This Is Lyra

I'm shivering?

Upon hearing this, Cha Mo Si subconsciously lowered his head, looked at his arms holding the sword, and found that they were indeed trembling slightly.

...Why?!

Am I scared?!

But why should I be afraid?

Before Cha Mo Si could figure it out, the Knight behind him shouted, "Vice-Captain! This guy is charging!"

Cha Mo Si suddenly looked up and immediately saw a clenched fist coming towards his face. He realized that this was psychological warfare, so he immediately retreated while sweeping his Steel Cutting Sword at Bai Wei, trying to force Bai Wei back.

But to his surprise, Bai Wei was even faster than him!

When the sword had only swept halfway, Bai Wei was already almost touching Cha Mo Si. Then, he grabbed the hilt of Cha Mo Si's Steel Cutting Sword with one hand and continued to strike his face with the other.

Cha Mo Si could only use his free hand to block.

Although Bai Wei got close, Cha Mo Si wasn't too flustered because his other arm was a mechanical prosthetic, while Jie La Er's arm wasn't. The difference in strength and power between human flesh and metal was self-evident. Cha Mo Si was already thinking about how to grab Bai Wei's fist and launch a counterattack.

However, when Bai Wei's fist struck Cha Mo Si's outstretched palm, there was almost no pause, like a high-speed Gear Train, while Cha Mo Si's hand was like a roadblock blocking the tracks.

He was naturally knocked away.

Cha Mo Si was struck squarely in the face by his own metal fist, and he felt a sharp pain, as if his nose had been broken.

"Jie La Er!"

Cha Mo Si roared, but it was no use. The excruciating pain in his face, coupled with the palpitations he had felt from being "stared at" earlier, drastically distorted his fighting stance. Soon, he was also struck hard in the abdomen, and then he couldn't even hold onto the Steel Cutting Sword, which fell into Bai Wei's hands.

"With this level of skill, you dare to come looking for me?"

Bai Wei's mocking voice rang in Cha Mo Si's ears, which made Cha Mo Si even angrier and more humiliated. He fought back with all his might, but it was as if Bai Wei could see through every step he took, and every move he made could be intercepted by Bai Wei one step ahead.

Moreover, Cha Mo Si could clearly sense that Bai Wei's strength and speed were superior to his.

But how is that possible?!

He is clearly more mechanized! His prosthetics are also more advanced than Bai Wei's! He is even younger than Bai Wei in terms of age.

But why is he like a toy in front of Bai Wei, completely powerless to fight back?

When Cha Mo Si was being brutally beaten by Bai Wei, the other Knight didn't just watch; they naturally wanted to come and help.

The problem was that Bai Wei and Cha Mo Si were so close together that they were completely entangled in combat, which made the other Knight hesitant to make a move.

Because what they have are not simple weapons.

Whether it's the Chainsaw Sword, the Folding Battle Axe, or the Automatic Firearm that's been hovering nearby for ages but doesn't dare fire, they're all weapons with a huge killing range. If you're not careful, they could take Cha Mo Si down with you.

Clearly, this was Bai Wei's intention.

He could have defeated Cha Mo Si long ago, but that would have meant facing those troublesome weapons alone. Even though he had maximized all the abilities of Jie La Er's body as a first-tier descendant, he was still just a mortal. If he were injured by those powerful weapons, it wouldn't just be a matter of bleeding.

Therefore, it's natural to resort to some underhanded... oh no, I mean, some clever tactics.

Cha Mo Si realized this too, so after spitting out the blood stuck in his throat, he hardened his heart and immediately roared at the other Knight, "Don't worry about me! Go straight for... uh..."

Bai Wei didn't give him a chance to finish speaking. He went around behind Cha Mo Si and put his left arm around his throat, silencing him.

"Hey, hey, hey, an idiot like you shouldn't even think about sacrificing yourself." Bai Wei said calmly. "It doesn't fit your persona. You'd be better off remaining an idiot... Hmm, if you find being a hostage a bit boring, I'll give you some sense of participation."

Then, Bai Wei shoved the Steel Cutting Sword he had just snatched from Cha Mo Si back into his hand, then grabbed Cha Mo Si's hand and forced Cha Mo Si to cut down the nearest Knight.

Cha Mo Si's eyes widened.

"Ah, well done," Bai Wei said in a relaxed tone. "What a sharp, beautiful cut... Could you have done it even better?"

Cha Mo Si could even check on the fallen Knight's injuries, Bai Wei controlled his body to make a 180-degree turn, the Steel Cutting Sword drawing a silver arc in the air, followed by several crimson streaks.

