Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

"Bronze Ghost, you water ghost, who sent you to take my life? And why are you stained with Sarkaz blood?"

"It's that one, that demon king from another race, hahaha."

“She summoned her conqueror.”

Manfred's eyes were closing slowly; he was about to give up.

"Impossible."

“It is I who want to obtain tribute from the Demon King, not the Demon King who wants me to destroy the enemy. Nautilus will not bow down to anyone.”

Lotin remarked with a sigh, wondering why every Sarkaz person would try to associate themselves with Amiya.

“I brought what the Sarkaz crave; you should thank me.”

"No... The Sarkaz have gathered here to unite and give homeless people a place to go."

"The cuckoo takes over the magpie's nest."

"Just watch, when the conquerors appear, how many Sarkaz will be able to suppress the urge for killing and conquest that runs deep in their bones?"

"Your beloved teacher doesn't seem to be content with just having a 'home' for Sarkaz."

Manfred wanted to ask something more, but found that blood clots had blocked his throat. The giant anchor fell again, and Manfred's last question seeped into this land, which was foreign to the Sarkaz, along with the bursting blood.

[Deep Sea Titan has killed Manfred]

[Bounty: 430 Gold Coins]

"Victoria's White Wolf, long time no see."

The brass giant turned around, the giant anchor still dripping blood.

"Lord Nautilus, thank you for your help in any case."

The horn salutes in the understanding of Victorian professional soldiers.

"I've already paid one-tenth; it was just a small favor."

"Go, go and take back your homeland."

The bronze giant shouldered the massive anchor and followed the arrangement of the altars toward Ducarre's location.

That's how war is. The blood of the Victorians and the blood of the Sarkaz are all blood, and the Victorian counterattack can bring even more bloodshed.

Chapter 114: An Unexpected Encounter with Shining

"It's a pity... I'm still too late."

The pristine white Sarkaz woman stood beside the remains of the city's defensive cannons. The destruction of the "Root of Ticaz" brought Theresis the devastating news of her beloved disciple's death.

In Kazdel, the young general would look the Demon King straight in the eye, unlike when he came to Lentinium where he was so reserved.

Manfred is dead; not even a complete body remains.

"The dead still dream."

Theresa did not come because of Manfred's death, but because she sensed the presence of the true Demon King by the city walls.

She dreamed of the ship again and again, of talking to the doctor who rarely smiled, of standing side by side with the taciturn commander on the deck, of...

The conqueror extended his gleaming hand from the pool of blood and stood beside the commander.

He said, "Is it painful? Is it agonizing? Then don't think about it anymore, just crush it all."

"Is that child trying to control such a terrifying monster?"

"Deep Sea Titan, Knight of Light, Conqueror."

“A demon that has returned from the abyss. Its chaos surpasses even that of the evil spirits of the tower.”

Theresa wiped the dust from her face; she wouldn't cry.

Meanwhile, Ducarre approached the pardoner with considerable displeasure.

"I didn't expect you to return so late, Your Majesty."

The pardoner, draped in a black cloak and sporting a nauseating smile, greeted the returning king.

"Ah."

Ducarre appeared slightly tired, but his anger showed no signs of abating.

“Master of forgiveness, you have tampered with the altar.”

"Ah, you didn't go out to find food because you were starving?"

The smiling pardoner was surprised that the Blood Demon had discovered his little trick so quickly.

"And that Manfred, he dared to activate those little toys on the city walls right above my head."

"I'm covered in dust, half of it is because of him. Maybe I should teach him a lesson."

Ducarre irritably shook off the dust, not caring at all that it had drifted onto the pardoner in front of him.

"He is dead. Ruthlessly crushed by the brass ghost."

The pardoner said he understood the Blood Demon's anger.

It seems that not only Lotin was coaxing him, but the Sarkaz himself often did it too.

"Ha, as expected. I told Therese long ago that he's a soft-hearted coward."

Ducarre felt no regret or sympathy whatsoever; on the contrary, he felt a sense of pleasure.

With that fool who dared to mess with him and disrupt his magic array gone, I felt much better.

Who is the "Bronze Ghost"?

That is most likely the Conqueror himself. His brass-clad appearance already makes it impossible for Ducarre to gain any advantage.

If Manfred had faced him head-on, this outcome would have been entirely fitting.

"The Regent believed that this was all part of the plan."

Despite what the absolution masters said, the destructive power displayed by the brass ghost still exceeded their expectations.

"Then go ahead and carry out your plan."

"Don't defile my altar."

"Otherwise, I will make sure your ancestors never have a usable body again."

Ducarre uttered those vicious words without hesitation and turned to leave, but then he remembered something important.

“Tell Theresis… I’m waiting for the next banquet to begin.”

Ducarre came up with a great plan.

