Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 120 - : Twenty-two Devil

Chapter 120: Twenty-two Devil

Polluted Land.

A medium-sized pollutant aimlessly wandered through the Corpse Swamp, with each step, a layer of “grease” would slide off its body, leaving a thick “oil trail” as it moved.

It wandered like this until it reached the edge of a small hill made of corpse piles.

Medium-sized pollutants possessed a certain degree of intelligence.

But not much.

Therefore, it felt that something was off about the Corpse Mountain before its eyes, which didn’t quite seem like a natural product of the Polluted Land, but the overwhelming desire to feed still overpowered its limited intelligence, prompting it to stop thinking and head straight for the mound, burying its head into the mountain of corpses.

Soon, this silent place was filled with the cringe-inducing sound of chewing.

It gnawed at the remains of these pollutants, or rather, it fed.

In the Polluted Land, small (human)-sized pollutants provided nourishment for medium-sized pollutants, which in turn were the food for large pollutants, and large pollutants would, upon death, become food for numerous small pollutants.

This was a place with a strict hierarchy, and in the Polluted Land, nearly all creatures were bound to follow this law.

But this was only “nearly.”

While the medium-sized pollutant was happily feeding, the Corpse Mountain stirred.

In the next second, a giant net strung with numerous blades flew out from within the heaps, instantly shrouding the medium-sized pollutant and the knife blades embedded in the mesh pierced the creature’s body from every angle. A liquid, resembling both mud and oil, spurted out of the wounds.

Even with its limited intelligence, the medium-sized pollutant realized something was wrong.

It let out an indistinct roar, and then its body started writhing, with tendrils after tendrils growing out from its flesh, seemingly attempting to tear the net apart with these new appendages.

That’s when the specialized blades on the net came into effect.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of blades in the net operated at the same time, emitting even sharper and more grating metallic friction sounds. Hidden within the blades were even finer chainsaws, which now spun rapidly, transforming into multiple small Chainsaw Swords.

So many Chainsaw Swords operating at once dismembered all the tendrils derived from the medium-sized pollutant in an instant, shaving off nearly a quarter of its body as well.

It collapsed with a thunderous fall.

Before it could attempt to rise, one after another figure emerged from the swamp, each wearing a Devil mask and wielding larger Chainsaw Swords.

These people paid no heed to the medium pollutant’s resistance, nor cared whether it was still alive, simply moving silently to specific positions, swinging their Chainsaw Swords and beginning their work—dismemberment.

The medium-sized pollutant continued to struggle and roar, but none of the masked figures were affected, steadying their hands holding the Chainsaw Swords.

It was as if this wasn’t a slaughter but rather a job as normal as any other.

In less than ten minutes, the medium-sized pollutant was thoroughly dead, its massive body divided into countless pieces by the Devils.

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But the work was not over.

Afterward, the Devils cut the Corpse Blocks into sizes about half that of a person and then carried the pieces to a machine in the back that resembled a mixer.

In a sense, it indeed functioned as a mixer.

The Devil’s Army tossed those Corpse Blocks into the “mixer,” and then someone turned it on. Under the mechanical rumbling, the sound of Corpse Blocks being ground to sludge was audible.

Then, yellowish-gray grease started flowing out from the port on the other side, where a barrel was already in place, of course.

When the grease filled a barrel, someone would step forward to replace it with an empty one, then seal the filled barrel and affix a “Source Oil” label onto its side. Once they had ten barrels, they would transport them to the rear together.

This process went on for a full two hours, much longer than the time it took to hunt down the medium-sized infected creature itself.

During this time, members of the Devil’s Army stayed silent, as if they were performing a bizarre silent play, until the medium-sized infected creature was completely dismembered and entirely transformed into Source Oil.

A leading man raised his right arm high, and from beneath his fearsome Devil mask came a hoarse voice, “Check for infection.”

All members immediately started fiddling with their masks, initiating a “self-check.”

After about five minutes, all members raised their heads and gave a thumbs-up, signaling they weren’t infected.

The leader nodded in response and glanced at his deputy standing by his side. Seeing the deputy was also unharmed, he gave a hand signal, “Retreat.”

Then, the team took their haul for the day back to the camp.

The camp was also located in the Pollution Zone, but it had special Purification devices that allowed them to take off their masks.

“We have enough Source Oil for the month,” the leader said as he removed his mask upon returning to camp, speaking to his deputy. “The big guy we butchered today would have been enough to support a district in Lyra for half a year in the past.”

The deputy was a tall and slender woman. She did not immediately remove her mask but simply said faintly, “But now, it only lasts a month.”

The leader shrugged, “Can’t help it. Lyra is expanding, and more and more mechanized bodies and prosthetics are being created. They all need energy.”

The deputy said nothing but turned her head to gaze into the depths of the Polluted Land.

The leader knew what she was watching and said, “Don’t worry, we are still closing in. The Pioneers at the forefront can already see the marker from ten years ago. Once we deliver this batch of oil, we can rush over to assist.”

The woman was silent for a moment before whispering, “Ten years, it’s been ten years.”

“Yeah, a decade has been spent chasing the footsteps of that team,” the leader said. “Although among the reasons are that the team had the most advanced Purification devices of its time, and the devices were damaged in that mission, and since then we’ve never been able to replicate them, we’ve had to pay a greater price to push forward… However, aside from that, we’ve far surpassed them in other aspects. Yet we’ve had to chase the path they left behind for ten years. Fortunately, we’re about to catch up. I know you’ve waited a long time too, but this time, it really is just within reach, Ina.”

Ina didn’t speak, continuing to quietly look into the distance.

Not long after, a Devil member hurried over and handed the leader a piece of paper.

The leader unfolded the paper and glanced at it, his eyebrows immediately furrowing.

“It seems we have to put the advancement mission on hold for a while.”

Ina instantly turned her head to look at the leader.

The leader unfolded the paper and said, “A message from Bishop Hallman. He says… the Monster that hid itself away ten years ago has finally awakened.”

Ina immediately fell silent, but the leader could still feel the intensified breathing that even the thick Devil mask couldn’t hide.

The leader knew how long Ina had waited for this day.

After a long while, Ina raised her hand, and with a “click,” she removed her mask, revealing a face both exquisite and cold, like a chisel’s edge.

“Let me go back,” Ina said softly, “I just can’t… wait any longer.”