Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 259: Eighty Sword Holder_3

Chapter 259: Eighty Sword Holder_3

Although Knight did not know what exactly Oliver had done to deteriorate the situation to such an extent, he had to be dealt with.

But twenty to forty minutes was simply not enough.

Yuri looked again towards the Devil Knight who had spoken earlier, “I need a solution, how to maintain the existence of the Order Sword.”

“There is only one.”

“What?”

“Flesh and blood.”

Yuri’s eyelids twitched, but he tried to keep his tone as calm as possible, “What do you mean?”

“The Order Sword is Divine Arts,” the Devil Knight quickly said, “As long as it stands, it symbolizes that order has not collapsed. And for it to always stand, there’s a simplest method—by having a follower of the Lord grasp it.”

“Grasp it?”

“Yes.” The Devil Knight nodded, “It must be held by hand, without the assistance of any external force.”

Yuri looked up again, towards the sealed chamber.

…To hold that sword in a place where the concentration of pollution exceeded the Abyss?

Even Yuri fell into a brief silence at this moment.

“Is there no other way?”

“None.” The Devil Knight shook his head and then softly added, “According to the ‘Lyra Revelation,’ when the ‘Divine Skill: Sword of Order’ falls, any follower of the Lord can become a Sword Holder, rise the sword again, and in doing so, pick up order… That is why it can only be sustained by flesh, external forces are of no use.”

“Lyra Revelation,” huh, what a foreign name.

“With such a concentration of pollution,” Yuri asked again, “how long can one last inside? If fully equipped.”

“Captain, forgive my frankness.” The Devil Knight shook his head, “Against such concentration of pollution, our current protective measures are of little use, and a person can only last at most twenty minutes inside before being completely transformed into a Monster.”

Only twenty minutes…

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Yuri reflected for a moment and then said, “That means we would only need ten… No, just five minutes, or even three minutes to switch guards, right?”

“No, captain.” The Devil Knight still shook his head, he looked at the door and softly explained, “The pollution beneath the Order Sword also carries Divinity, once touched it is irreversible.”

“…What does that mean?”

“It means,” the Devil Knight turned to face Yuri, “as soon as you grasp that sword, you will never be able to walk out that door again.”

At those words, everyone fell silent.

“I see,” Yuri said lightly, “So the person who goes in must sacrifice their life so that the sword can stand for another twenty minutes?”

The Devil Knight lowered his head, seemingly reluctant to speak, but still managed to say, “No, captain, not twenty minutes.”

“What do you mean?”

“Twenty minutes is the time for complete transformation into a Monster,” he said, “After staying inside for more than ten minutes, one will gradually lose consciousness, and around fifteen minutes, one’s mind will completely break down, and only at the last twenty minutes is there total pollution. But regarding the act of holding the Sword, after ten minutes it already becomes unreliable, and it’s very likely that it could cause harm to the Order Sword. Therefore, each person can only stay inside for a maximum of ten minutes, just ten minutes to hold the Sword, but…”

He did not finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

Every person could only hold the sword for ten minutes inside.

But after ten minutes, they could not leave, for they would be polluted.

They could not be transformed into a Monster, as it would affect the Order Sword.

Yuri raised his head, looking at the white mist spilling from the ceiling and fell into a prolonged silence.

And then, he heard a “click.”

Yuri turned his head and saw one of the Devil Knights tweaking the emergency device on his neck.

He had set the emergency device for ten minutes.

As the deathly “tick-tock” began, the Devil Knight spoke calmly.

“This shouldn’t be a problem now, captain.”

…

And in the distance, having witnessed all of this, Ina lowered her head, looking at the Devil’s Sleeve in her palm, which had already been somewhat deformed.

After a brief silence, she reattached the sleeve patch.

“I’m sorry, father,” she said softly.