The Victorian nobles in the city are throwing lavish banquets to curry favor with the Sarkaz.

When the atmosphere of the banquet reaches its peak, the laughter abruptly stops and turns into screams; that's when the atmosphere becomes most captivating...

Let their blood complete the final, correct summoning circle.

"They're even thinking about summoning the Conqueror."

"These petty tricks... I'm afraid the Regent won't tolerate them for much longer."

At this time, the Absolution Master's personal guards also sent back intelligence, including not only the Grand Duke's movements outside the city, but also another piece of information.

"Oh, she's back."

"Shouldn't we have a family meeting after all this time?"

The pardoner, who hadn't shown any sign of embarrassment in a long time, smiled undisguisedly and immediately ordered the Royal Academy of Sciences to make preparations.

"Liz... how are you feeling? Are you a little tired from traveling too fast?"

Shining looked at Liz, the Nightingale, with concern, as she seemed to feel a tightness in her chest.

"Is it because we're getting closer to home?"

Shining had absolutely no desire to call "that place" home.

"The Shining... home is only when you and Nearl are together."

"But I want to be with you, and... I want to get back what I've lost."

Liz is the product of an experiment by the Pardoner; she is merely an empty shell, her consciousness and memories filled with fragments.

"Not only that, it's time to end the cycle of evil."

"The Conqueror, who never reappeared during the civil war in Kazdel, almost made me give up on the idea."

"But in Casimir, we saw Him again."

She was born with sin in her body and the most filthy and corrupt blood of the Sarkaz flowed through her veins.

This distorted cycle cannot be allowed to continue.

"Shining, are you also planning to rely on the power of the giants, just like Nearl?"

Liz did not show any objection, and Nearl also held the giant in clear respect when they were in Kazimierz.

"I will offer tribute to the Conqueror and ask for His power to utterly destroy Quesatushta."

For Shining, this was a decision, and also a liberation.

The walls of Londinium make it look like a huge cage or a closed graveyard, but it is also the home of some people, past and future.

Lotin's insatiable appetite in Kazimierz puts immense pressure on Shining. Just how many tithes will it take to satisfy the Conqueror's current demands?

How many deaths and how much blood would she have to sacrifice for her own liberation?

"There's nothing wrong with these patterns."

Lotin followed the altar array toward the gathering place of the nobles.

He could observe that supplies were still going in and out of the place, which meant that the massacre in the original story had not yet begun. Since the massacre banquet in the original story had not yet begun, it meant that Ducarre was still having fun here.

Of course, this kind of fun will involve a lot of bloodshed, so Lotin doesn't plan to continue pressuring Ducarre.

"You are... Rhodes Island operators Shining and Liz?"

Luo Ting had only met the two people along the way, and the two seemed to have deliberately stopped when they heard the loud noise he was making.

"Conqueror, are you drawing a summoning circle for yourself?"

For some reason, Shining felt a little sorry for the Conqueror.

She couldn't understand why, despite the Conqueror possessing such immense power, neither of the two demon kings wanted to summon him.

"No, someone else wants to summon me, but he seems to have been slightly disturbed by the Absolutioner."

"Could it be... that you also want to summon the Conqueror?"

These magic circles were indeed drawn by Ducarre. If anyone is pitiful, it is Ducarre, because due to the interference of the absolutist, he had to redo a large area of ​​them twice.

Loting quickly recalled the plot and pondered why Shining was here.

She came here for Liz. The family of pardoners called her a vessel. Shining wanted to free her incomplete companion from the pain of incompleteness.

Chapter 115: Compared to the Pardoner, the Blood Demon is still not extreme enough.

Laurentina's gaze fell on the Sarkaz girl carrying the birdcage.

That unnatural fragility bothered her greatly; those eyes were innocent yet empty, giving her a familiar feeling of being "polluted" by Originium.

"That girl is really strange."

"It's like stuffing fragments of memory into an empty shell; it's truly unbelievable."

Laurentina couldn't help but show a look of disgust. She knew all too well how terrifying the effects of Originium could be on memories and the mind, and the symptoms of this Sarkaz girl in front of her gave Laurentina a sense of empathy.

Especially the caged bird in Nightingale's hands. Laurentina's spinal cord contained a high concentration of Originium solution, making her quite sensitive to the overflowing Originium energy. She noticed that this little bluebird in the cage was not just an ordinary animal companion.

It's almost like an overflow of emotions and consciousness.

Laurentina was unaware of the nature and principles of Originium; it was only her physiological structure, affected by Originium, that told her that the bluebird in the Sarkaz female birdcage was such an incredible thing.

“Agor, you are quite sensitive, and your body is probably not a natural product.”

A flicker of panic crossed Shining's previously expressionless face, as if Laurentina's words had touched upon something she didn't want to face.