Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 405 Dark Night
Not every question can be answered immediately. Although Duan Mingyuan read the memory of the Iron-Blooded Bishop, he could not empathize with the impact of the Wizard Star's experience on him.

The Iron-Blooded Bishop ultimately did not answer the question he raised. Perhaps even he himself could not know the witch's intentions.

These unsolved mysteries have troubled him for years and turned into nightmares from time to time.

All he could do was to kill as many people as possible who were related to the Wizarding Society, as if by killing those who were related to that planet, he could keep the secret forever.

But now, there is one more person in the world who knows the truth.

He glared at Duan Mingyuan angrily, but was powerless to do anything about it.

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

As silence fell, the two sides once again entered a stalemate.

Finally, the undecided Fuling broke the silence, "What should we do now?"

After much thought, she could only throw this difficult problem to Duan Mingyuan to solve.

Should we kill the witness to silence him, or sit down and negotiate?
Neither of these seemed to be able to truly put the matter to rest. Even without the ability to read minds, she could tell what the judge was thinking through his eyes.

The first thing he did once he was free was to order the fleet to bombard the eco-ship and the space station.

Fuling believed that Duan Mingyuan could survive the bombardment with his abilities, but the scholars who came to attend the conference and the important research results of the life science department would all be burned in the bombardment.

It seems that the witch has achieved her goal.

"Since you have revealed such a secret to me, I am also going to tell you a piece of news that is very important to you."

Duan Mingyuan believed in reciprocity, and in the Iron-Blooded Bishop's treasure trove of memories, in addition to the experience of being captured and imprisoned on the Wizard Star, he had always had another knot in his heart.

As he spoke, Duan Mingyuan pointed at the Iron-blooded Bishop's eyes.

Seeing this, the latter was suddenly startled, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his right eye, which had been obscured by a blindfold for many years.

This is another dark secret.

Everyone knows that the Iron-Blooded Bishop lost an eye at the end of the war on Wizard Star. For a warrior, this is a medal that symbolizes glory. Even the current Pope expressed the highest respect when he saw his injured right eye.

"Although the wound left by the witch has been eroding the skin around your right eye, it has not actually taken away your vision."

This is another secret that only the Iron-Blooded Bishop himself knows. When Fuling heard it, she was also stunned.

In order to cure the bishop's eye disease, her mentor hosted three expert meetings and invited the best scholars in this field.

When everyone saw the bishop's festering skin, they would subconsciously think that the witch had taken away his eyesight and cast the most vicious spell in the world on him.

However, she herself was not keen on exploring the secrets of the Iron-Blooded Bishop himself. The more she knew, the closer she would be to death.

Just like a witch hunt, everyone in the company knows what is going on, except for those brainwashed lackeys.

How many of them are real wizards, and how many are just stumbling blocks executed by the church? Perhaps only the Church of Embers itself knows.

However, Duan Mingyuan opened up the heart of this iron-blooded bishop and revealed all the secrets he knew in public.

It was not difficult to tell from the bishop's face, which was turning blue and purple, that his emotions were on the verge of collapse.

Fuling was really afraid that the old man would get so angry that he would come up with some self-destruction ritual to kill himself and take all the people who knew the secret with him.

"The witch's spell not only did not take away your eyesight, but instead gave you a special vision that allows you to see things that ordinary people cannot see, which is the scene that you believe only the descendants of the devil can see."

Where the light of the Sun King cannot reach, there dwell twisted demons in the darkness.

Just looking them in the eye was enough to fill the Iron-blooded Bishop's heart with fear.

Rather than facing the devil head-on, the Iron-Blooded Bishop chose to cover his right eye forever.

As long as the sight is blocked, the demons wriggling in the unknown space will no longer be seen. In the many years that followed, the Iron-blooded Bishop never stopped searching for that witch.

"Dark night."

When Duan Mingyuan said these two words, the bishop's only remaining eye was filled with bloodshot.

His memory of the Dark Night dates back hundreds of years. He followed the clues left by the wizards and came to a desolate and barren planet. Then, in an open battle, his right eye was taken away by the Dark Night Witch.

"She is now on the flagship of the Jean-Saintfield family, heading straight for your base camp. If you return now, you may be able to meet her in time."

This is the news that the Iron-Blooded Bishop has been thinking about.

He relived the decisive battle with the Dark Night Witch almost every day, recalling all the details of the battle, so that he could take revenge on her personally when they met next time.

Duan Mingyuan admired the Iron-Blooded Bishop's determination, but he was reserved about their second fight.

The memory trove of the Iron-Blooded Bishop also revealed a regrettable fact. Since the end of the war on the Wizard Star, he has been stagnant. Even because of his age and eye disease, his strength is not as good as before.

But witches do not need to follow the natural laws of birth, aging, sickness and death.

This is the gift from the Void Demon to them.

"Do you think I will believe you?"

Seeing Duan Mingyuan turning around, the Iron-Blooded Bishop shouted angrily.

He suddenly realized that Duan Mingyuan never seemed to regard him as an equal opponent from the beginning to the end. The other party just broke into his brain, found out all the secrets, and then planned to turn around and leave, not even planning to give him the final blow.

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

That is a shame that cannot be washed away.

The Iron-blooded Bishop stretched out his hand to the scepter on the ground with all his strength, ignoring the pain all over his body, and mobilized all the energy of the scorching sun. Even if he would be burned to death, he would not let Duan Mingyuan leave like this.

He raised the scepter in his hand, stared at the bright red gem, and smashed the scepter to the ground.

With the energy he has left, he can only create a broken inherent barrier.

Without knowing Duan Mingyuan's background, such a rash attack would not be effective.

But so what?
He gripped the scepter so tightly that he heard his bones crackling. He roared desperately, as if this would give him courage.

Maybe he should have done the same when he was on the Wizard Star.

——"Don't try to escape, face me!"

"when."

This is the slight sound made by the scepter falling to the ground.

The Iron-blooded Bishop was in a trance. When he came to his senses, he found himself sitting on the seat that symbolized the authority of the presiding judge.

It seems like something has been forgotten.

He looked at his right hand which was tightly holding the scepter, but no matter how hard he thought, he could not fill the blank in his memory.

On the table were leftover snacks and red leaf tea from his hometown.

It looked as if he had just welcomed a distinguished guest.

Soon, his subordinates came in respectfully and reported to him.

"Your Excellency, the guest has left."

(End of this chapter)