Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Loting realized this was a good opportunity to fan the flames.

"Of course I know that your original intention was for the Sarkaz's grand plan. Although the methods are somewhat absurd and ridiculous, your original intention and stance are beyond question."

“I can understand you, but Theresis, who is always against you, doesn’t seem to think so.”

"But who attacked your royal court?"

Lotin spoke as if he wanted to help Ducarre vent his anger, but in reality, he wanted to completely bind Ducarre to his side.

It conveys the message that only Ducarte possesses noble character, while those who follow Therese are nothing but opportunistic scoundrels.

“The pardoners, shapeshifters, and those of mixed and lowly blood.”

Ducarre tidied his somewhat disheveled hair, looking a little flustered. He had always been a man who paid great attention to his appearance, which was part of his pride.

"Then what are we waiting for, Ducarre, Lord of Blood Demons?"

"How can we manage the Sarkaz with these people around?"

"I need more blood until I can stand firm in the storm."

"Regardless of their stance, the Blood Demons will be safe and sound after the storm under my protection."

Lotin offered Ducaré, who had been isolated by the Military Council, an enticing offer and promise.

"It is my honor to join your hunt, Conqueror."

With Lotin's encouragement, Ducaré readily accepted Lotin's invitation.

Chapter 128: The Sarkaz Ghost

"Is Theresis so muddleheaded that on the eve of a major battle, he has instead sent his personal guards to deal with you?"

In the minds of many Sarkaz, the Exonerators are known as the Demon King's personal guards, even though Lotin knows that the ever-present White Horned Demon King is also stirring in the dark side of Sarkaz history.

"Without the support of the Blood Court, how will Therese face the pressure from the Grand Duke outside the city?"

Lotin pondered that it was indeed Ducarre who summoned the Conqueror, and it was also true that he had refuted Therese's plan and taken action to eliminate him.

From Theresis's perspective, Ducarre was the person on his side who was closest to the Conquerors, and was also the Conquerors' summoner. The war demon summoned by Ducarre almost killed him directly, so it's understandable that he wanted to settle scores with this troublemaker who had never obeyed him.

"The Regent is not fighting against some strange little country in a remote snowy mountain, but against the behemoth that is Victoria. It seems that even he cannot completely eliminate my influence."

"Or perhaps, the absoler who hides himself behind a mask wants to stir up even greater chaos."

No matter how you look at it, Loting doesn't think that choosing to settle scores with the Blood Court during a time of wartime crisis is a wise decision.

Either the Regent has lost his former rationality under the influence of the berserk aura, or the Absolution Master acted on his own initiative, impersonating the Regent and provoking conflict between the Blood Court and the Sarkaz Military Council.

In order to figure out these guys who seemed to want to reap the benefits without lifting a finger, Lotin intentionally or unintentionally extended this bloody path to the Royal Academy of Sciences, which had been usurped by the Absolute Master.

Ducarre clearly noticed that the Conqueror was acting more decisively and ruthlessly at this moment, and the lightning storm made the Conqueror even more nervous in collecting blood taxes.

And Lotin has indeed stacked the passive buff to 100 layers.

"The blood of the Pardoner is incredibly pure, but in my opinion, it is even more filthy than that of the Sarkaz, whose bloodline is the most mixed."

Within the black of Lotin's helmet, crimson eyes emitted a faint glow; the detection effect granted by [Mountain Barrier] made it difficult for most stealth users to conceal their presence.

“Traces of ancient witchcraft blend them into the ruins and shadows.”

The hook axe spun in Lotin's hand. In the past, Lotin had to rely on Laurentina's help to hit fast-moving, stealthy, and hard-to-find enemies, but this situation has been significantly improved with the growth of Lotin's combat experience and the reforging and materialization of reconnaissance equipment.

The hook axe, dragging its chain, hurtled away, pulling a Sarkaz man in a black robe with long horns and a golden mask from a corner that Ducarre hadn't even noticed. His fingernails, having gripped the wall so tightly, were left in five bloody streaks mixed with dust and solidified into a muddy mess.

"The personal guards of the pardoning master."

The giant's large hand gripped the man's neck tightly, and a frenzied rage surged into his brain. He struggled to pick up the longsword he had dropped during the dragging, but given his physical strength, it was all in vain.

"Blood Demon, you must think that the Absolutioner is a pure and noble person with pure blood."

Loting gradually increased the pressure in his hands, and his nun was whispering, questioning him about why he was hiding on this road.

Loting briefly loosened his grip, but the pardoner's personal guard still refused to utter a single word, so Loting once again subjected him to the agony of suffocation.

This cycle continued, and he still refused to utter a single word, perhaps because the absolutist had cast some kind of spell on his own people that could affect their caution.

Lotin snapped his neck and tossed the body of his subordinate aside.

"But in my eyes, their blood is dirtier than that of the Sarkaz, whose bloodline is mixed."

