Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

"You have finally answered our call, Conqueror!"

The Blood Demon Lord knelt on one knee before the Conqueror with utmost respect, his excitement and joy overflowing.

Chapter 119: A Madman Suddenly Sharpens His Knife at Night

Lotin inside the armor did not grow horns, but judging from Ducarre's reaction, the body inside the armor should be physiologically a Sarkaz.

Moreover, they belong to a Sarkaz lineage with very pure blood.

Otherwise, the arrogant Blood Demon Lord wouldn't have treated him with such high respect. Mere strength might earn Ducarre's approval, but not the respect of this proud Blood Demon.

His willingness to briefly kneel on one knee to show respect is enough to demonstrate the Blood Demon's attitude after confirming that he truly is the "Conqueror".

That is the joy of seeing one's desire about to be fulfilled.

"The Sarkaz's enemies will be crushed..."

"Theresia's weakness and incompetence have poisoned a generation of Sarkaz."

Ducarre was overjoyed. The appearance of the Conqueror was awakening the fighting spirit deep within the Sarkaz. In his view, if any force became an obstacle to the Sarkaz's progress, even the Black Crown, which was used to select the Demon King, could be destroyed and destroyed.

Even the conqueror, whom he now treats with such reverence, should be defeated if one day he becomes an obstacle to the Sarkaz's progress.

However, Ducarre has always believed that the Sarkaz are in dire need of the powerful remedy that the Conqueror brings.

Kazdel's repeated destruction made him no longer believe in the slightest weakness.

In fact, the ritual circle that summons the Conqueror is based on the ritual circle he originally used to purify the Sarkaz bloodline.

"All cowardice will be eliminated, the blasphemy of other races will be purified, and the Tikkaz will one day be one with this land again."

It seems that Ducarre himself was also affected by Lotin unlocking the [Conqueror] skin. He was so excited and excited that he didn't seem like a Blood Demon who had lived through many years.

Lotin is examining the skin's passive and racial passive effects related to this skin set.

As he expected, the condition for becoming gigantic was a mark labeled "Crimson Blood Crusher." Whenever Lotin committed a killing, the number of stacks would increase, providing additional health or mana regeneration.

The skin's unique passive ability is a complex buff called "Blood Boil Meat Grinder".

Similarly, this skin's passive ability is also directly related to killing. Its most direct effect is to plunge surrounding creatures into varying degrees of berserk state, with the Sarkaz reacting the most noticeably.

Ducarre's unusually excited state is the best proof of this, which is far from his usual arrogant and indifferent demeanor.

At the same time, it also allows Lothing to restore his health and mana by dealing damage in battle. Lothing can deal more damage to wounded enemies, and can immediately refresh the cooldown of his ultimate ability after killing a hero unit.

After Lotin grows to gigantic size, the mental impact and damage increase from this skill will be enhanced. [Converting damage into health and mana] will also become [stealing the enemy's life force], which is equivalent to directly adding another attack method.

"There is a kind of Darius-like beauty in him."

"I have a disease that makes me want to jump up and fight to the death whenever I see someone with low blood count."

The only flaw beneath this skin is that Lotin needs to constantly use his hook axe to kill enemies in order to alleviate the physical discomfort.

A skin designed solely for the purest, most exhilarating combat experience.

Although Loting had a strong obsession with punishing traitors, he did not have much interest in mere killing.

However, the Regent will surely try to kill the Doctor or Amiya. The path he is pursuing will eventually lead to the land being covered in Originium. The Originium Project has gone off track, and Lothing cannot allow it to continue.

Killing the doctor would have devastating consequences.

Even if Lotin tries to remain indifferent, Precyth will reveal his trump card.

Even if the Regent doesn't cause trouble for him, he will cause trouble for the Regent. Moreover, Teacher Da Te has been obstructing the summoning of the Conqueror in every way. It is unlikely that Lotin will shake hands and make peace after receiving a tribute from him.

“Ducarre, you slaughtered many nobles of Londinium and used their blood as a tithe to complete the ritual.”

"But you wouldn't be so foolish as to think that this blood is enough to gain all my support and help, would you?"

Ducarre did indeed obediently offer the tribute, helping him complete the ceremony, and his intentions were quite simple.

Lotin bluntly told him, "This little bit of blood tax is enough to help you knock someone down or cause a scene. But if you want me to interfere with the future development of the Sarkaz, this tribute is far from enough."

"Then, at least kill the demon king of the alien race. The purity of the Sarkaz should not be tainted."

Ducarre persisted in urging Lotin to address what he believed to be "the root cause of the Sarkaz's weakness."

This time, it really is just a matter of knocking on someone's head, but the person knocking on that head is Amiya.

"Take another step back, please burn the black crown that binds the Sarkaz."

