Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 266: Eighty-three, I command you to die for me (5K)_2

Chapter 266: Eighty-three, I command you to die for me (5K)_2

Bai Wei’s words carried a sense of regret.

Oliver lifted his head again upon hearing this, but this time he looked towards Bai Wei.

However, in his field of vision, he still saw Gerard.

It should have been Gerard, it truly was Gerard.

But that gaze, that tone, that demeanor, they were not something Gerard could pull off.

“You…” Oliver tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, and asked softly, “Who are you, exactly?”

Bai Wei didn’t answer, merely continuing to watch the battle outside.

Clearly, the battle had not ended.

The God of Eternal Life, cut in half, shakily stood up again, and the Divine Blood, which had dyed a sector of the city, boiled like water at this moment.

Lyra had already sensed something and immediately swung the Chainsaw Sword in her hand.

Under Her guidance, countless metal components from all over the city converged, swiftly covering Her body, attempting to mold for Her a metallic frame.

Just like the image She had always shown to the world.

Unfortunately, the God of Eternal Life moved faster.

Those boiling streams of Divine Blood also shot towards Lyra from all directions.

In an instant, Lyra’s divine body was pierced by thousands of blood lines.

The metal components that had yet to cover Her body scattered, She helplessly collapsed to the ground, the tide of offense and defense changing in a blink.

“A dead god wishes to live, a living god does not want to die.” Bai Wei shook his head lightly, “Thus, one disregards life, the other cherishes it… the outcome of this battle is predetermined.”

“…Who, exactly, are you?” Oliver asked again.

“Does it really matter who I am?”

Bai Wei still did not answer, his gaze unwavering, always fixed on the two Divine beings in the distance, his tone as casual as that of a retired old man.

Yet in stark contrast was his body… no, to be precise, his soul.

Oliver, now possessing a fraction of Divinity, could distinctly feel that Gerard’s life force was rapidly fading.

His soul was like a piece of dry wood burning, turning to ash at a visible rate.

It was as if… he was self-immolating.

But it was this very man, self-immolating, who now casually chatted with him, commenting on the battle of All Gods not far away.

This filled Oliver with immense absurdity… and fear.

He struggled to stand up.

The battle between the God of Eternal Life and Lyra had not yet ended, and his fight should not end either.

If only he killed Gerard, then everything would…

“A splurch.”

A steel pipe impaled through Oliver’s throat and once again pinned his head firmly to the wall behind.

“Behave yourself,” Bai Wei said indifferently, not even glancing at him, “I don’t have the time to care for you right now.”

With his throat pierced, he couldn’t speak at all, and what scared him even more was that his attempts to heal the wound had failed.

An attack casually thrown by Bai Wei made it impossible for him to recover!

Why… why was this?

Bai Wei still offered no explanation, only silently watching the distant battlefield, then softly said, “Being the God of Killing is quite the physical task.”

His left eye, as dazzling as the stars, was at this moment reflecting the God of Eternal Life’s incessant assaults on Lyra.

“I need to concentrate more.”

…

This battle was not only being watched by Bai Wei.

Those from Lyra who had escaped to safety were also watching.

They had never witnessed a battle between gods.

Such a battle made their hearts palpitate.

They saw their homeland crumbling amidst huge roars.

Saw everything they knew vanishing into smoke.

This instilled in them immense fear.

Yet in their fear, facing those two powerful Divine beings, they instinctively put their trust in the more familiar one.

That was Lyra, who also wielded metal, fighting like a warrior.

The madness of the previous night was washed away by today’s events, and now they just wanted to return to their former peaceful days, or even back to yesterday, to the frenzied referendum.

Because everything shown by the God of Eternal Life filled them with dread.

Thus, they placed their last hopes on the deity who had once been their faith, who had given them everything.

If only Lyra could win, then couldn’t everything return to the way it was before?

That’s what they thought.

But they only saw Lyra’s body explode once more, bursting into a shower of blood.

Clearly, these were the blood lines that had earlier pierced Her body.

The God of Eternal Life kept infusing His power into Lyra’s body, which Lyra tried to expel, but the God of Eternal Life attacked like a mad dog.

Even though She kept swinging the massive Chainsaw Sword, cutting the God of Eternal Life into pieces time and time again, it was useless as He could divide into countless parts and continue His assault.

Eventually, Lyra’s massive body fell with a thunderous sound, and the God of Eternal Life, now split into pieces, swarmed over, frenziedly gnawing at Lyra’s body.

Lyra couldn’t muster a single ounce of strength to resist, and Her hand, barely lifted, was swiftly gnawed away as well.

She was like livestock at the mercy of butchers.

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At that moment, countless people from Lyra collapsed.

They knelt on the ground, wailing and weeping, they battered their heads in desperation, some even committing suicide, just to stop it all, but to no avail.

Lyra was dying.

…

“It’s over,” Bai Wei said softly, “The Old God still couldn’t defeat the new god, could He?”