As a result, a Knight who had circled around to launch a sneak attack also collapsed, clutching his chest.

"Ahhhhh..."

Cha Mo Si trembled as he watched Bai Wei use his body to attack and harm his subordinates at will.

Demons, madmen, damned rebels!

Cha Mo Si used every vicious word he could think of to curse Bai Wei, but it was no use. His men continued to fall one by one, to his sword.

He screamed desperately, trying to get the others to ignore him and attack Bai Wei directly!

He also wanted the Automatic Firearm.

He'd rather go to hell with Ku De than not avenge him, as long as he could kill that damned guy!

But he couldn't speak because Bai Wei had grabbed his throat.

As long as he doesn't speak, the Knight of the Tenth Squad don't dare to make a move rashly.

Because Cha Mo Si is the boss, subordinates cannot harm their boss; this is the rule, and they have no way to violate it.

When Cha Mo Si risked everything to stop Bai Wei, he considered countless possibilities, but he never expected things to develop this way.

Under Bai Wei's control, he was like a puppet on strings, only able to watch helplessly as the Knight of the Tenth Squad fell one by one under the blade of the Steel Cutting Sword.

Yes, he could only watch helplessly, because Bai Wei controlled his strength so well that he didn't even have a chance to die.

Only after the last Knight fell in a pool of blood did Bai Wei finally release Cha Mo Si.

Cha Mo Si knelt in the blood of his comrades, trembling all over.

"You... bastard."

He tried to speak, but because of his damaged throat, he couldn't even pronounce his curses clearly.

"Oh? Am I a bastard?" Bai Wei said with a light laugh. "Didn't all these people die for you?"

Cha Mo Si's body trembled again. He suddenly raised his head and looked into Bai Wei's eyes, which seemed to see through everything.

"If it weren't for your overconfidence in bringing them here."

"If you weren't so weak and controlled by me, it would make them think twice."

"Will they die here?"

Bai Wei's voice seemed to resonate directly in Cha Mo Si's heart.

"So, who killed them, me or you?"

Upon hearing this, Cha Mo Si could no longer contain himself and screamed, clutching his head.

Bai Wei watched his reaction with great satisfaction.

Isn't this much cuter than him making a fuss like an idiot?

Bai Wei ignored Cha Mo Si and returned to the locked room, examining the lock once more.

Previously, there weren't any suitable tools, but Cha Mo Si brought a large force, and now there's a bunch of weapons scattered on the ground. You should be able to open the lock with any one of them. If all else fails, you can just use Automatic Firearm to blast it open. The only concern is that you might damage what's inside.

Yes, whatever we need to do, we need to do it faster.

Otherwise, the main force of the Skeleton Corps gathered in the Tower of Babel would have realized what was happening by now. In addition, the commotion here is quite significant, and more skeletal Knight should be coming soon, which would be more troublesome.

Bai Wei's gaze lingered on the weapons scattered on the ground. He then picked up a swinging axe and walked to the front of the room, preparing to unleash a powerful strike, when he heard a faint "crack" sound behind him.

"Tsk."

He slowly turned around and saw Cha Mo Si rushing up in front of him, his mechanical prosthetic limb already extended, revealing a miniature chainsaw blade that was emitting a piercing whistling sound.

"Die!" Cha Mo Si roared as he stabbed the chainsaw blade toward Bai Wei's head.

But naturally, it was impossible to succeed.

Bai Wei grabbed his hand effortlessly.

"You really can't learn." Bai Wei's voice gradually turned cold. "To be honest, I still really dislike people like you who are like a leech. You can never see the truth, you always go with the flow, you only believe what you hear, and you're unwilling to witness it with your own eyes. In this respect, you are still far behind that guy named Ku De."

Upon hearing Bai Wei mention Ku De, Cha Mo Si's anger intensified. "How dare you bring him up!"

"Because I didn't kill him," Bai Wei said calmly. "It's that simple."

"You're still trying to deny it!"

"Tsk, if you had any eyesight, you could tell I was telling the truth just by looking around," Bai Wei said. "I made a promise when I took over this body. You guys aren't enough to make me go back on my word."

He paused, then looked at the small chainsaw blade inside Cha Mo Si's prosthetic arm.

"However, my promise is only not to kill you, but the rest is irrelevant."

Bai Wei spoke casually, but his tone instilled a strong sense of unease in Cha Mo Si.

Then he saw Bai Wei use his other hand to press down on his shoulder, and then suddenly exert force.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

Bai Wei simply Cha Mo Si's entire mechanical prosthetic limb off!

The blood that splattered at that moment stained half of Bai Wei's body red.

