Chapter 179: Fifty-one I, am your father ah (6K)
Luobo looked nervously at Gerard approaching him— it should be Bai Wei now.
The image of Bai Wei pressing Dark’s head into the blender had left a deep psychological scar on him, especially since Dark’s braincase, mutilated like waterlon rind, lay not far from him; all he had to do was look up to see it, which made him dizzy as if he were about to faint at any second.
But he forced himself to hold on.
Bai Wei walked up to Luobo, sizing him up with interest. Having finally taken over Gerard’s body, Bai Wei did not intend to give it back so soon.
“Interesting,” Bai Wei said as he looked at the iron rod beside Luobo, then bent down to pick it up, playing with it in his hand, and smilingly asked, “I assu this rod isn’t ant to attack , right?”
“No, of course not,” Luobo shook his head and replied, “I just wanted to help you kill Dark.”
“Hmm, I can see that,” Bai Wei nodded and smiled again, “If you had ant to attack with it, I would have to attack you right now.”
Bai Wei’s words felt strange to Luobo.
It wasn’t that there was anything particularly odd about the words themselves, but Luobo felt that “Gerard’s” personality was entirely different from what he had first shown.
No longer was he like soone burdened with thousands of secrets, but instead, he stood there smiling, unfazed by the spreading fire around him, his expression showing no sign of tension.
Yet sohow, the current “Gerard” made Luobo even more nervous than before, especially those eyes that seed to see through all his defenses.
“So, there’s soone in this factory who doesn’t get along with him?” Bai Wei spoke again, “It seems you’re different from those security guys; hmm… your body does not bear the signs of contamination, still relatively normal, so tell what you know.”
“I am indeed different from them,” Luobo said in a low voice, “the people from security are like Director Dark, only not as…”
He subconsciously turned his head toward Dark’s corpse.
By now, the flas had reached it, and Dark’s mountainous body sizzled, as if burning lard, except the sll it released was much more unpleasant than that of pork fat.
“…they have not reached that level yet,” Luobo took a deep breath and then gathering his courage looked at Bai Wei, “There’s sothing wrong with the Source Oil.”
“The fact I’m here ans I already know about it,” Bai Wei said, “If there’s a problem, why didn’t you report it?”
“Report?” Luobo gave a wry smile and shook his head, “Report to whom?”
“Who is your imdiate superior?”
“Bishop Weisen of the Fifth Zone and Bishop Hallman of the Fourth District,” Luobo replied, “but they haven’t shown their faces for ten years, and Bishop Hallman who finally did make an appearance, well…”
At this point, Luobo suddenly stopped.
He had ant to say that Bishop Hallman had been killed, but as the words reached his lips, he rembered that it seed to have been the man before him who had killed Hallman, and even a Wanted Notice had been issued, so he was at a loss for what to say.
But Bai Wei didn’t mind; he too turned his head to look at Dark’s corpse beside him, then looked towards the farther distance, at the employees burned to death at their workstations.
“Are these all contaminated by the Source Oil?” Bai Wei asked again, “Why are so people contaminated into tools, while others into monsters?”
“The employees have been contaminated by the Source Oil,” Luobo explained, “But Director Dark and the people from security are different; they have beco like this because… they consud so kind of strange at.”
“Strange at?” Bai Wei raised an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Luobo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, unsure whether his profuse perspiration was due to nervousness or the intense heat, “I don’t know where that at ca from, it must be given to them by the New Chaser Association, ah, the New Chaser Association is…”
“I know what the New Chaser Association is,” Bai Wei calmly interrupted Luobo, “The at you’re talking about, I have a rough idea of what it is. Is it the kind that no matter how much you eat, it never runs out, and grows back however much is chewed off?”
Luobo shuddered, seemingly surprised by how much Bai Wei knew.
“That’s exactly it,” Luobo nodded continuously and then couldn’t resist asking, “Do you know what that at is?”
Bai Wei glanced at Luobo and said indifferently, “You’re better off not knowing.”
Hearing this clear warning, Luobo didn’t dare to ask any further.
Bai Wei, however, was contemplative.
There was no doubt that the at was that of the newly born heretical being.
Only the flesh and blood of a god would be indestructible, able to recover instantly from any wound inflicted; while the heretical being had not yet beco a god, it nonetheless had acquired so divine power.
Bai Wei knew so much, naturally, because this was part of the content shown in the ga; the newly born heretic was accumulating followers by distributing its own flesh, spreading its power.
In a certain sense, it was like the Rhein God and His four original followers.
Only this entity was weaker and much crazier than Rhein.
Moreover, from what Director Dark and the security people had beco, Bai Wei had a rough guess about the content not shown in the ga, which was how the Lyra God had ended up in this state, but he had no direct evidence.
But direct evidence couldn’t be found here anyway.
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