Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 256 - : Seventy-nine, I want to make a final deal with you_2
Chapter 256: Seventy-nine, I want to make a final deal with you_2
Even the mere thought of such an outcome sent shivers down the spines of the few squad leaders present.
“Where is the minister?” Chamos looked again to the vigil knight.
And the knight smiled bitterly once again: “The minister isn’t here either.”
Rein clenched his fist tighter.
“…Go to his house and find him, now,” Chamos said calmly, “we need to at least inform him of the current situation.”
The skeletal knight nodded over and over and then quickly left.
“What about us?” Rein asked, “We have to do something, don’t we? Which side do we go to save first?”
Chamos shook his head: “No, it’s too late to save anyone now.”
“Too late to save anyone?” Rein asked, “What does that mean?”
“It means what it says,” Chamos looked into Rein’s eyes, pausing after each word, “We are short-handed and there’s no way to save those who have already encountered misfortune. What we need to do now is to prevent new disasters from happening as much as possible. We must let the whole Lyra… at least let people know what is happening tonight as soon as possible. The revelry needs to stop, and those devices related to the… Old Gods must also cease to operate immediately.”
“Including the gear train?”
“The gear train most importantly,” said Chamos, “it absolutely cannot be used anymore… no, that won’t do.”
As he spoke, he suddenly shook his head and then muttered.
“The gear train still needs to be used, otherwise, we have no way to spread the message to each part of Lyra in the shortest time. So the gear train must be used, by… our own people.”
The other two squad leaders exchanged glances when they heard this but said nothing, only nodding.
“But that’s still not enough,” Chamos said, “we also need to get in touch with Bishop Oliver…”
As he said this, Chamos subconsciously paused.
If everything that happened tonight was the price for deicide,
Then had Bishop Oliver, who first proposed the deicide, anticipated all of this?
The thought had just popped into Chamos’s mind when he hastily dismissed it.
Because he knew that there was no extra time to think about these things that couldn’t be answered in the short term, not to mention that Lyra right now… was killing people.
“We’re still understaffed,” Chamos said softly, “So we have to send someone to contact the Devil’s Army.”
“The Devil’s Army?”
“Let them enter the city again,” Chamos said deliberately, “Right now, only the organized Devil’s Army can stop this…”
Before he could finish, the doors to the Skeletal Headquarters were pushed open again, and the three squad leaders turned their heads to see a fully armed Devil Knight rushing in.
“Orders from Bishop Weisen!” the Devil Knight shouted at the three squad leaders, “Skeleton Corps! We need your assistance!”
…
In the Fifth Zone, Yuri, looking at Bishop Weisen sitting in front of him, struggling to maintain his trembling body, felt a hint of respect.
This bishop, who had been jostled in the Thought Amber for ten years, was near physical and mental collapse when he emerged from the amber, but he had managed to recover in such a short amount of time, relying on a willpower that was no trivial matter.
Although his body wouldn’t stop shaking, even though he was wearing heavy clothes, and his hands were holding a cup of hot chocolate, he still looked like he might freeze to death at any second.
But his face, pale as paper, was filled with calm.
“So that’s how it is,” he said softly after learning of the situation, “the one who betrayed us was that old fellow Oliver. I was wondering why I couldn’t feel his power in the Thought Amber; he should have been the strongest among us theoretically.”
A fleeting sadness passed through his eyes, but quickly disappeared.
“But the reality probably hasn’t gone as he wished,” Weisen said, “I can feel that the Lord has gained a strong power, which allows Him to contend with that calamity.”
“But won’t this city be destroyed under the great power of two divine beings vying with each other?” Yuri asked.
Weisen looked up at Yuri.
“You said you’re from the Devil’s Army?”
“Yes.”
“I apologize, my memory still lingers ten years in the past,” Weisen said indifferently, “Back then my direct troops were Night Star, I even thought I would wake up and see that guy Gerard.”
Yuri did not speak, just watched as Weisen downed the hot chocolate in his cup.
“Maybe my previous description was somewhat incorrect,” Weisen said, “The Lord isn’t angry but should be… out of His mind. He isn’t trying to kill the people of Lyra, but to kill… everyone.”
“Forgive me for being blunt, but it seems there’s no difference.”
“No, there is a difference,” Weisen shook his head and said, “If all this is not His subjective idea, then there’s still hope for redemption.”
Yuri subconsciously asked, “How can we redeem it?”
“The Lord is losing His mind, so we should restore His sanity.”
Yuri lifted his head and looked at the huge Thought Amber behind Weisen.
“Like you did before?” Yuri asked, “Enter the Thought Amber again?”
“Yes… but not exactly,” Weisen shook his head and said, “The Lord is awakening from His slumber, and we can no longer maintain His sanity simply by being inside as before.”
He paused.
“We must take some more extreme measures now.”
Yuri seemed to guess something, his pupils tightening slightly, “Then can you come back?”
Weisen hadn’t spoken when the Thought Amber behind him suddenly shattered, tendrils emerging and flying towards the two of them.
Yuri was startled, about to draw his sword, but Weisen acted faster, tossing the cup in his hand and forming hand seals, chanting with divine power bubbling from his mouth.
“[Divine Skill: Sword of Order].”
His body burst with Holy Light, which seemed to contain a massive suction force, directly pulling those tendrils to his side.
After a series of “plop” sounds, the tendrils pierced into his body, nearly tearing it apart.
But at the same time, the Holy Light radiating from his body calmed down those turbulent tendrils.
However, Weisen’s Divine Arts were not yet concluded; his pierced body began to elongate rapidly and gradually took the shape of a sword.
Yuri watched in surprise as Weisen transformed half of his body into a sword, pinning those tendrils to the ground.
[Divine Skill: Sword of Order], Yuri naturally knew of it.
To become a sword with one’s own body, to suppress all sources of impurity, was an extremely powerful Divine Art but also… irreversible.
In other words, it was impossible to revert from the sword back to human form. Once the transformation into a sword was complete, one was already dead.
“This is the only way now,” Weisen spoke slowly, “As long as the sword does not fall, the Lord won’t completely lose His sanity. Once the sword falls, it’s all over… Do you understand?”
After a brief shock, Yuri slowly nodded his head.
“I understand,” he said, “We will not let it fall.”
“That’s good,” Weisen opened his mouth, seeming to want to say something more, but facing this unfamiliar subordinate, he found he had nothing to say, so after a brief moment of Silence, he simply said softly, “It’s all up to you now.”
“Okay.”
This short reply was something Weisen couldn’t hear anymore.
He had transformed his entire body into a pitch-black sword, standing silently.
Like a towering skyscraper, and like a mute tombstone.
…
“Visas.”
“Hmm?”
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“How many people will die tonight?”
“Many, yet few.”
“What does that mean?”
“Indeed, many will die – hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands are not impossible. But it is indeed few when compared to the total, one third of which counts in the millions, is not significant,” Bai Wei said, “This is already the best outcome.”
Gerard gazed at the fireworks blooming under the night sky, murmuring softly, “The best outcome, huh…”
After a brief silence.
“Visas.”
“Hmm.”
“I want to make a final deal with you.”