Then, Cha Mo Si saw Bai Wei smile at him, "Can I borrow your hand for a moment?"

"Puff".

Cha Mo Si was thrown into a pool of blood like trash. Before losing consciousness, he saw Bai Wei use the small chainsaw blade in his prosthetic arm to cut the lock on the door, then walk straight in and disappear from his sight.

Jie La Er slowly opened his eyes and immediately smelled a strong stench of blood.

He instinctively looked down and was stunned to see that half of his body was soaked in blood. "What happened?"

"Don't worry about it." Bai Wei's voice rang in his mind, and he replied calmly, "I just encountered a little trouble on the way here, but don't worry, I've already taken care of it."

... Is this just a minor inconvenience?!

Jie La Er had wanted to ask something, but then he remembered something and said nothing. After a brief silence, he nodded and said, "I understand."

"Heh, your reaction is much better than your colleagues'." Bai Wei said calmly. "Don't worry, not killing is part of the deal. Since I agreed, I will do it... Although the methods were a bit harsh, at least I didn't kill anyone on the spot."

Jie La Er grunted in response, then looked around to see where Bai Wei had led him.

Then he immediately noticed a spire-shaped furnace in the room, covered with dense threads that spread out in all directions, making it look like a miniature Tower of Babel.

"What is this?" Jie La Er asked.

"Power Furnace," Bai Wei said. "The Power Furnace of the Gear Train. Those external wires are connected to the Gear Train outside. This reactor is responsible for providing power to those trains."

Jie La Er nodded slightly, then asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Hehe, haven't you noticed? The structure of this Power Furnace is very similar to your Tower of Babel." Bai Wei said slowly. "Aren't you curious? Why is it that only your Lyra can have things like the Tower of Babel and the Gear Train, and no one else can make them? Now, the truth is right in front of you. Open this furnace."

Jie La Er saw that there was indeed a side door on the Power Furnace that could be opened, so he walked over and grabbed the handle.

Then his body froze.

For some reason, the moment his hand touched the doorknob, the hair on his body stood on end, and every organ in his body seemed to come alive at that moment, twisting, resisting, and fighting back desperately.

It was as if something was preventing him from opening the door.

The overwhelming sense of pressure that surged up at that moment almost broke him.

Just then, he heard Bai Wei's voice. "Open it."

His words carried an unquestionable tone.

Then, the physical abnormality disappeared, and the noise and commotion vanished in an instant, as if everything before had been an illusion.

"Open it," Bai Wei repeated.

Jie La Er pursed his lips, then began to exert his strength.

With a piercing creak, the handle of the furnace, which had been sealed for who knows how many years, was pulled open.

Jie La Er was finally able to see what was inside the furnace.

It is neither oil, nor machinery, nor coal.

Rather... it is flesh and blood.

No, to be precise, it was an organ clinging to the bone, interwoven with muscles and blood vessels...

Jie La Er instinctively took two steps back, staring blankly at the flesh and blood in the furnace. He vaguely guessed what was happening, but still couldn't believe it. "This is..."

"As you can see," Bai Wei said calmly, "This is your master— the Lyra God."

He paused, then spoke softly.

"It seems I guessed right. The Lyra City was created by the Lyra God in his divine form... Heh, no wonder the Lyra People and the Lyra God have such a deep connection, because you are standing on His body."

The Lyra City, is it the Lyra God?!

Even with the flesh and blood right before his eyes, Jie La Er still found it hard to believe. He couldn't help but murmur, "Is this really possible?"

"You can verify it if you don't believe me."

"Verification?" Jie La Er was taken aback. "How do we verify it?"

"It's very simple. Do you know why a god is a god?" Bai Wei asked. "What's the difference between a god and a mortal?"

Jie La Er narrowed his eyes, so shocked by what he saw that his thoughts were a beat slow to process. After a long pause, he said, "Gods cannot be influenced by mortals, mortal words cannot affect the spirit of gods, and mortal weapons cannot harm the body of gods... Is that so?"

"Yes, that's why mortals can't contend with gods. All the means in the mortal world, whether magic, incantations or weapons, have no effect on the gods, not even the slightest bit," Bai Wei said with a light laugh. "But there is one exception."

"Exception?"

"Yes," Bai Wei said, "That is my body."

Jie La Er abruptly lowered his head.

I looked at the middle finger, which was slowly straightening up like a bayonet.

Jie La Er was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his hand and aimed it at the flesh.

Then he stabbed his middle finger in.

A moment later, all the Lyra People raised their heads, their faces filled with terror.

Because they heard it.

Something is screaming in agony.