Seeing that Loting was showing signs of further consideration, Ducarre, fueled by his own frenzy and excitement, began to try to negotiate further with Loting.

This so-called black crown, more accurately described as "the continuation of civilization," has the basic function of decompressing information within the Originium, but currently it seems to be used only by Amiya to perceive the Sarkaz's memories and emotions.

Theresa decompressed the information in the Originium into gibberish, which was one of the key reasons why the Doctor ultimately decided to kill her.

Ducarre's logic is that the Black Crown has already chosen my brother, Theresa, and Amiya, three Sarkaz demon lords who don't really want to fight. If the Sarkaz don't fight, what's the difference between them and being dead?

If the Sarkaz people in the future lose their ambition to conquer this land, who will make up for the lack of nobility in the Tikkaz region that I'm missing?

Therefore, this black crown must be something bad; keeping it will only cause Sarkaz to suffer the consequences.

He didn't want to kill Amiya, but rather destroy the Black Crown. Destroying the Black Crown would make the Originium Project even more incomplete, and the Originium decoder absolutely could not be destroyed so easily.

Luo Ting was somewhat inclined to discard the useful tool after it had served its purpose, but this did not align with his principles.

This old stubborn man is indeed quite difficult to deal with. No matter how much you try to coax him, he's still thinking about burning the black crown.

"As long as I am here, the Sarkaz spirit will never be extinguished."

Are you questioning me? Is questioning me less impactful than the Black Crown?

It's true. When Lothin appeared before the Sarkaz as the "Conqueror," they had no choice but to go crazy.

Whether this skin's passive effect can truly overshadow the influence of the Black Crown remains to be seen, but if Ducarre dares to question the authority of the Black Crown, can't I, Loting, say that the Black Crown's spiritual influence is inferior to mine?

If Ducarre believes he is stronger than himself, then why did he go to such lengths to summon the Conqueror?

"To be so afraid that you need to burn the Black Crown to achieve your goal is an insult to me, Blood Demon."

Ducarre nodded in agreement; he genuinely felt that Lotin's words made a lot of sense. Under the manic and excited influence of the Conqueror, judgment was impaired, and Ducarre was actually easier to appease.

Of course, just coaxing won't work; you have to take some real action.

Just then, Loting's body was also craving a pure and intense battle.

"Blood Demon, your appetite shouldn't be satisfied so easily."

“Those lowly Victoria City Guards, those Sarkaz who defied you, those who plotted against your Regent, those who fooled your Exonerators, those who monitored your Shapeshifters.”

"Are you willing to let the name of the Blood Demon's Great Lord be tarnished like this?"

Loting gave a mocking laugh and extended an invitation to the Blood Demon.

"As an honor for those who summoned me, I grant you permission to join my carnage, Blood Demon."

Lotin planned to start by eliminating the traitors he hated most—the Victorian collaborators who had defected to the Sarkaz.

Chapter 120: Those who defect to the enemy should all be killed.

The [Conqueror]'s berserk influence on the minds of those around him is indiscriminate; even Laurentina and Skadi, who are recognized as teammates by the system, are affected by the berserk aura.

This hunter, who was always aloof and melancholic, also found himself inexplicably filled with an urge to destroy and vent.

Isamara's consciousness curled up and hid deep within Skadi's heart, indicating that it was Lauro's doing and had nothing to do with it. This impulse to kill for the sake of killing was something that even the fighting spirit of its large group could not understand.

This is clearly beyond the comprehension that large groups hunt for reproduction and survival.

"The scales haven't grown?"

Skadi suppressed her impulse and carefully touched every part of the back of her neck. No scales had grown, which was enough to show that her restless destructive desires did not come from that filthy cursed blood.

"Nautilus, is that your power?"

"What do you want me to sever? What do you want me to kill?"

The roar of the machines drowned out Skadi's questions, and she realized that she had forgotten to use the system chat interface to communicate with Lotin.

The steel tracks rolled forward as self-propelled cannons, assembled by the workers of Londinium at Manfred's command, were driven into the streets. Similarly, only the artillerymen of the city garrison were capable of operating them. They were intimidated by the soldiers of the Royal Court and drove the weapons made by the Victorian workers with Victorian artillery technology into the streets to suppress the resistance forces of Londinium.

The twin-mounted self-propelled guns of Londinium City Defense spat out shells, launching grenades loaded with 20 kilograms of high-performance Originium explosives, which roared toward the armored giant, trailing a fiery tail.

They opened fire for no particular reason. Lotin's appearance had affected them as well, and the Sarkaz officers were urging the city garrison to fire. The city garrison artillerymen, similarly affected, chose to comply with their desire to see a burst of fire.

The armored giant summoned a floating shield that surrounded him, with brass edges, a scarlet background, and flamboyant, exaggerated carvings.

