Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

The hunter and the nun then jumped down from the high platform and returned to the brass giant's side.

"Blood Demon Lord, we'll meet again later."

Ducarre remained impolite. He was still stubborn, but his actions betrayed him.

Ducarre believes he seems to want to knock off the Regent's sycophantic firecracker toy.

Let him be, anyway, he's also quite annoyed by that thing.

Looking at Ducarre's indifferent attitude, Lotin felt a little puzzled. Which side was he on?

"The Great Khan has not yet returned, Hadley, what do you think?"

Manfred was itching to keep shelling; in his eyes, being blown up by artillery fire might be more humane than being killed by the Blood Demon.

He was starting to consider firing again, but if the Blood Demon Lord hadn't left the pipe yet, things would go wrong.

That old monster wouldn't even leave his contact information, and he always had a sour face, so everyone had to put up with him.

"Perhaps the Blood Demon Lord was enjoying himself to the fullest for once."

Hedley thought that either the people below were just some restless citizens of Lontinim, and the Blood Demon had lost interest and gone elsewhere.

Either the thing below is the bronze ghost, and the Blood Demon is still fighting it here, but if they are really fighting, there would be no sound at all.

When powerful individuals of this caliber fight with all their might, Lentinium's pipes cannot conceal it.

"Why are the streets so quiet? There are no citizens' self-defense forces here, and no soldiers from Deep Pool have appeared either."

No sooner had Hedley finished speaking than a loud crash came from the city wall behind him as it collapsed.

As expected of a die-hard fan of streamer uttu, he was so impressed by the silence that he was marveling at the aftermath of the bombardment when an unexpected situation occurred.

"Quickly assemble the team and investigate."

Manfred glanced at Hedley out of the corner of his eye because of his words, a look of surprise that couldn't have been a deliberate performance.

"who?"

"A brass ghost? Why would it be here?"

"Cover your ears! Don't listen to Sister Agor's screams!"

The royal army guarding the area immediately began to form ranks and counterattack, but like the patrol team, their resistance was ultimately futile.

"Terrible taste."

It's understandable that old-school nobles like Ducarre might find the diving suit bulky, since they assume that Nautilus, under the skin, is somewhat short-limbed.

Laurentina's voice was clearly very pleasant, and she was just chuckling, but these Sarkaz people made it sound like they were hearing some kind of ghostly scream.

Because of Nash's Tooth, the giant anchor, which is normally imbued with magical energy, can quickly burn out the wiring inside the city's defensive cannon structure.

Because Loting's spell power was already very high, the impact even traveled along the lines to the control room of the city defense cannon. Sparks flew from the instruments, causing the city defense operator to pull his hand back in pain.

"Hey, Victorian, what the hell are you doing?"

The officer said that these Victorians had received professional operational training, which was why they were able to use such complex weapons as city defense cannons.

But the royal guard who was in charge of watching the gunners now felt that these Victorians were nothing special, even managing to damage their own weapons like this.

"Sir, I, I..."

The pain turned his face pale, and blood was dripping from his severed finger.

"Even the Felin people's bodies aren't that fragile, right?"

By the time the royal army soldier realized something was wrong, it was too late. The base of the city defense cannon had already begun to collapse, and the loud noise coming from below was indistinguishable from a high-powered Originium explosive.

"An infiltration team, a demolition suicide squad?"

Upon hearing the loud noise, Manfred immediately got up and led his team to investigate.

"I will keep an eye out for any signs of wind coming from other directions, General."

Hedley's mercenary forces mainly perform secondary tasks such as capturing people and guarding factories, and rarely get to enter important strategic nodes like city defense cannons.

"Who exactly is this person who has managed to infiltrate to this extent?"

"They even dared to bomb the city's defense artillery; they're no longer just an ordinary force of civilian resistance."

The guards Manfred assigned were not green recruits who had just been promoted from mercenaries, but veterans who had fought their way through the Kazdel Civil War.

