Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

The regent's flesh and blood body was constantly consuming his stored power, while the conqueror's energy was inexhaustible.

The hook axe was lifted amidst a storm of blades as Lotin locked onto his target for his ultimate ability.

Theresis's last shred of sanity compelled him to retreat with his last ounce of strength. He retreated swiftly, as quickly as he had when he launched his assault on Rhodes Island, but it was too late. Crimson energy surged from the ground.

It seems that, like the default skin, the Conqueror skin requires a medium with a slightly higher density to transfer the energy of its ultimate ability.

The regent leaped back with great effort, and the storm descending from the sky collided with the blood-red waves of the conquerors.

That was the Shard's charge. Theresa guided a portion of the Shard's Cataclysmic Charge from the airship to combat the foul blood gushing from the wounds of the earth.

Theresa succeeded; Lotin's ultimate ability in its normal state consumed a portion of the Shard's charge, but Theresa was thus not directly hit by Lotin.

The absolutists dispatched their personal guards, who, under the cover of witchcraft, took away their regent.

Luo Ting witnessed this insane scene. Wasn't she afraid that she wouldn't be able to precisely control the energy of the thunderstorm, and that a bolt of lightning would strike and kill her own brother?

This was originally his trump card to deal with the Victorian army outside the city, but now Lotin has used up a lot of its power.

"It doesn't matter."

Under normal circumstances, Lotin could not push himself to the limit to surpass "Lightning Storm," but once he engaged in some killing and completed the accumulation of massive power, the Regent would not be so lucky as he was this time.

"only......"

“I will never tolerate such cowardly behavior!”

However, the Regent's hasty escape was something that Luo Ting found utterly despicable.

Chapter 123: On-site Teaching

Loting was still immersed in the afterglow of his battle with the Regent, and the relief of his physical discomfort naturally manifested in his mental state.

Lotin was indifferent to many trivial matters. He rarely showed any desire for battle itself; only a sense of insecurity urged him to continuously increase his strength.

The fighting and killing were originally just a means for Luo Ting to increase his strength and a tool to punish traitors, but the physiological satisfaction inevitably left Luo Ting with a feeling of not having had enough.

However, it was not beyond his control.

Under this skin, it's quite difficult for Loting to conceal his murderous intent.

With centuries of combat experience, it was not surprising that Regent Therese realized Lotin wanted to use a decisive, killing move.

"To escape so quickly despite being affected by the berserk aura."

That's what surprised Lotin.

The Blood Lord chose to submit to the effects of the Berserker Aura, Skadi merely expressed her doubts, while the Regent did his utmost to remain rational.

Even though his body was betraying him, he retained considerable combat wisdom and decisively chose to retreat when things were most dangerous.

Perhaps in the Regent's eyes, there were more important things that had not yet been accomplished.

The airship passed through the dark clouds, and the thunderstorm that had just descended from the Shard dispersed the red rain produced by the ceremony.

The oldest native race on the continent of Terra has created the most advanced war machines currently available on land.

"The power of the storm is terrifying."

Trying to counter weather weapons in a conventional way, even with the ultimate ability, is still too much of a stretch.

"Doctor, is he still alive?"

Lotin, under the [Conqueror] skin, is quite sensitive to a creature's vitality status.

"I will not, truly die, cough cough."

Blood was still seeping from the corner of Kal'tsit's mouth.

Death? This wasn't her first death, and even this body wasn't her original body.

"Don't die. You don't have time to be reborn right now, doctor."

In the current situation, if Kal'tsit dies, Rhodes Island will be in complete chaos, which will not be beneficial in the fight against Theresis.

Lotin took out a bottle of life potion. Although it was not enough to restore Kal'tsit to her best condition immediately, it could at least restore her basic command and combat abilities.

"Thank you, cough cough."

After Kal'tsit drank the potion, the massive bleeding was first stopped by rapid tissue regeneration, and her breathing began to become calm.

"Mr. Nautilus, why have the Sarkaz's voices become so strange and repetitive?"

Amiya had just snapped out of her daze, still reeling from the sounds of battle echoing in her mind.

"The young demon king."

"This is also the sentiment of the Sarkaz. My power is the Sarkaz’s obsession with war."

“The Sarkaz people have a deep-seated urge to kill for the sake of killing.”

"This is certainly not all of the Sarkaz, but it is also a part of the Sarkaz."

"If you want to wear the Black Crown, this side of Sarkaz is also the weight you need to bear."

This wasn't something Lodin made up to fool people by combining what he knew about the plot; the roars and war cries of those Sarkaz souls were actually pleading in his ears.

