Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 103: 14 Overload (2-in-1)

Damn it!

What the hell is going on with this guy?!

His left hand is already gone, and his right hand, deeply wounded, could fall off at any moment. He could only use one of his mechanical arms to hold it in place, but the more he pressed, the more painful it became, weakening his combat strength at the moment. And if he didn’t press… was he supposed to tear off his own arm?

Ocot simply didn’t have the courage, so he vented all his hatred and anger on Gerard.

But it was useless. Even though he was “Body Locked,” the guy seemed unaffected and attacked Ocot once again.

This time, Gerard aimed for Ocot’s leg.

In less than ten seconds, a conspicuous wound was left on Ocot’s leg that could split it in two with one more strike.

Clearly, Gerard didn’t intend to take Ocot’s life directly; otherwise, he could have aimed the sword at Ocot’s neck—a blow there, and Ocot couldn’t survive.

Ocot understood that Gerard wanted to capture him alive. If he handed him over to the “Skeleton” troops, years of their preparation might be ruined. That was something Ocot definitely didn’t want to see, but he had no way out now. His hysterical attacks against Gerard appeared like a child throwing mud at an adult, causing more distraction than harm.

After a brief adjustment, Gerard lowered his body, ready to launch another attack.

…This couldn’t go on!

Ocot’s eyes gradually widened.

He absolutely couldn’t die here, couldn’t… jeopardize the final plan!

When Gerard charged at Ocot again, he saw Ocot’s body beginning to tremble violently, along with the eight mechanical arms behind him, which suddenly began to flail unpredictably.

This made Gerard realize something, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but his actions didn’t slow down. He swung the metal bar into a semi-circle again; the pale golden arc looked like the sun, and he aimed at Ocot’s neck.

But it was still a step too slow.

A crisp sound.

The wildly flailing mechanical arms chopped down like blades, finally splitting the already overstressed metal bar into two.

The other mechanical arms immediately attacked Gerard.

Gerard, weaponless, had to retreat.

However, by the time he retreated to a safe distance, his body had already acquired six or seven new wounds.

Gerard narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was sure it wasn’t him slowing down.

It could only mean… the opponent was getting faster.

Gerard raised his head, looking to the other end of the carriage.

The eight mechanical arms had become entirely different, more lively, functioning more as a single entity. While previously they were just dead objects controlled by Ocot, merely a weapon, no different in essence from the metal bar in Gerard’s hand, now, these weapons had come to life.

Of course, Gerard knew what this was.

Divine Skill·Overload.

This was the power of the Lyra God.

It allowed the metal body or prosthetic limbs to operate in an overloaded mode for a short time, achieving higher efficiency and greater destructive power, but the cost was the user’s mental strength and the life of the machine.

Regarding Overload, Gerard was naturally among the most knowledgeable, as more than ten years ago, he and his Night Star had used Overload countless times to combat Pollutants more powerful than themselves.

However, that Ocot could now use Overload was somewhat beyond Gerard’s understanding.

“I was planning to wait until I had cut off your limbs before asking you,” Gerard said to Ocot, slowly raising the halved metal bar, “Lyra initially prohibited adding new prosthetics on top of the original ones because the human brain can’t control limbs that aren’t its own. But not only did you add them, you added eight. Theoretically, you should either be unable to operate these eight mechanical arms or go insane the moment you try to. So how exactly did you solve this problem…”

Gerard stopped midway.

Because at that moment, Ocot’s face had twisted in a way no normal human could manage; his mouth stretched into a bizarre curve as if about to rip his own face apart, saliva uncontrollably drooling from his mouth.

“It seems you haven’t solved this problem.”

Ocot’s expression was ferocious, but his mind was still clear. He growled indistinctly at Gerard, “What do you think we sacrificed for the new era?!”

“Morality, compassion, rules,” Gerard said, “I don’t know what you’ve given up, I only know what you’ve contributed. If your current state is what you seek for the new era, then such an era should not come.”

“I have no time to waste words with you, Gerard! The new era will inevitably arrive! But you, you won’t have the chance to witness it!”

With that, Ocot attacked Gerard.

…No, rather than saying Ocot attacked Gerard, it would be more accurate to say that the eight mechanical arms carried Ocot as they attacked Gerard.