Who hid My Corpse! Chapter 105 – Chapter 105: 14 Overload (2 in 1)_3

Chapter 105: 14 Overload (2 in 1)_3

“Heh heh, I can't tell you the specifics right now,” Bai Wei said with a light laugh, “Only on some future day will I tell you… So, do you want to make this trade?”

“ROAR”!!!

Ocot let out a roar that sounded nothing like a human; this time, he was infinitely close to Gerard.

It would only take an instant to determine the victor.

Gerard didn't want to agree, his intuition telling him that promise would bring him great trouble in the future… but he knew he had no choice, not even the time to think it over, as that mechanical arm had cut off all his paths of retreat.

Then he didn't need to choose.

He stopped retreating and, under the constriction of the “Body Lock,” he used all his strength to charge at Ocot's true body.

“If it doesn't violate my principles…”

He leaped high towards Ocot, his posture like a reptile that had broken free from a spiderweb, launching a final strike against its natural enemy.

“Then I agree,” he said softly.

In Ocot's eyes, Gerard's figure rapidly enlarged. The few shreds of reason in his brain sensed something odd, but it was quickly swallowed up by greater madness, the uncontrollable instincts causing him to open his mouth wide again, almost tearing his entire jaw apart.

Then, a mud-like Monster crawled out from Ocot's throat, hissing at Gerard, its voice filled with endless insanity and pleasure.

Gerard's eyes instantly widened.

Indeed, it wasn't Ocot controlling the eight mechanical arms, but… the Pollutant Ocot had planted in his body!

At this distance, the mental invasion launched by the Pollutant was unavoidable for Gerard.

Soon, Gerard felt the Pollutant flow instantly into his brain along with the hissing sound.

Then, the mad roaring echoed inside his mind.

Gerard knew he had been contaminated.

…

The Pollutant converged within Gerard's sea of consciousness.

They scurried about madly, the power surrounding them capable of destroying the thoughts and sanity of hundreds of ordinary people in an instant.

Like wolves charging into a sheep pen.

What “confused” them was that there were no sheep in this pen.

Only darkness and nothingness.

No matter how they searched, they could not find the edge of this sea of consciousness.

Until they saw a chair.

On the chair sat a “person.”

He seemed to have died a long time ago, his entire body hollow, more than half his parts and organs missing. All that seemed to remain was an empty husk.

Yet even so, this broken body still made the Pollutants “feel” uneasy.

In theory, they shouldn't have any reason beyond instinctual madness, but still, they quieted down, stopping the roars that seemed would never cease, silently looking at the broken body.

Then, they “saw” the broken body slowly open one of its eyes.

The broken body glanced over.

Just one glance.

And all the Pollutants went mad.

…

“Plip.”

Gerard landed steadily, his eyes filled with disbelief.

For he felt the pollutant in his mind…had been eliminated.

How much time had passed?

From the moment he sensed his contamination to its resolution, it was just the time it took to land… was it even a second?

Since when could pollution be so easily dispelled? Or was everything he had just experienced an illusion? Was he still mired in pollution?

Before Gerard could figure it out, a heart-wrenching scream immediately diverted his attention.

It was Ocot who was screaming.

Those eight mechanical arms seemed to have developed their own consciousness, and were now tearing at Ocot's body like mad, as if they wanted to rip their master into pieces.

Yet from the actions of these mechanical arms, they didn't seem to be betraying their master but rather…they seemed afraid.

They kept tearing, simply trying to escape from here, madly trying to flee something.

The pollutants…had gone mad.

Even Gerard couldn't help but wonder if he himself had gone insane.

…

The pollutants had gone mad!

As their host, Ocot could feel this more acutely. He had no idea what had happened; the pollutants that had been sent out to erode Gerard's mind had instantly returned, showing immense fear. This fear made the already irrational entities even more frenzied.

Originally, they were strong because they were mad, but now, they were mad from fear. Their instinct switched from destruction to sheer terror, and this terror nearly tore Ocot apart.

Ocot didn't know what had happened. It was only with all his strength that he suppressed these out-of-control pollutants, regained control of his arms, and thus avoided being torn apart right there and then.

But before he could catch his breath, a crisp “snap” echoed.

He turned his head instinctively, only to see a scene he would never forget.

Gerard was slowly standing up, wiping a wound on his face, and softly said, “Indeed, you use pollutants to control those mechanical arms, you've planted pollutants into your body. According to the laws of Lyra, you…can also be defined as contaminated.”

The “snap” kept sounding, incessant.

They were the “Locks” that bound Gerard's metallic body, which were now snapping inch by inch, and then flaking off from Gerard's body like falling rust.

“According to the laws of Lyra, eradicating pollutants is the duty of every Knight, and pollutants will not be protected by the ‘Locks'.”

Gerard had already straightened up, his long-sealed metal vibrating wildly as if a lion deep in slumber was awakening.

Ocot finally realized something. He hastily retreated, all the while shouting in fear, “You can't lay a hand on me! I am not a pollutant! I am a Lyran, I am a Lyran!”

Gerard didn't speak, just quietly watching Ocot, a sharp contrast to the metal on his own body.

The frequency of the vibrations grew higher, the sound louder, like a wild beast that had been shackled for ten years, with broken bones, worn fangs, and blinded eyes, but when it smelled its natural enemy, the beast would desperately destroy its cage, break the chains, and emit the most deafening roar.

This was instinct.

This was the instinct of Night Star.

Sealed for ten years, this body that should have been discarded entered “Overload” amidst a supreme roar.

“Bang!”

The last chain deep in the body shattered in “Overload.”

Ocot finally felt fear. He immediately thought to flee, but before he could turn around, Gerard grabbed one of his mechanical arms.

“You are a pollutant,” Gerard said calmly, “and my duty is to prevent any pollutant from corroding Lyra.”

He pulled Ocot towards him with great force, and raised his fist, now in “Overload.”

Then he punched through Ocot's heart.

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