Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Lotin knew that Manfred had spent months debugging the city's defensive cannon, and once it was removed, he would no longer be able to freely provide fire support.

Chapter 109: Kitten Egg Roll

Pipelines. Deep, seemingly endless pipelines. The Sadien district is the old industrial area of ​​Lentinium. Energy and raw materials needed to be transported in continuously and unimpeded. Demand stimulated the extension of pipelines, making the pipelines here the most intricate and complex.

These pipes connect the entire city. They are the blood vessels of Londinium, constantly transporting energy to the heart of Londinium.

The bronze giant severed Londinium's blood vessels. Lotin refused to interact with Londinium's underground labyrinth. The vibrations coming from above never stopped. Lotin reasonably deduced that the enemy's bombardment was more like a deterrent and intimidation.

The giant anchor knocked away the falling steel beams, and the rotating brass hatch blocked the molten metal. The three of them were digging much faster than the tunnel behind them was collapsing, and they quickly escaped the range of the shelling.

"Compared to this place, Xiaoqiu County is far from being a real battlefield."

Skadi once again witnessed the inefficient and polluting weapons of the land dwellers, which could not cleanly and efficiently eliminate the enemy, but could bring long-lasting pain like a festering sore.

“But you have already witnessed me tearing apart the fleet of Kazimierz from my shoulder, Hunter.”

"The feeling of viewing the battlefield from a high vantage point under protection is quite different from being there in person."

Skadi broke through another wall, and in Lotin's words, he was bleeding the city of Lentinium.

Meanwhile, atop the towering walls of Londinium, a "young" Sarkaz nobleman appeared beside the general.

He looked like a young nobleman whose photograph would appear in a newspaper, someone who loved to talk eloquently about the political and economic situation in Londinium. His face was pale, and his expression revealed unparalleled arrogance.

"Cease fire."

His tone toward General Manfred was entirely one of condescending command.

A "young prince" who entered the battlefield without even wearing armor naturally ordered Manfred to stop the shelling.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to know the reason."

Manfred's politeness towards the other party was merely superficial, and perhaps also stemmed from the deep-seated awe of such a powerful and terrifying being deep within the Sarkaz.

Not all princes of the royal court were willing to fully follow their teacher's advice in this war, and this prince was clearly one of them.

"You severed the totem that I use to collect blood."

"It takes such a big effort to deal with just a few rats in the sewers."

"inability."

Manfred was already used to the Great Khan's extremely arrogant attitude, but he was still puzzled.

Haven't those workers who were escorted to the factory by Wang Tingjun satisfied the appetite of this ancient blood demon?

Manfred was already quite displeased with the Blood Lord's wanton killing of Londinium's technicians to drink their blood, but now he was going a step further by demanding that he stop shelling.

It's important to understand that every skilled worker killed in Londinium is one less available, and the Sarkaz, lacking basic education, simply cannot maintain the normal production of these military factories.

An extra piece of armor and an extra crossbow bolt mean less bloodshed for the Sarkaz soldiers.

"Cease shelling for now."

Manfred ultimately yielded to the Blood Lord, especially since he lacked the strength to stop him. The Blood Lord's lifestyle was clearly beyond Manfred's comprehension.

The messenger dared not raise his head, but simply relayed the general's orders.

The Sarkaz people had no basic skills in operating the city's defensive cannons. In fact, the city's defensive soldiers were coerced into operating the cannons. When they fired into the city, how could they not be tormented?

But regardless, they still opened fire on the city they were supposed to protect.

"Stop bombing the city indiscriminately. If my magic circle is destroyed because of your reckless bombing, can your impure blood bear the consequences?"

If the Sarkaz, with their mixed bloodlines, could be as strong and resilient as those brother and sister, they might not be unable to catch the eye of the Blood Demon Lord Ducarei.

“Sarkaz…”

The Blood Lord murmured the word to himself. To him, Sarkaz was still a derogatory term for a corrupted version of himself. Even now, this ancient Blood Lord, who had lived for countless years, still regarded himself as "Tikaz" deep in his heart.

They were born to conquer and rule this land, and all things were their servants.

In his eyes, there was only one thing that could truly destroy the Sarkaz—cowardice. He despised Theresa even more than Theresis.

