Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 263: Eighty-two Let me take over_2

Chapter 263: Eighty-two Let me take over_2

Ina couldn’t help thinking this, and then she really remembered something.

A long time ago, her father had taken her and her brother to the Sky Tower.

She was very young then, and she only remembered her father holding her brother’s hand and carrying her in his other arm, as if he was showing off the whole world, while he introduced them to this towering Sky Tower.

“We’ll get as many inside as we can, it’s better than just watching from the outside!”

“Doing that will only sacrifice our last hope!”

As the argument between the two became more intense, Ina suddenly spoke up, “No, there’s another way.”

Everyone looked at her.

Ina unfolded the map and pointed to an unmarked corner, saying, “Here, there should be a passage, one that leads directly to the top floor.”

“Directly to the top floor?” The subordinate was surprised. “Is there really such a passage? But how do you know about it?”

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“…Because this was once a special passage for Night Star,” Ina said softly. “According to the rules, in special circumstances, Night Star’s Knights could bypass all procedures and directly face the Bishop of the Sky Tower.”

The Devil Knights looked at each other, puzzled.

“But that was over a decade ago, I’m not sure if that passage was abolished after Night Star was disbanded… No, it won’t be.” Ina’s eyes gradually firmed up, “It must still be there, let’s head to that place, this is… an order!”

When Ina gave the command in an unquestionable tone, all the Knights stopped arguing and saluted in unison, “Yes!”

Ina nodded without a change in expression, but she was praying inside.

Please still be there.

This is really our last hope.

Fortunately, twenty minutes later, they arrived at the location on the map.

And the passage, indeed, was still there.

Only…

“What is this?!”

The Devil Knight who entered the passage first cried out in surprise.

Ina followed immediately, and upon witnessing the scene inside the passage, her eyes widened as well.

Because there were Servants of God in the passage.

But, they were all dead Servants of God.

They were piled densely in the passage, their bodies mangled as if put through a meat grinder, leaving the entire passage in shambles, with the viscous liquid that could be either minced flesh or blood flowing down the stairs.

“How could this be?!”

“Who did this?”

“Why aren’t they regenerating?”

A series of questions arose in everyone’s mind.

But what surprised Ina the most was.

Who else, besides her, would know about this passage now?

Not a single person among the Devil Knights knew.

Could it be…

Her eyes widened, and then she immediately drew the Blazing Fire Sword and charged forward without hesitation.

…

Oliver opened his eyes, looking at the figure slowly approaching him.

“Oh, you came after all,” Oliver said lightly.

Gerard stopped in front of Oliver.

At this moment, vapor was emanating from his whole body, a side effect of ‘Overload’.

Gerard’s clothes were also smeared with the flesh and blood of the Servants of God, and the Chainsaw Sword that had cut through those remains was still trembling faintly, making him look not like a warrior but a butcher.

But even with such an appearance, compared to Oliver, he was just a minor figure.

Oliver’s body was completely stretched out.

Like a huge human skin with organs scattered underneath, hanging from this skin, it was a horrifying sight.

Yet Oliver’s facial expression was very calm, as if he felt no pain at all.

“I thought you’d leave,” said Oliver. “This city is no longer your concern, right?”

Gerard looked into Oliver’s eyes: “Did you really think I would leave?”

“Heh,” Oliver laughed, “Okay, I have to admit, I’m not surprised you’re here. You’ve always been like this… stubborn, stubborn to the point you can’t see the situation clearly, can’t see the future. Just like now, you come here, sacrificing your life, and for what? It’s pointless.”

“Is it?”

“Isn’t it?” Oliver twisted his body, causing his skin-like flesh to emit a tearing sound as if it would rip apart the next moment, but there was no change in his expression, always wearing that mocking smile, “Now, you’re still fighting for Lyra, but where is the meaning? All these years you’ve persevered, will anyone thank you? Will the Lyra God thank you, or will the people of Lyra thank you?”

He raised his voice gradually.

“No one will, Gerard, no one. Because in the rules of Lyra, you’re not a hero, you’re just a tool, just a part that’s always doing its job. Do you thank a machine part? Do you thank a wrench you’ve used for over ten years? No, you don’t, because it’s just its job. If it works, good; if not, it’s discarded. Under these unchanging rules, day in, day out, year after year, the people of Lyra have no wealth, no future, not even the ambition to advance. We are born as parts and we die as parts, all of it is just to keep the city of Lyra running, to let the Lyra God live!”

With the last words, Oliver was roaring.

Oliver laid bare the underlying logic of the lowest levels of Lyra City’s operation in this manner, hoping to see shock or anger on Gerard’s face.