The shockwave from the grenade explosion caused the ground around Lotin to collapse and the armor to clang loudly.

A single shell was enough to shatter one of the four shields; this was a direct hit from a large-caliber howitzer, and Lotin had long anticipated its power.

However, the shield's cover was enough for Lotin to sprint to the self-propelled gun, raise his hook axe to tear open the armor plate, splitting the driver in two. The circuitry was burned by the blood-red destructive energy, and the unfired shells were activated. Lotin used the [Clear Channel] skill released towards the wall to quickly create distance.

The shockwave from the ammunition's secondary explosion caused a small-scale ground tremor, and also vaporized the nearby infantry into dust, which, along with a large amount of incompletely burned Originium dust, exploded and scattered in all directions.

Another self-propelled anti-tank gun, which was slightly closer, was also affected by the explosion and was overturned on the spot. The shock wave entered through the gaps in the vehicle, killing the crew members in the form of overpressure and triggering a violent chain of explosions.

These self-propelled artillery pieces, hastily assembled using readily available parts, lacked a proper internal layout and had no protection for their ammunition. Two violent explosions destroyed the entire street.

The jet-black crystal clusters bloomed like flowers, and harmful Originium dust was lifted into the sky by the hot air currents.

"The blood has all evaporated."

Ducarre felt a little disappointed, but at least those annoying cannons were finally gone.

More royal soldiers gathered in the direction of the explosion, and crossbow bolts and spell missiles rained down, while the Blood Lord's retinue slithered in the shadows and corners. At this moment, it no longer mattered whether he was facing a Sarkaz or a Victorian.

"Hunter, if you feel an irresistible urge, then let it out. This is the price of using this power."

"Or, you can choose to get out of my sight for a while if you really hate this feeling."

The latter method could also free Skadi from the effects of [The Conqueror], but she herself doesn't seem to want to do it.

Splitting apart the self-propelled artillery and its driver slightly alleviated Lotin's discomfort; of course, he could also eliminate this physical discomfort by switching to other skins.

However, there's no need to switch to the default skin or the "Light Knight" skin now. To deal with the current high-intensity melee, the "Conqueror" skin is the best choice.

"If this is your wish..."

Skadi's vision blurred, the blood-red mist obscuring her eyes. An unusual urge urged her to wreak havoc, to show these land people her power to fight giants.

The enemies she kills, in this state, also become tithes offered to Lotin.

Skadi stared at her jet-black greatsword, wondering when it had become so ferocious and terrifying, when she didn't even need those serrated edges to shatter her enemies.

The hunters unleashed a storm of death, shearing away chunks of the concrete structure on the ground. Royal soldiers and Victoria City defenders, tossed about like toys, fell to the ground in pieces, merging with the blood-red rain from the sky.

Strange, how can destruction and the abuse of violence bring such euphoria?

Skadi's current state is also quite abnormal. Normally, Isamara would take advantage of such an opportunity to usurp Skadi's body, but this time, it remains silent.

This urge to kill for the sake of killing is incomprehensible to it, and the metal executioner transformed from the brass giant brings several times the terror of before.

As for the shark, Laurentina, under the female personality, has an unusual desire for tearing and shredding. Her various violent behaviors are more like a true expression of her feelings under this personality.

"This is the first time I have ever seen such brutal Agorians."

"So you mean they also received your blessing?"

In Ducarre's memory, these mysterious sea dwellers were extremely arrogant yet extremely elegant, using impeccable etiquette.

"exactly."

Ducarre's statement wasn't actually wrong, and Skadi seemed to be using this opportunity to vent her stress.

Blood dances under Ducarre's control; the blood of the enemy will no longer belong to them.

The Grand Prince was simply wondering that even if he had ordered the royal guards to eliminate Theresis's spies, the Regent couldn't possibly have gone unaware of the situation.

As the red rain fell, the Regent was already on his way to catch up with the alien demon king. Manfred's death meant that he had to do many things himself. When he saw the red rain falling on the earth, he realized that the conqueror had appeared.

He was just a Sarkaz. No army, no servants, who abruptly rose from his throne, relinquishing the power he had never truly cared for, and strolled over.

He cast the coldest gaze upon the alien demon king in over two hundred years.

A figure was rapidly approaching the Rhodes Island task force. Lotin's berserk aura also affected Theresis, but it wasn't significant or powerful enough. This was due to the distance and Theresis's own willpower and Originium Arts.

The doctor bypassed the vanguard of the carrion eaters, stayed away from the eerie altar, and chose the safest and most efficient route after careful consideration, but still encountered an unexpected attack.

She instinctively pulled Amiya into her arms.

Before the doctor could even see what he looked like, his sword was already in front of her.

Amiya will die. If she doesn't let go of Amiya, she will definitely die too.