To this day, he does not regret killing his cowardly brother.

"The one-eyed giants also became timid and hesitant."

Highlord Ducarre of the Blood Demons shook his head dismissively. The Blood Demon Royal Court had presided over the summoning ceremony of the Conqueror for generation after generation of demon lords, yet this King of the Capturer had ordered the abandonment of the summoning ceremony of the [Conqueror] simply because of a prophecy from the Cyclops.

The Blood Demons always knew how to gain the Conqueror's trust, and they always offered the most terrifying and bloody tributes.

Two hundred years ago, during the war to defend Kazdel, the Blood Lord single-handedly annihilated an entire fully armed Victoria Legion.

Two hundred years later, these filthy aliens used even more blasphemous weapons and tools, which indeed made them an even more dangerous adversary.

But if we can get the Conqueror to reappear, wouldn't it be a piece of cake to crush Victoria's proud fleet?

"A net woven with blood."

Ducarle's retinue is drawing up a ritual circle to summon the Conqueror. In his view, the reason why no one has been favored by the Conqueror during the civil war in Kazdel is simply because not enough blood has been shed.

However, Manfred's bombardment forced him to redraw the damaged magic circle, which was another tedious process.

"Fine, the fact that the Blood Demon Lord chased after rats in the sewers is enough for you to boast about."

Loting, who was not far from the city's defensive cannons, also noticed some strange movements appearing around him from time to time. Shadows were moving, no, they were not shadows, but extremely thick blood.

He instantly connected the surging blood with the Blood Demon Lord's Originium Arts, but the blood showed no signs of attacking; it was simply running around aimlessly for the time being.

"No, it's not running around randomly, it's drawing something."

Lotin used his Q ability, Clear the Channel, to pull himself to a high platform, where the flowing blood was drawing a pattern.

"The Conqueror's Summoning Ritual?"

Lotin was pondering why the Blood Lord would use his Originium Arts to draw up a ritual to summon the Conqueror. Was the Sarkaz Military Council preparing to summon him to deal with the assembled Victoria fleet?

"A regent who holds the power of the storm should be fearless."

If the Shard hadn't been destroyed, the Grand Dukes wouldn't have launched their all-out attack.

Does the Regent really need the help of someone who has already refused to acknowledge their existence?

"I don't understand."

Loting shook his head in confusion, but the person most likely to interfere with his drawing of the magic circle was drawing it at this moment, which made Loting alert. Could it be that the Sarkaz had left some way out to interfere with his thoughts?

"But I have [Purification]."

Even without any equipment or talent bonuses, Lotin was able to withstand Hai Si's near-mental attacks in the sea until the system forced him offline and took over.

What stood in front of Lotin was the last sealed door, which in the original story was described as "requiring six or seven attacks from heavy armored vehicles to break through," making it far more sturdy than the walls that had been breached before.

With a sharp, loud bang, a crack appeared in the middle of the metal door.

Under the immense force tearing at the door, the thick metal seemed to become thinner than paper, and the crack was rapidly widening, the dark void behind it resembling the deep mouth of a monster.

"Where is the mouse?"

As the smoke and dust cleared, a figure appeared at the end of the dark passage.

It wasn't some ferocious monster; it had no twisted limbs, no sharp fangs or teeth, and didn't grow any extra tentacles.

"Blood Lord Ducarre".

The bronze giant and the blood demon locked eyes for a fleeting moment.

Ducarre looked embarrassed; the aura emanating from the other party clearly indicated that he was not some lowly rat from the sewers.

Even Shining only dared to identify the giant knight after observing his various actions. Ducarre, who only exchanged a glance with him, naturally did not know that the bronze giant in front of him was the one he was about to summon.

Chapter 110: Xun Ge is not Zhou Shuren

"Shouldn't this person be more interested in the current Demon King?"

"Why are you drawing summoning circles and wandering around the passageway all the time?"

Loting, who was on the high platform, was very puzzled.

In his memory, Ducarre was a rather arrogant ancient Sarkaz who didn't even respect the Black Crown's authorization to the Demon King and killed his brother, who had been chosen by the Black Crown, without hesitation.