The extremely brief interval between the two loud explosions made it seem as if the defending troops had not offered any effective resistance.

He watched as the city's defensive cannons collapsed as their bases crumbled, and his months of effort were all for naught.

"Bronze-colored, towering figure, a steam knight."

Manfred gripped his sword tightly in one hand and held up the suspended spellcasting unit in the other, the "Root of Tikkaz" that his teacher had taught him to use.

"No, the Steam Knight's figure wouldn't be so bulky and comical."

The one who came wasn't a Steam Knight, and besides, it would take at least two Steam Knights to hold Manfred back.

Unfortunately, most of them perished because of a shameful betrayal.

His response was a roaring anchor, an anchor larger than himself.

Upon meeting, he immediately called her bloated and ridiculous?

Loting was furious.

Even someone as foul-mouthed as Ducarre only mentioned bloated, which at least had some basis in fact. But you, Manfred, went and added "funny."

Okay, let's see who's the real clown.

Manfred's body, strong enough to withstand the kinetic energy of the giant anchor, was locked in place by the tidal force contained within the anchor.

The Sarkaz general was dragged by the giant anchor, leaving a dent in the ground. The chaotic energy prevented Manfred from using his skills to deflect the force or escape.

Manfred regretted it; how could he have thought this brass monster was ridiculous?

"Fall into the abyss."

Lotin gripped Manfred's sword tightly with his other hand. Manfred was firing the floating cannons he was controlling, but the brass giant remained motionless.

The brass hatch blocked the scattering of the floating cannons, but Lotin used his W skill at this moment not for defense, but to charge the anchor.

Manfred's combat instincts led him to try to abandon his sword and create distance, but the opponent's giant anchor suddenly fell at an illogical speed.

The W skill instantly refreshes basic attacks; this little trick never fails.

The surging energy, like a raging torrent, instantly rushed into Manfred's body. Even someone as powerful as Ducarre could not escape unscathed from this attack.

Manfred has neither the superhuman physique derived from bloodline like the Blood Demon, nor the means to reduce dizziness and damage by forcibly draining blood like the Blood Demon Lord.

"Can your internal organs really withstand it?"

Blood gushed from Manfred's mouth, and the metallic taste of blood in his throat, along with the intense urge to vomit, indicated that his internal organs were ruptured.

"Cough cough!"

Manfred abandoned his sword, spitting out bits of flesh and blood, but the "Root of Tikkaz" on his finger reacted with the surrounding altars.

"New branches sprout from dead wood."

Manfred's body gradually recovered under the influence of Sarkaz sorcery. This "Root of Ticaz" acted like an undead totem when he suffered a fatal injury.

Lotin couldn't just destroy these altars, because he would need them for the ceremony later.

Why add to your own suffering?

However, his own attack during the W duration forced the opponent to use their resurrection armor, indicating that with Lothar's current AP, he could solve the problem by simply dealing damage.

The duration of the W skill hasn't ended yet.

Chapter 113: It's a Deep Sea Titan, We're Saved!

"What terrifying destructive power."

To save his life, Manfred simply gave up the sword that Lottin was holding tightly in his hand.

The sheer brutal force rendered his prized swordsmanship completely useless. No matter how skillfully he tried to pierce the bronze giant's palm, the giant remained unmoved.

Not far away, homemade grenades blasted through the barricades erected by Sarkaz mercenaries, and some people who looked like citizens of Lontinim took the opportunity to climb onto the roof of the factory.

Judging from their alternating marches, mutual cover, and formations, they were clearly not ordinary citizens of Lentinium.

On the rooftop of a nearby factory, the old acquaintance was observing the battle that had come as a complete surprise to them. They had only been planning the route to blow up the city's defensive cannons, but they had witnessed the Sarkaz general getting into a fierce fight.

They had just broken through the blockade of the royal army patrol and took advantage of the lull in the shelling to get close to the city's defensive artillery.

