Who hid My Corpse!

Chapter 89: Five, is it really damn useful?!

“Thud.”

The creature, resembling a swamp of mud, fell from the rooftop, making a sound like a slab of fat slapped onto a cutting board.

Before that happened, Gerard had already taken a step back to a safe position, with the chainsaw sword now grasped in his hands.

Bai Wei was also observing this monster.

He was familiar with it, even quite well-acquainted. It was also a distinctive product of the Lyra Map, the “pollutant” that Gerard had been continuously talking about, a monster originating from the Polluted Land bordering Lyra. Its hallmark was resembling a puddle of slime, which is why players called it a slime monster.

It wasn’t particularly strong, just annoyingly persistent. Due to its amorphous form and its remarkable healing abilities, if one couldn’t inflict an irreparable injury in an instant, it would reconstruct itself repeatedly, clinging to you like a pool of sludge.

Until it turned you into a part of itself.

For instance, right now, as it lifted its head, it kept issuing “gurgling” roars at Gerard, incomprehensible and ready to pounce at any moment.

If it had been the original Ulu, he certainly wouldn’t have been able to handle this kind of situation, and Bai Wei would have had the opportunity to step in and let Ulu make use of his own strength. But the “Knight of Night Star,” Gerard, certainly didn’t have to worry about that. Gerard had killed countless such pollutants, so all Bai Wei had to do was watch for the time being.

But there was one point that made Bai Wei slightly intrigued.

Shouldn’t this thing be staying in the Polluted Land? Why had it come to a place like this?

“Gurgle, gurgle!”

The pollutant lunged at Gerard.

Gerard swung the giant chainsaw sword single-handedly, tracing a fierce arc through the air, cutting into the creature’s neck before it reached him, plunging the blade a third of the way down with forceful momentum.

A regular person would’ve died on the spot from such an attack, but not the pollutant. It merely staggered, its entire body compressed down, but it was very much alive.

Gerard continued to press down harder, as if intending to completely crush the pollutant.

In response, the pollutant braced itself on all fours against Gerard’s pressure, and its body started to quiver. In no time, its sludge-like body sprouted even more limbs, each one climbing onto the chainsaw sword, and then creeping towards Gerard’s gripping hand.

Gerard was indifferent until the pollutant had turned almost half its body into limbs, ensnaring the entire sword blade, and was stretching a muddy claw towards the hand that held the sword. Only then did he finally react.

He twisted the handle.

The chainsaw sword, ensnared by the creature’s body, emitted a teeth-grating “buzz.”

The mud claw, about to touch Gerard, suddenly froze its advance, and then began to shudder violently.

The next second, the parts of the pollutant covering the chainsaw sword’s blade burst open. The sharp chains now spun at high speed, quickly sawing those limbs trying to stop it into scraps of flesh.

The pollutant’s smaller half was minced in an instant, turning into specks of muddy water amid the exhaust fumes expelled by the chainsaw sword.

Gerard also exerted more strength then, and the chainsaw sword, which had been stuck only a few centimeters into the creature’s neck, now continued downward, as if he intended to cut the pollutant in two.

The pollutant noticed this, but its intelligence clearly couldn’t support coming up with a solution, so it just continued to sprout more limbs, stretching towards the running chainsaw blade, only to be swiftly shredded into fragments.

It could only emit a completely different sound than before, as if it were screaming in pain or begging for mercy.

But no matter how it struggled, Gerard did not stop the movements of his hands, his cold eyes reflecting the continuously dissolving pollutant.

It seemed, the battle was about to end like this.

However, just as the chainsaw sword had already ground half of the pollutant’s body to mush,

“Crack.”

The chainsaw gradually stopped turning, and the sword blade abruptly got stuck inside the body of the pollutant.

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This sudden situation left Bai Wei slightly startled.

What was going on?

Bai Wei looked at the Chainsaw Sword that had stopped working.

…Was it out of power?

Even the Pollutant, which had been continuously “screaming” in pain, seemed to have a moment of stupefaction.

It raised its head, using its eyeless face to “look” at Gerard.

But Gerard’s expression didn’t change much; he just frowned slightly and then extended his other hand toward the hilt of the sword,

and slapped it.

“Clap clap clap.”

As he slapped, his other hand gently shook the blade of the sword.

This kind of déjà vu… was just like in the old days when the picture on a television set turned into static, and an elder would come up to hit the TV and then shake the antenna on the back.

As if that would be helpful.

After about twenty seconds of this, the Chainsaw Sword still showed no response, but the Pollutant did.

Its remnant half of a body immediately surged with activity, quickly sprouting more limbs and once again climbing towards the Chainsaw Sword, then branching out muddy claws, reaching for Gerard.

But Gerard didn’t show much reaction, still seriously slapping the hilt of the Chainsaw Sword while gently shaking the blade, shaking off the trapped exhaust.

Thus, those muddy claws stretched out in front of Gerard, as if they were about to pull him into the Abyss the next second.

Then a “click.”

Gerard’s last slap had an effect.

The next second, the Chainsaw Sword let out a roar several times louder than before, and the rusty chainsaw spun at a higher frequency.

Bai Wei was shocked.

It actually fucking worked?

The Chainsaw Sword was like a lion roaring after awakening from a deep slumber.

So, the muddy claws extending toward Gerard were severed in an instant, and at the same time, the blade seemed to lose all resistance, not even needing Gerard to exert force as it roared downward with a slash.

The Pollutant’s final body was split in half like a block of tofu, and the powerful inertia didn’t even allow the Chainsaw Sword to stop the “slash” motion immediately; it smashed into the ground, creating a gigantic hole.

And the Pollutant’s body, which had surged halfway into the air, hadn’t had a chance to fall back to the ground before the top half of the chainsaw tore it to shreds.

“Pfft.”

It turned into the purest mud and splashed over half of Gerard’s body, like gray blood.

“Humming”…

After that, the Chainsaw Sword finally came to a complete stop.

As if nothing had happened, Gerard leisurely shook the mud off the blade, then put it back on his back.

He then stomped on the last palm-sized piece of the Pollutant’s body on the ground, shattered it, unlocked the previously unopened lock, and returned to his house.

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