"Things will turn into their opposites when they reach their extremes. Ducarre, the king who usurped the throne, was also the ancestor, father, brother, and son of the pardoner."

"Such filthy blood is not even qualified to be my offering."

The actions of the pardoner were utterly disgusting to Loting. The immortal monsters lurking in the shadows had always been Loting's most wary targets.

“Conqueror, I heard the whispers of the Sarkaz souls. Besides their thirst for mere slaughter, they have uttered new voices.”

"The demon lord of the alien race has departed; who can now soothe the Sarkaz's raging heart...?"

Ducarre felt the unnatural passion churning in his chest vanish, leaving only a heavy sorrow that didn't belong to him.

The airship's shadow obscured the bodies of the Blood Demon and the Conqueror, its appearance expanding the dimensions of modern Terran warfare.

"The fact that the deceased soul still retains such powerful strength is the reason why the Absolution Master is determined to resurrect her."

Lotin also sensed the whispers of the Sarkaz souls. His body was physiologically a Sarkaz, floating above the data inside the Originium. The so-called "souls" that had bound someone all along were now questioning the Conqueror about why the Sarkaz were being slaughtered as well.

"Nautilus, insatiable! The Sarkaz have been feeding you for thousands of years, why do you still greedily continue to demand more?"

"Nautilus, blind fool! You have turned the Sarkaz into bloodthirsty savages in your pursuit of more blood tax."

"Nautilus..."

Ah, the Sarkaz souls began their reckoning against the Conquerors without warning.

"Knowing this all along, you still chose to summon this bloodthirsty behemoth again and again. The demon lords tirelessly offered the bloodiest tributes, not only to besiege Kazdel, but also to intimidate dissidents and rebels. How many clans have been destroyed by me because of the demon lords' requests?"

“Your regent made the same attempt on his way to kill his sister.”

"And then they got angry and embarrassed because I didn't respond for some reason. What, now they want to kick me aside and leave me hanging?"

"As long as the war continues, the Sarkaz will never be able to get rid of me."

"I merely uttered the words 'I want more blood,' and countless demon kings and lords flocked to me. How laughable are you souls! How many of you didn't act this way in your previous lives?"

Luo Ting raised his head, and the murmurs of the souls came from there.

The biggest reason Therese didn't trust him was simply that Lotin couldn't answer his calls because he was in system hosting, not how much he felt guilty about the blood tax he was offered.

The snow-white Sarkaz, whose expression always carried a deep sadness, descended from the airship and looked down at Lotin from a high-rise building of a newspaper office.

"How can I satisfy your insatiable thirst? The Sarkaz have no more blood left to shed for you."

Theresa closed her eyes and nodded, her expression full of regret for the deceased Sarkaz soldiers.

“Princess, you did not show yourself when your brother was almost killed by my hook axe. But when I approached the lair of the absolutist, you eagerly showed yourself.”

"Puppet of the souls, I question you: Is the Demon King you have chosen that pitiful, pathetic, and hateful knocker at the door?"

The White Horned Demon King of the Pardoner lineage, because he devoted his entire life to studying the secrets of Originium's storage of information and creation of an internalized universe, almost touching the essence of Originium, was known as the "Knocker".

Theresa's behavior was quite strange. Theresis fled in panic, but she dared to confront herself and even attacked the Conqueror as a node connecting the Sarkaz souls to the present world.

"She won't be happy to see you continue to slaughter the Sarkaz people."

"She believes this land will overcome the difficulties. You will drift further and further away from her."

Theresa, with a strange expression, did not answer Lotin's question, but instead changed the subject.

"she?"

"The Doctor from Rhodes Island."

When Theresa mentioned this person, a flicker of pain crossed her face, but she quickly returned to a sorrowful and solemn demeanor, albeit unnaturally. Mentioning the Rhodes Island doctor was also a result of Theresa's own conscious manipulation.

Lotin realized with anger that the people talking about the Rhodes Island doctor weren't even Theresa herself, but rather the Sarkaz souls that had already taken Theresa by their side.

"Bloodthirsty barbarians, what face do you have to speak of a pioneer who bestowed upon you the right to live?"

"Erasing her memories and molding her into someone who benefits the Sarkaz's survival, will that make you feel at ease deceiving yourselves?"

"When you opened the Pandora's Box that sealed the Originium in the Silver Mountains, did you obtain permission from its master? You wanted power, you wanted powerful sorcery, and the Originium gave it to you."

"Ore disease is the bitter fruit you have brought to the whole land."

"What an ugly face you have, you wandering ghosts of the demon race, wanting power but unwilling to pay the price. How is there any difference between how you treat me and how you treat Originium?"

The Doctor accepted Theresa's request entirely out of her personal values ​​and kindness; she had never had any obligation to the Sarkaz.

"Theresia, do you think you can appear innocent by hiding behind those wandering ghosts?"

