Who hid My Corpse! Chapter 101: Thirteen Locks Can't Keep You

Chapter 101: Thirteen Locks Can’t Keep You

Gerard’s movents were extrely fast.

So much so that it wasn’t until the severed arm had rolled twice on the ground that Ocot regained his senses.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!”

He desperately clutched his wound, letting out a scream like that of a slaughtered pig.

“Gerard! Your Heart Lock has indeed failed, you have now betrayed Lyra…”

He endured the pain, trying to yell at Gerard, but Gerard didn’t give him a chance to finish speaking. He pulled out the tal bar and hacked towards Ocot’s other arm.

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“Clang”!

A crisp sound rang out as Gerard’s tal bar collided with a slender chanical arm, sparking tiny sparks.

Gerard looked up and saw the chanical arm extending from behind Ocot.

At this mont, Ocot’s back was throbbing wildly, as if sothing was struggling to break free from his body.

Sensing sothing wrong, Gerard attacked Ocot’s head directly, but the suddenly erging chanical arm began to block.

Clang, clang, clang!

A series of hamring sounds, and sparks erupted on Ocot’s forehead, yet he didn’t glance at them once, just clutched his head tightly, as if suppressing sothing.

Monts later, he let out a terrible howl, his expression even more agonized than when Gerard had sliced off his arm, and the throbbing in his back had reached its limit. One after another, slender chanical arms continuously burrowed out from behind him, tearing with a “ripping” sound that left it uncertain whether it was clothes or flesh being shredded.

In a very short ti, Ocot had completely transford.

He went from looking like an ordinary person who hadn’t undergone much tal modification to a monster hiding eight chanical arms in his body, the fully extended arms making him resemble a tall spider.

Then, Ocot manipulated these eight chanical arms, stabbing at Gerard, who imdiately retreated as the chanical arms left hole after hole in the floor in front of him.

Having temporarily forced Gerard back, Ocot clutched his head again, gasping heavily. Clearly, the eight chanical arms were no small burden to him.

At this mont, Gerard finally had ti to express his surprise — he had not anticipated that Ocot would transform in such a manner.

“It seems the one who has betrayed Lyra isn’t .” Gerard said slowly, “You are the direct evidence, such modification is absolutely not allowed.”

Hearing Gerard’s words, Ocot burst into laughter, his twisted face from the pain made him look particularly sinister: “Sorry, Gerard, your understanding is outdated. Lyra introduced a new law three years ago, allowing so previously prohibited chanical modifications… just like what you see.”

Gerard narrowed his eyes slightly.

He did know about that new law Ocot ntioned.

According to Lyra’s old rules, tal prosthetics must replace the original limbs and can’t be added to an intact body. Simply put, one could trade an original fleshy arm for a new prosthetic one, but couldn’t just add on to beco a ‘three-handed’ being.

This was a strictly forbidden red line, one that nobody could cross.

But the law from three years ago had moved that red line back a bit, though only to allow modifications like “five fingers” becoming “six fingers.”

But Ocot had eight chanical arms directly added to his body…

“You’ve crossed the line.” Gerard said, “By a lot.”

“Yes, yes, I indeed crossed the line, I won’t deny that.” Ocot kept laughing, “But what’s the punishnt for crossing the line? Lord Gerard, let tell you, the penalty provisions for this sche are still immature, so you might not be aware, but the penalty for crossing the line is… a fine of three thousand silver coins, but it doesn’t require the removal of the extra limbs, and sadly, I’ve already paid that three thousand silver coins.”

Ocot’s smile grew wider, his eight chanical arms all pointing at Gerard.

“So, having paid the fine, I have not betrayed Lyra. And you, Lord Gerard, you have no authority to punish … but you still attacked , you’ve already broken the Heart Lock in your heart, you, are the one who has betrayed Lyra, you, are the Rebel!”

Faced with Ocot’s words, Gerard could not argue because he knew Ocot was right.

The Heart Lock in his heart had long been gone.

Otherwise, today he couldn’t have so easily taken Carol’s information from the archive room, nor so effortlessly severed Ocot’s arm.

He was now indeed, a true Rebel.

And Ocot, still a lawful citizen of Lyra.

He looked at Ocot, and couldn’t help but recall the image of Carol’s death, the family photo he held so dear was destroyed along with his life.

Gerard’s grip on the tal bar tightened, his fingers not replaced by tal were lacerated by the sharp tal bar, dripping with fresh blood.

“When did Lyra beco like this?” Gerard quietly began, “Is it because of people like you?”

Ocot still looked at Gerard with a mocking expression, but his heart remained vigilant, wary of the Knight whose Heart Lock had been undone.