Who hid My Corpse!

"What the hell?" they cursed angrily, "Why did it stop all of a sudden?"

"Has the goddamn Lyra God died? Is that why the train won't move?"

"It couldn't have anything to do with Him, right?"

"How could it not? Isn't this crappy train left behind by Him?" The man muttered, "Outdated junk, should have been scrapped long ago."

People were cursing and complaining, somehow forgetting that just a day before, they had no such big complaints about the gear train and were even proud that Lyra had such an outstanding vehicle.

But today, after the public vote, everything changed.

People realized that all of it was nothing more than a means for Lyra to domesticate them, a fence to trap them in.

Naturally, they didn't have a good attitude towards such a fence.

In just a day's time, everything turned upside down.

"We better get off."

"Damn it, look at how to open this door, I can't budge it."

Several men tried to open the train door.

But at that moment, the train slowly started up again.

"Huh? Why is it moving again?"

"It really is an on-and-off piece of junk."

They continued to curse and then sat back down, waiting for the train to reach the station.

But soon, they sensed something was wrong.

"Wait, isn't the train getting faster?"

The train was speeding up.

Speeding up.

Continuously accelerating.

People noticed that the gear train suddenly surged to a speed it never had before.

It was rushing down the track, the rapid rotation of the gears emitting blinding sparks, and the ear-piercing noise tormented everyone's ears.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Hey, hey, hey, why is the train getting faster and faster?"

"Look ahead! Look ahead!"

Everyone looked forward frantically, and their faces simultaneously showed a look of terror.

Because on the track ahead, there was another train that was stationary, and the people on it stared back in astonishment at the approaching train from behind.

At that moment, people realized what was about to happen.

But it was too late to stop it, they didn't even have time to jump off, they could only watch, helpless.

The two trains collided violently.

"Boom!"

The roaring fire consumed nearly a hundred lives.

But in the next second, it was covered by fireworks under the night sky.

The people were still celebrating.

...

"What happened?"

In the Fifth Zone tower, Yuri walked quickly through the corridors, accompanied by his adjutant.

Just now, his adjutant had reported to him shocking news.

Lord Bishop Weisen had emerged from the Thought Amber.

The Bishop—who had been absent from Lyra for ten years—had also returned.

"When did it happen?" Yuri asked.

"Just half an hour ago." The adjutant was nervous, "We had long given up on his return and no one was waiting, after Bishop Weisen came out of the Thought Amber, he crawled out of the Thought Hall on his own before our people found him."

"He crawled out?"

"Yes." The adjutant replied, "Bishop Weisen's mind is chaotic, he doesn't know what year it is, he just keeps repeating the same sentence."

"What sentence?"

As they talked, the two had already arrived at the entrance of the Thought Hall, the adjutant said with a wry smile, "You can hear it for yourself."

Yuri pushed open the door and immediately saw Bishop Weisen, supported by several Devil Knights, disheveled and still madly rambling as if he had just come from an asylum.

Yuri immediately approached, "Lord Bishop, You..."

Before he could finish, he saw Weisen lift his head, his eyes bloodshot with anger and terror.

"What happened?! What the hell happened?!" Weisen shouted at Yuri, "What has happened to Lyra?! What have you people done?!"

"Lord Bishop, this is really..."

Yuri acutely realized Weisen's change might be related to the vote this morning, and as he was about to explain, Weisen roared like a man who had lost his sanity.

"What the hell did you bastards do?!"

"Why does our Lord..."

"Want to kill us all?!"

Yuri froze.