"It was your hand that erased her memory, not those wandering ghosts who dragged you along. While she was suffering, you still chose to stand on the Sarkaz's side, leaving her with the infamy of an executioner and imposing obligations that were not hers on her who had lost her memory."

“You are a Sarkaz, so it’s only natural for you to stand on the Sarkaz’s side. But now that you’ve chosen your side, stop pretending to act like you’re doing this for her sake.”

Allowing the Sarkaz to live on the creations of the previous civilization was an act of her personal mercy. Regardless of whether the previous civilization's Originium program had gone astray, she needed no other reason to kill the Sarkaz in order to prevent these unintended consequences from further disrupting the Originium program.

Simply trash-talking him or using the Doctor for moral coercion wouldn't have been enough to enrage Lothing so much, but the Sarkaz souls did both at the same time.

This made Luo Ting realize the true colors of these wandering ghosts: they had opened the seal on the Originium without permission and did not want to bear the consequences; they craved the power of the conqueror but turned around and attacked him for being greedy.

"The Sarkaz who crave something for nothing."

"At this moment, feel my bloodshed and carnage!"

The frenzied crimson energy was injected into the nearby altar, and crimson rain poured down again, staining Theresa's flawless white hair red and forming yet another pool of blood.

A massive arm slammed down on the crumbling building, and through the hazy, indistinct rain of blood, the outline of the armored giant who, according to the accounts of the dead souls, cleaved through behemoths on the wasteland, came into view.

Chapter 129: The Wrestling King of Lontinim

In Loting's opinion, neither Big Te nor Little Te are easy to deal with.

Although they tried different routes, their fundamental goal was to save the Sarkaz.

Since the position is already so clear, why continue to use the doctor's wishes to morally blackmail Lotin?

Putting aside the fact that the idea of ​​using the Doctor to morally blackmail him is very strange in itself—how do these Sarkaz ancestral spirits view his relationship with the Doctor?

Did they really think that Loting would change his goals and principles for such a trivial reason?

Lotin certainly appreciated such profound and heavy emotions, but this need was never his primary concern.

Lotin could tell that these Sarkaz ancestral spirits desperately wanted him, the variable that should have been eliminated, to disappear, so they brought Theresa's body to him.

Having been bound to the surface of their consciousness within the Originium-infused universe for years, these former Sarkaz sages and wise men have become paranoid and stubborn.

Since even Regent Gangruo couldn't stop Lotin's advance, they tried to use Theresa's inability to separate her consciousness from the ancestral souls to force Lotin to back down.

But they were wrong. Such pointless attacks and weak threats were completely ineffective in changing Lotin's original course of action.

Rhodes Island has already figured out a solution for the Shard Tower, and the blood tax collected is enough to make the gray-armored giant stand up from the blood pool. The threat of the ancestral spirits to Rhodes Island is as pale and powerless as a child's babbling.

As the giant appeared, the red rain blurred the airship's windows, and Theresa on the rooftop seemed insignificant next to the giant's fingers.

In its gigantic state, the berserk aura of the skin's passive skill [Blood Boil Meat Crush] is further enhanced. The incessantly chattering Sarkaz spirits finally cease their vicious insults and instead mechanically repeat the extent of the destruction, the horrific deaths and terrors they caused when they summoned [Conqueror].

The red, menacing light emanating from the giant's eyes instantly filled Theresa's eyes with bloodshot veins. Yet, she showed no intention of dodging or retreating, continuing to stare directly into the giant's eyes until two horrifying tears of blood dripped down the princess's elegant and beautiful face.

The Theresa before him was merely a corpse that had been resurrected by the Absolutioner's magic. Crushing this body would be of no use. The Sarkaz ancestral spirits that drove Theresa to act in ways that did not conform to her original words and deeds still lingered on the surface of the consciousness stream within the Originium.

Lotin has found another reason to imprison or annihilate souls.

Defeating Theresis, Steam Knight, and Ducarre brought Lotin enough bounty to reforge and buy another piece of equipment. He had to consider both the practicality of the equipment's effects and the additional effects of the reforged and materialized equipment.

"So enormous, this is the true form of a conqueror."

Through the closed-circuit camera on the lower part of the airship, which had never been affected by the red rain, Theresis saw the armored giant moving its enormous body.

"Tearing mountains apart, cutting off rivers."

Therese recalled even more distant historical texts, though he believed there were still some exaggerations in them.

"Airship, prepare to fire and cover Your Highness's retreat."

Even though the Theresa in front of him was not his real sister, he still treated her as if she were the real Theresa. This time, Theresis tried his best to dissuade her from leaving the airship, but Theresa insisted on going.

That stubborn look was exactly the same as Theresa's in the past, but she showed a resistant expression, which did not escape Theresis's eyes even for a moment.

Driven forward by some force, it is the call of the Sarkaz souls, but what is it for?

The Sarkaz airships are equipped with medium-caliber rapid-fire Originium cannons, whose power is even less than that of the main guns of the Kazimierz light high-speed warships.