Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 269: Eighty-four Welcome to my home_2
Chapter 269: Eighty-four Welcome to my home_2
Bai Wei paused slightly.
He felt something for a moment and then chuckled lightly.
“So that’s how it is,” he murmured.
“This city is not just yours, Gerard.”
…
Fifth Zone.
Yuri felt the Order Sword in his hands become stable and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Sorry, Captain,” a Knight by his side began slowly, his voice exceptionally hoarse, “I’m useless, can’t hold onto the sword.”
Yuri shook his head: “It’s not your fault; the situation has changed… You’ve done your best.”
Thanks to Eternal Life’s massive size, the Devil Knights in the Fifth Zone could also see clearly what the new god was up to.
They saw everything.
The fallen Lyra, the collapsing Sky Tower, the crazed new god.
And the Order Sword that had become the embodiment of a divine being.
It was after Lyra turned into the Order Sword that this one also changed, as if resonating with its main body.
So when Yuri saw Eternal Life on the verge of breaking free from the other Order Sword, he felt something and immediately pushed open the gate on this side. Sure enough, he discovered that this Order Sword was also on the brink of collapse, and the Knight holding it could hardly maintain control.
Although this Knight had been here for less than five minutes, far from the ten-minute limit.
Yuri didn’t hesitate. He rushed in, stepping over the bodies of dozens of fallen comrades to assist the Devil Knight in regaining control of the Order Sword that was growing loose.
But this also meant that he was entering the final ten minutes of his life.
However, he didn’t say much, just held the sword in one hand and twisted the emergency device on his neck with the other.
Another Devil Knight saw Yuri set the timer to five minutes, just like himself.
“Captain…” the Devil Knight began with difficulty, “You still have ten minutes.”
Yuri shook his head: “Not anymore, I didn’t start timing before entering, and I don’t know how much time I’ve wasted, so syncing with you is the safest.”
The Devil Knight opened his mouth to say something but didn’t speak. Yuri only heard a heavy, hoarse panting beneath the mask.
Yuri understood that his contamination status was also very severe.
So he glanced at the other’s armband and knew his identity.
“Carlos?”
“Yes, Captain, it’s me,” Carlos responded painfully.
Yuri was surprised; he instantly recalled the scene from several days ago when dozens of Devil Knights were killed by the emergency device, and Carlos bellowed in the crowd.
“Fuck this, even if I die, I don’t want to die by this damn thing’s hand!”
He was about to remove his mask and commit suicide then but was eventually restrained by others.
Carlos could be said to be the person in the Devil’s Army who hated the emergency device the most.
But now, he stood here, listening to the deathly ticking of the emergency device.
Though Yuri didn’t speak, Carlos seemed to guess something through his silence and let out a hoarse chuckle.
“I really hate this thing,” Carlos lightly tapped the emergency device with his finger, “but I am not afraid of death… What I hate more is dying without understanding why.”
“I know.”
Yuri looked at the headless bodies at his feet, who, even though they had fallen, still unconsciously crowded around the Order Sword as if longing to hold it aloft even after death.
“Whether inside this room or outside,” Yuri said softly, “none of us are afraid to die; there are none who fear death among the Devil Knights.”
Carlos laughed again.
But in the few moments of conversation, Carlos’s condition worsened, and he began to cough desperately, as if the sound contained the taste of blood.
“I won’t last five minutes, Captain,” Carlos rested his hand on the emergency device, “I’m going to go first.”
Yuri nodded: “Okay, I’ll be right behind you.”
As Yuri finished speaking, Carlos zeroed out the emergency device.
And then with a “click,” he too fell.
But before he went down, another Knight had entered, taking over his position almost indistinguishably.
“How many are left outside?” asked Yuri.
“Thirteen,” the Knight responded.
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“Only thirteen left, huh…”
Yuri coughed out loud, his throat full of coagulated blood.
He knew then that his contamination level had worsened.
The ten minutes that were originally expected, he could no longer withstand.
And the Pollution Sword in his hand started to grow restless again after a brief moment of stability. Even as Yuri and the new Knight both exerted their force to control it, they couldn’t stop the cracks from spreading like spiderwebs on the ground each time the sword shook violently.
“Captain, this…”
Yuri furrowed his brows tightly.
He suddenly had a strong premonition.
This was the end.
It was the last struggle of that insane new god, although Yuri did not know what could possibly threaten Him now, especially since even the Lyra God had fallen.
But.
He just felt that this was the divine’s last act of defiance.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be so frantic.
So he made a snap decision and used all his strength to yell out to the thirteen Knights who were on standby outside the room.
“Everyone, get in here!”
The Knights outside hesitated for a moment.
“Quick!” Yuri shouted again.
This time, the Knights didn’t hesitate; they had had enough time to prepare mentally, so they rushed in.
Upon entering, they found that Yuri didn’t need to explain much because the reaction of the Order Sword was explanation enough.
It was twisting madly as if an invisible, giant hand had landed on the hilt, desperately trying to pull it out.
That frenzied effort was like that of a pig… struggling under the butcher’s knife.
But everyone knew that it wasn’t a pig that was struggling.
…
Eternal Life had a premonition of something.
As a god, although His body was incomplete and His mind was not whole, like a beast,
it did not mean He could not sense danger.
And now, He felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.
It was a greater crisis than His unconscious struggle in the Polluted Land, greater than when He fought with the Lyra God.
It was like the butcher’s knife resting on His neck.
He felt,
He was going to die.
Thus, He struggled wildly, roaring.
His immense and terrifying power spread wantonly, causing the sky and earth to change color, and even the Order Sword, which was comprised of the body of the Lyra God, began to shatter inch by inch.
Finally, with a loud noise,
the Order Sword finally broke free.
Eternal Life frenziedly pulled the Order Sword that had pierced through His entire body and instinctively slashed towards the teetering Sky Tower.
But, all of this had already been captured within that star-like pupil.
The pupil moved slightly.
The Order Sword split the Sky Tower in two.
But that eye also began to slowly close.
The fearsome and terrible form disappeared from view.
“It’s over,”
he murmured softly.
…
In a blinding white light, the gear train slowly came to a stop at the platform.
The doors opened, and an older Knight stepped out from the carriage.
He looked somewhat bewildered, his gaze sweeping over the various parts of the station platform.
It finally rested on the sign ahead.
It read Rim Station.
He was slightly dazed.
At that moment, the white light that filled the world flashed again, causing him to squint involuntarily. When he opened his eyes again, he found that ‘Rim’ on the sign had been replaced with another word—Hero.
He seemed to remember something, contemplating.
Then, a voice rang out beside him: “What a monotonous place.”
He was taken aback, then turned his head to look at the young man who had suddenly appeared beside him.
He was certain he had never seen this person before.
But somehow, he felt that the other party was familiar, as if he had known him for a long time.
“Do you want to show me around?” the man pointed towards the road behind the platform, “Or shall I say, allow me to accompany you on this last journey?”
He cocked his head to one side, then seemed to recall something.
“No problem.” Gerard gestured invitingly, “Welcome to my home, Visas.”