When Horn returned to Londinium, he was devastated. The Stormtroopers had fought desperately in Hillshire, and after their ordeal, they were on their way back to Londinium to deliver a powerful report, only to find their home had been burgled.

These Sarkaz people suddenly became the de facto rulers of Lentinium, even if only temporarily, which angered and humiliated her. The enslavement and persecution of the citizens by these Sarkaz people further fueled her resentment.

"Captain, is that... the Brass Ghost?"

The Stormtroopers, disguised as ordinary citizens of Londinium, were surprised to find the same brass giant who commanded the hills in Londinium.

"We still do not know why he came here."

"To be precise, we do not know who paid the tithe first."

The Horn once offered a tithe to the Brass Giant to prevent the moving block where the refugee camp was located from crashing into the hill.

They are now operating with extreme caution. The Storm Commando has lost the support of its superiors and is essentially operating alone. They can only obtain their weapons, ammunition, and medical supplies by collecting them themselves and with the help of workers.

Many team members are now forced to use homemade weapons.

"This defensive cannon will no longer betray the city it defends."

"For seventy years, the walls of Londinium have never been breached, and for seventy years, the city's cannons have never fired."

Since Little Hill County, Horn had always carried a coin with him, just in case. Even if he couldn't actually get the Brass Ghost's help, it would be worthwhile to make him feel respected and not offended.

"Seventy years later, the city's defensive cannons fired again, but shamefully they pointed the cannons inside the city walls."

"The appearance of the Brass Ghost has created an opportunity for us."

The horn tossed out gold coins, and as the coins landed, the Stormtroopers descended from the rooftops, launching an assault on the Royal Army soldiers whom Lottin had no time to attend to.

Blood-red Originium Arts and crimson lightning strikes are bombarding the Storm Commando team as they launch their assault.

This was the bombardment from Manfred's spellcasting unit's floating cannons.

"Manfred, what arrogance!"

The brass giant angrily broke Manfred's sword in two.

"Fighting me isn't enough to keep you focused? You still have the energy to devote to other things?"

The giant anchor was thrown again, and the "Root of Tikkaz" healed Manfred's wounds as he tried to dodge Lotin's "Channel Clearing".

"Floating cannons are useless against you. Instead of wasting your time, it's better to let more of your subordinates leave alive."

Manfred wasn't physically hooked; his side was grazed by the anchor. His instincts told him that this was a successful dodge, but the next second, the scene before him began to rush by, and a feeling of weightlessness enveloped his body.

The surging energy contained in the giant anchor, like ocean currents and whirlpools, firmly held him to the anchor, and this energy was churning and tearing his internal organs apart.

"What kind of Originium Arts is this?"

Manfred tried to infuse his magic into the giant anchor to neutralize the pull of the deep-sea titan's magical energy, but found that the anchor still held him firmly in place.

He wasn't the Blood Lord. If it were Ducarre, he might have had a chance to break free from the pull of [Clearing the Channel] using this method, but he was Manfred, and his Originium Arts weren't powerful enough.

His cleverness brought about new consequences. When the traction ended, the powerful repulsive force launched him into the air. He tried his best to adjust his body, but found that the repulsive force had already paralyzed his limbs.

"Fall into the abyss, Sarkaz."

The giant anchor hooked Manfred in mid-air, slamming him mercilessly to the ground. Blood splattered, and chaotic energy surged into his body. The dark current of energy injected by the Titan tore apart his lower limbs, causing them to explode and scatter.

"Cough cough."

"If a powerful being like you were lingering nearby, how could the Blood Demon Lord have remained completely unresponsive?"

"Could it be that you killed the Blood Demon?"

Internal organ rupture and massive bleeding blurred Manfred's vision, and his body was losing warmth.

"What are you in Ducarre's eyes? You're nothing but the Regent's lapdog."

"The Blood Demon won't appear here. Give up your last illusions."

The shadow of the giant anchor covered half of Manfred's body.