"Hunter, nun, stand here and don't move."

The other party was, after all, an expert in handling blood, and Lotin had no need to make Skadi risk bleeding to face him. Therefore, he had Laurentina and Skadi wait on the platform.

"Blood Demon, you're just messing around with those stupid graffiti."

"What a breach of etiquette! What a disgrace!"

The brass giant's deep voice echoed through the pipes, and the Blood Demon's expression gradually changed from ugly to furious.

"And who are you, Agor? Why do you stay in the dark, damp trenches, but instead venture deep into the dry, arid land?"

"What, Agor is no longer satisfied with ruling the seas, he wants to covet the lands that originally belonged to the Sarkaz?"

Ducarre did not choose to act rashly; the aura of that bronze giant was completely different from the enemies he had encountered after arriving in Lontinim.

Lotin looked at Ducarre with an incredulous expression, leading many to mistakenly believe that Lotin, in his default skin, was an Iberian.

But Ducarre's immediate association with the Agorians or even the country of Agor seems a bit too far off track.

"Ah, that's it."

The silhouettes of the tomahawk and anchor, the silhouettes of the diving suit and gray-white armor, all gave Ducarre a strange sense of familiarity.

"The cowardly demon king failed to win the favor of the conquerors, so he sent you, an imposter, to make a clumsy imitation."

"Agor, how can your bloated bodies and rusty brass shells compare to the conquerors?"

Ducarre is someone who places extreme importance on Sarkaz bloodlines; he cannot sense any Sarkaz ancestry in others.

This made him momentarily forget the possibility that the other party might actually be a "conqueror".

He's so extreme that he could deny Black Crown's racial fastidiousness just because Black Crown chose Amiya.

The second, this is the second person to attack the form of the Deep Sea Titan since the immortal Black Serpent.

Why do these old geezers from Terra always speak with such an aggressive tone?

"Blind to the truth."

As the bronze giant hurled its massive anchor, crimson blood transformed into sharp blades that assaulted Lotin.

Bloodseeker dodged Lothing's Q skill. Come to think of it, Lothing hasn't missed a Q in a long time. Bloodseeker's combat awareness is indeed terrifying.

"Ha, I was just thinking of strangling a few rats when I was bored, but I didn't expect to run into a despicable and shameless imitator."

【Conqueror】represents the Sarkaz people's most primal desire for killing and conquest, which is enough to earn the admiration of the Blood Demons.

In Ducarre's view, such a deliberate imitation of "The Conqueror" was an offense to him.

The brass cabin door spun, and as the cracks widened, surging tidal energy swept away the blood that was being carried along.

This time, Loting's opponent is the Lord of the Royal Court, who was capable of slaughtering an entire Victoria Legion under the preparation of a magic array.

But Lotin also had the feat of single-handedly repelling an army.

You don't have a complete magic array field, and I haven't grown to gigantic size; neither of us has revealed our trump cards.

Ducarre watched in astonishment as his opponent moved clumsily and launched an illogical charge.

His actions were full of flaws and didn't seem like something someone who had been through a battle would do; it almost made him laugh in exasperation.

Thick blood tore at Lotin's body, activating inorganic matter to change its physical properties, which was not difficult for Ducarre.

No matter how hard he tried to concentrate, he couldn't change the brass casing of Loting in the slightest.

The giant stomped the ground, triggering three energy explosions; the destructive energy, like jets of water, scattered blood.

The increased spell power made the E skill [Surging Current] even more destructive, with raging floods relentlessly sweeping through the pipe.

"This is!"

Ducarre made the mistake of retreating, which resulted in three impacts hitting him. His blood formed a shield, which shattered under the strain of the first two impacts.

The damage from the third shockwave was somewhat reduced, so Ducarre almost completely withstood it.

The brass giant's charge continued, with Ducarre once again stirring his blood to tear at Lotin's "weaknesses" and "inconsistencies".

But as the brass giant took damage, he was already close enough that the brass hatches once again surrounded him, and the power of the abyssal tides continued to converge on the anchor.

[Nash's Tooth] + [Heart Steel] + [Overwhelming Force] + [Tai's Wrath], this is Lothing's massive anchor hammer strike.