Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 264: Eighty-two Let me take over_3

Chapter 264: Eighty-two Let me take over_3

But Gerard’s face showed only calm.

“Oh… it seems you already knew,” Oliver slowly regained his composure, “but that’s to be expected, after all, with so many clues in your possession and with your intelligence, it would be impossible not to figure it out.”

Yes, Gerard had long known the operational logic of Lyra City.

Fundamentally speaking, Lyra City was a city created by the Lyra God to sustain life.

He built His vital organs into tall towers and then used the people of Lyra to connect them.

Every citizen of Lyra was like the blood rushing through the body of this giant.

The streets and gear tracks connecting each tower were the blood vessels.

The grievously wounded Lyra God chose to live in this manner, using human effort to replace His organs that could not be restored.

Thus, He implanted the Rule into the minds of every Lyra citizen, forbidding them to leave, forbidding them to do anything unnecessary.

To stay alive, what He needed most was order and stability.

“Since you know all this, then you should understand that I am the one seeking a new future for this city,” Oliver said, looking into Gerard’s eyes with a mocking smile, “but you still oppose me. You refuse to let this city embrace the future, you refuse to let its people embrace the future, all for that pitiful loyalty in your heart… You’re too selfish, Gerard.”

“Perhaps I am,” Gerard quietly said, “but if you knew the true workings of this city, why didn’t you say it yesterday? Why not tell all the people of Lyra?”

Oliver’s smile paused for a moment.

“Is it that you don’t want to say, or that you know you can’t say?” Gerard continued, “The Lyra God is a broken body, and so this new god, the so-called God of Eternal Life that you speak of, born from the body of Lyra, isn’t He flawed as well? Doesn’t He need the people of Lyra to maintain His body?”

Gerard paused.

“If He doesn’t need them, why then does He frantically devour the corpses from the Polluted Land?”

“Oliver, stop with your sanctimonious talk.”

“What you really want, you’ve already said it yourself.”

Gerard looked into Oliver’s eyes, speaking word by word.

“All that you’ve done is just to cover up your so-called ‘unbridled ambition.'”

“You support the new god only to gain a share of Lyra’s power.”

“You don’t care where the future of Lyra is headed, nor do you care whether the God of Eternal Life is a violent or a benevolent deity.”

“What concerns you is only yourself.”

“Otherwise, why would you let people call you—’under the crown’?”

“Lyra, after all, has no Pope.”

But as Gerard finished speaking, the smile on Oliver’s face had completely vanished.

He looked at Gerard’s left eye and said gently, “Can that eye really let you see so far?”

“This eye has indeed helped me a lot,” Gerard said, “I’d still be wandering in the fog without it.”

“Is that so? Do you think that now you have stepped out of the fog?” Oliver’s body emitted a tearing sound once more as he reconstituted himself into a whole, regaining his own power, causing his body to arch upwards, allowing him to look down upon Gerard, “Do you think you’ve pierced through the true nature of this world, seen the future of Lyra?”

Gerard shook his head: “No, I still can’t see the future.”

“Heh, it’s not that you can’t see it; it’s that Lyra City itself has no future,” Oliver said. “They are too close to God, truly too close. Never has any congregation been so deeply influenced by the deity as the people of Lyra. One day they might believe in order and the Rule because of Lyra’s presence, and the next day, they might believe in ambition and freedom because of the ascension of the new god. They think it’s their advancement, but it’s not, it’s really not, they’re just evolving from one tool to another.”

“No past, no future!”

“Who else but I could be God in such a place?”

He roared loudly, his words seemingly taking on an air of divinity.

Eternal Life had already gained the upper hand; he began retrieving some of the power he had earlier released.

And so he regained his vision.

He saw the citizens of Lyra running wildly towards the outskirts of the city.

He saw Lyra City engulfed in raging flames.

He saw the Lyra God, already battered and on the verge of complete collapse.

He saw Eternal Life ruthlessly tearing at the body of the Lyra God.

And he saw, in the secret passage to the top level, Devil Knights wielding Blazing Fire Swords cutting through obstacles, slaying one after another Servant of God blocking their path, charging towards this place, led by Gerard’s daughter.

Everything about this city.

Was in his grasp.

Oliver revealed a smile of disdain, and then withdrew his vision.

Next, he saw a roaring Chainsaw Sword coming straight towards him.

With a squelch,

Gerard plunged the Chainsaw Sword right into Oliver’s head.

“Ah ahh ahh ahh ahh!”

Oliver let out a bloodcurdling scream.

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He wanted to fight back, but then he heard four sounds.

Gerard had found four steel bars and nailed his limbs to the ground.

“Gerard!”

Oliver wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the roaring Chainsaw Sword tore his entire head apart.

Although the power of Eternal Life allowed him to heal quickly, as soon as he healed, he was torn apart again.

This caused Oliver unbearable pain.

He simply couldn’t die, not that he couldn’t feel pain.

“What the future looks like, I truly cannot see,” Gerard stepped over Oliver’s body and walked toward the two hearts, “but I have seen what the past was like.”

He stood in front of the two hearts, his body emitting a “sizzling” sound, as if ignited.

This scene suddenly filled Oliver with a sense of heart palpitations.

What was he about to do?!

What was that… power?!

Gerard looked at the two hearts and said softly.

“You were right to say that if the people of this city can only live as parts forever, there indeed would be no future.” He raised his hand and reached toward the hearts, “Being too close to God, indeed is not a good thing.”

…

Outside the Sky Tower, the God of Eternal Life, who was nearly about to completely kill Lyra, suddenly felt something, abruptly raised its head, and looked toward the Sky Tower.

In that moment, Its face, unclear in appearance, surprisingly showed a human-like fear.

It immediately dropped the dying Lyra and charged toward the Sky Tower, roaring.

…

“Phut.”

Oliver violently wrested his head from the Chainsaw Sword, and then he roared at Gerard’s back.

“You want to sever Lyra’s connection with God?!”

“Have you gone mad?!”

What responded to him was Gerard’s body gradually disintegrating.

…

The Sky Tower was shaking.

The passageway inside was no different, as if it might collapse at any time.

And Ina, who was about to reach the top, suddenly clutched at her chest.

She felt something, an intense unease that almost tore her heart apart.

This familiar feeling.

Could it be…

She abandoned the enemies in front of her and desperately rushed toward the top.

“Vice-Captain! You can’t go forward anymore!”

Ina didn’t pay any heed.

It can’t be, it can’t be, it can’t be.

She just kept repeating these three words in her mind.

Finally, she reached the top.

And then she saw that figure, already completely engulfed in flames.

“Father!”

She screamed with all her might.

But all that returned to her was a smile.

With a “bang,” the passageway completely collapsed, blocking the last route.

…

“Ah.”

A soft sigh.

“It is done.”

“Let me take it from here.”