

Her mentor had presided over three expert meetings to try and heal the bishop’s eye condition, specifically inviting the best scholars in the field.

Every one of them, upon seeing the bishop’s festering skin, had subconsciously assumed that the witch had stolen his sight, casting the world’s most malevolent curse on him.

However, she herself was not keen on delving into the secrets of the Iron Blood Bishop. The more she knew, the closer to death she was.

Just like the witch hunts, aside from the brainwashed lackeys, everyone inside the company knew what was really going on.

How many of them were truly witches, and how many were just stumbling blocks conveniently executed by the church, probably only the Ashen Church knew.

Yet Duan Mingyuan had opened up the heart of this Iron Blood Bishop, revealing all his secrets to everyone.

From the alternating flushes of purple and paleness on the bishop’s face, it was easy to see that his emotions were on the verge of collapse.

Fu Ling truly feared that the old man, in a fit of rage, might execute a self-destruction magic formula, dragging all those who knew the secret down with him.

"The witch’s curse not only did not take away your sight but also granted you a special vision that allows you to see what ordinary people cannot. That is, the scenes that you claim only the descendants of demons can see,"

In places where the Sun King’s brilliance cannot reach, demons twisted by darkness dwell.

Merely making eye contact with them was enough to fill the Iron Blood Bishop’s heart with terror.

Rather than face the demons directly, the Iron Blood Bishop chose to forever cover his right eye.

If he just shielded his gaze, he wouldn’t see those demons writhing in unknown space anymore.

Over the years that followed, the Iron Blood Bishop never ceased searching for that witch.

"Dark Night."

When Duan Mingyuan uttered those two words, the bishop’s only remaining eye filled with bloodshot veins.

His memories of Dark Night traced back to earlier last year, when he had followed the clues left by the Witch Council to a desolate and barren planet and, in a fair battle, had his right eye taken by the Dark Night Witch.

"She’s currently aboard the flagship of the Jean-Saintfield Family, heading straight for your headquarters. If you retrace your course now, you might just manage to meet her."

This was the news that the Iron Blood Bishop had been obsessing over.

He relived his final battle with the Dark Night Witch almost every day, recalling every detail of the fight, as he prepared to take his revenge the next time they met.

Duan Mingyuan greatly admired the bishop’s persistence, yet he remained cautious about their second duel.

The memory cache of the Iron Blood Bishop also revealed a regrettable fact: since the war on Wizard Star ended, he had been making no progress, his powers significantly weakened by age and his vision ailment.

Yet, the witch didn’t need to adhere to the natural laws of life and death.

This was a boon from the Void Demon to them.

"Do you think I would believe you?"

The moment Duan Mingyuan turned away, the Iron Blood Bishop shouted angrily.

He suddenly realized that from the start to the end, Duan Mingyuan had never considered him an equal. The other man had just barged into his mind, unearthed all his secrets, and was now planning to leave without even delivering a final strike.

This reminded him of the days he was imprisoned by the witch on Wizard Star.

It was an unerasable disgrace.

With all his might, the Iron Blood Bishop reached for the scepter on the ground, ignoring the agony throughout his body, summoned all his Scorching Sun Power, willing to burn everything to ashes rather than let Duan Mingyuan leave so easily.

He lifted the scepter high, his eyes fixed on the brilliant red gem, and then slammed the scepter into the ground with force.

With the energy he had left, he could only create a damaged Inherent Barrier.

Without knowing the ins and outs of Duan Mingyuan, such a rash attack was bound to fail.

But what of it?

He gripped the scepter tightly, and from applying too much force, he heard his bones creaking as he roared desperately, as if doing so could bring him courage.

Perhaps, he should have done the same on Wizard Star.

—"Don’t run, face me!"

"Clang."

That was the sound of the scepter hitting the floor.

The Iron Blood Bishop was slightly dazed, and when he came to his senses, he found himself sitting in the seat that symbolized the authority of the Judgment Chief.

It seemed as if something had been forgotten.

He looked at his right hand, which was tightly holding the scepter, but no matter how hard he pondered, he couldn’t fill the blanks in his memory.

On the table were the remains of snacks, as well as red leaf tea from his hometown.

It looked as if he had just entertained a significant guest.

Shortly after, a subordinate walked in respectfully and reported.

"Judgment Chief, the guest has left."

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