Damn it. It seemed that the tactile sensations of God's Corpse and the City Lord's transplanted head were not interconnected.
Perhaps the City Lord had even surgically blocked his own sensation of pain.
God's Corpse itself had no sense of pain, no consciousness, and no perceivable subject that could be targeted.
Although that head was connected to the neck of God's Corpse, it was actually just controlling a machine that lacked sensors.
He issued commands, and the machine executed them, but the machine would not transmit the signal of “pain” back to its controller.
Ren Yi's mind raced.
It seemed that if he wanted to use 【Waterdrop】 to eliminate the City Lord, he would have to start with the pain in the man's heart.
However, even though 【Waterdrop】 had failed to trigger, the previous overlapping matter explosion caused by the Pain Bead had indeed dealt a heavy blow to God's Corpse.
Evans did not waste this opportunity.
After Ren Yi blasted a gap in God's Corpse, the annihilation effect targeting Evans in that area seemed to weaken, and he finally managed to make contact with God's Corpse.
Once he made contact, the power of annihilation was no longer restricted to affecting only Evans himself.
The black liquid and the body of God's Corpse neutralized each other violently upon collision.
He tore and burrowed madly through the gap, the black liquid spreading like a flesh-eating disease inside God's Corpse, tearing its grayish-white shell to shreds.
But the price was equally devastating.
The annihilation eroded backward along the path of the black liquid.
Evans's body was disintegrating in massive chunks, and the speed at which the black liquid reconstructed itself was barely keeping up with the rate of its erosion.
Just as the situation fell into a deadlock once more, an incredibly violent green sword light slashed in diagonally from outside the door!
That green light did not target the City Lord.
At this moment, because Evans was attacking the City Lord from all directions, the entire room resembled a massive, hollow sphere.
The outer shell of the sphere was Evans's body, while the hollow interior was God's Corpse's annihilation domain, clearly delineated by his body.
That green beam of light brushed right against the edge of God's Corpse's annihilation domain, sweeping fiercely toward the ceiling directly above!
Boom!
A deafening rumble resounded as the ceiling shattered, sending tons of reinforced concrete crashing down.
God's Corpse's suppression domain was only effective against Anomalies; it could do nothing against pure inorganic matter.
The falling boulders instantly disrupted its defensive rhythm.
It was knocked off balance, letting out an angry roar.
Ignoring everything else, it thrust its hand into the bloody hole in its chest, grabbing the black liquid that was wreaking havoc inside and annihilating it.
Then, God's Corpse staggered backward, falling heavily onto one knee.
The severed wires and incandescent bulbs sparked a few times before going completely dark, instantly plunging the entire room into dim shadows.
Yet, none of the combatants seemed affected.
Sword-man rushed in through the door, holding his longsword.
He looked in terrible shape—half of his trench coat was burned away, and he looked as if he had been drenched in blood.
He held the longsword in his hand, the green light on its blade significantly dimmed.
Yet, that nonchalant smirk still hung on the corner of his lips.
“Done,” he said, panting heavily.
“I chopped that crappy blade into eight pieces. I kicked each piece into a different room to save it the trouble of putting itself back together.”
He glanced at Evans and God's Corpse, who were locked in a struggle, then at the significantly thinned cloud of white mist floating in the air, his smile fading slightly.
“Looking at the situation, am I late?”
“Not late,” Evans's muffled voice came from the black liquid. “We need you right now...”
However, his words suddenly caught in his throat.
Sssss...
A grating sound of corrosion echoed.
To the shock of the three, the black liquid that had expanded to cover most of the room suddenly began to recede rapidly, like snow melting under a hot sun.
What's going on? Ren Yi asked in his consciousness.
“God's Corpse's power... has restored?” Evans murmured, a trace of disbelief in his voice.
For some reason, perhaps out of sheer instinct.
Ren Yi suddenly glanced at Doctor Cyril, who had retreated to the far end of the room, keeping a safe distance from the battle.
God's Corpse, kneeling on one knee, slowly raised its head.
He looked at the gap in his chest, then at Ren Yi in midair, and those two grayish-white pupils rolled slightly.
“Strange...”
The City Lord himself seemed somewhat puzzled as he looked down at the hands of God's Corpse.
“I can feel myself becoming stronger.”
The City Lord did not seem to dwell on this for long. He slowly stood up, his voice turning sinister.
“And it seems there is something new.”
He raised that grayish-white palm and casually waved it toward the doorway.
At the same time, a muffled groan came from behind Ren Yi.
It was Sword-man.
He had been extremely cautious, keeping himself outside the suppression range of God's Corpse. Knowing his power could not penetrate the domain, he had only used inorganic matter for indirect attacks.
But at this moment, his expression froze instantly. The nonchalance in his eyes vanished without a trace, replaced by sheer shock.
Accompanied by a burst of out-of-control green light, Sword-man's body exploded directly in midair.
In the air, only the Qinggang longsword remained suspended, trembling and wailing violently as if desperately resisting something.
“I see.”
The City Lord stepped forward, his tone brimming with confidence.
“What you were fighting against earlier was merely the pressure of this body itself.”
“A dead thing, an unowned machine—this domain was just its inherent property.”
“But now, it has a master...”
“...Me.”
As the City Lord's final word fell, the longsword's struggle stopped abruptly.
Swoosh!
With a sharp whistle of tearing air, the longsword transformed into a green beam, shooting directly into the palm of God's Corpse.
God's Corpse caught the sword.
The green light on the blade trembled violently in his palm, as if struggling, or perhaps screaming soundlessly.
“You...”
Sword-man's voice came haltingly from within the sword. Gone was his usual joking tone; instead, each word sounded as if it were being squeezed through gritted teeth.
“You can actually... control me...”
“Control you?” The City Lord tilted his head.
“You were his sword to begin with. He just didn't have time to reclaim you before he was killed by that existence.”
“Now, with his head on my shoulders, I claim his identity... It is only natural that this sword belongs to me.”
The longsword shuddered violently, and Sword-man seemed stunned. “How... do you know that?”
“...Who are you?”
His response was the other hand of God's Corpse rising once more.
This time, it pointed out the ruined doorway.
A black hole abruptly materialized in the air, and a streak of light shot out from it.
The light coalesced in the palm of God's Corpse, taking the form of a dirty, tattered cloth bag with several holes.
Pops' True Form. The Cosmos Bag.
The surface of the cloth bag trembled violently—not out of fear, but from a state of being forcibly suppressed, an absolute despair and fury that could not be resisted.
“Old friend,” the City Lord's head smiled at the bag. “You've been disobedient for a very long time.”
Damn it!
Evans and Ren Yi felt their scalps tingle with dread at the same time.
The black liquid exploded outward instantly, attempting to withdraw from the annihilation range.
Ren Yi's thin cloud of white mist floated back two meters, ready to seize another opportunity to hit God's Corpse with the Pain Bead.
They both knew that backing away would not buy them much time in God's Corpse's current state, but staying in place would only mean a faster death.
This is terrible.
The health bar was only half empty, and the Boss had already gone berserk.
Rate on N.U.