Amiya noticed that Lotin had changed his way of referring to her from "little rabbit" to "young demon king".

Amiya discovers that she can now feel Lotin's emotions, which makes her realize that the body under the armor has physiologically become a Sarkaz.

"I thought you would be even more..."

Amiya thought that Loting would be even more bloodthirsty and furious now, but she only saw a stagnant pool with only slight ripples.

No, this pool of water felt unfathomable to Amiya. She couldn't see what kind of madness was hidden beneath the unfathomable surface, and Amiya didn't want to think about it.

"The Blood Demon will be here soon too."

"You need to face him more than me."

“A king of the royal court is willing to come and pay homage to you, young demon king.”

Lotin turned to look at Ducarre, who appeared at the other end of the broken street. He stepped over the ruins filled with Originium crystal pillars and strode toward the alien demon king.

"You've persuaded a royal ruler to serve you?"

Kal'tsit asked Lottin in a low voice.

The Blood Demon Lord is someone who, judging from his impressions, is easily captivated by the power of the conqueror.

"Lord Kal'tsit, you're exaggerating."

The mere mention of "Lord Kal'tsit" sent a chill down her spine.

Loting also lowered his voice. From Loting's reaction, Kal'tsit understood that Loting relied on a combination of coaxing, deception, coercion, and enticement.

"I think it was you who forced Theresis and Theresia to release the storm ahead of schedule."

It was within Ducarre's expectations that Theresis would interfere with the ceremony and send people to monitor him, ultimately leading to a conflict with the Conquerors.

"No matter how much I try to understand the potential of that Caster, I could never have made Theresis suffer to such a degree."

"Just by wearing that crown, is he enough to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Demon King?"

Ducarre's attitude remains unchanged; his values ​​and stance are forever steadfast and resolute.

The Blood Demon's killing intent was so thick it was like blood plasma about to congeal. Amiya suddenly understood why "Nautilus" had said those things to her earlier.

He was hinting and guiding her, telling her to prepare in advance how to face the Blood Demon's questions.

The Doctor still didn't let go of Amiya; the berserk aura had little effect on her, and she was calmly analyzing the situation.

"You came to stop Theresis, so are you here to inherit Theresia's weak will?"

"Theresia," the doctor heard the name again. Fragmented memories made her brain throb, and the hazy past seemed to be able to surface for something, but in the end, she still found nothing.

"The Sarkaz people's resentment has never been a conflict between nations."

"I believe you are unworthy to be a Demon Lord because you do not understand the true nature of the Sarkaz."

"The Sarkaz are not the same kind of people as the gods and the First Men. If your toughness stops at merely resisting injustice, then—"

"Now, the true nature of the Sarkaz is right before you."

Ducarre looked at the armored giant covered in blood.

The Sarkaz are indeed warlike and have a history of aggression, but ultimately they are a people and a society that needs to live and produce, not a Khorne war gang that kills everything in sight.

"The Sarkaz's true nature lies in their thirst for war."

Amiya has finally seen the light. In a sense, both Theresa and Theresis are being driven forward by the will of the Sarkaz.

The Sarkaz yearn for a home to return to and a peaceful life, as do those who crave war and conquest, or those who seek to settle their hatreds once and for all.

Theresa was once Amiya's idol, but were all of her actions correct?

“A blood debt must be repaid in blood. This is a reasonable desire and wish of the Sarkaz people. The perpetrators should not go unpunished.”

"However, being martial and belligerent is never the same as slaughtering or enslaving others."

Most Sarkaz are indeed not as extreme as Ducarre, even among the Bloodlords, he is the most extreme one.

"I just don't want to see the Sarkaz go down a path of self-destruction."

Amiya did not mince words about the Sarkaz's belligerent and warlike nature.

"Blood Demon, you heard everything."

“She’s right. Your thoughts and Theresis’s plans will lead to the Sarkaz’s self-destruction.”

"If you still want blood offerings, I can give them to you as a reward for your tribute."

"But if you still want to interfere with the future of the Sarkaz with your childish and stubborn ideas."

"I can only ask you to shut up and stand by, Blood Demon."

Lotin stood in front of Ducarre, his meaning clear: if you want other things, I'll help you by preparing the magic circle, it was just a small favor.

You old codger who only has a smattering of knowledge about the true state of Terra, yet you dare to meddle in such a crucial matter that determines the fate of the world? Don't blame me for giving you another beating.

Chapter 124: Deep Planning and Foresight

Why would you compare my wishes to Theresis's plans?

"Once upon a time, the blood of foreign races was our food and drink. Banshees lurked in the shadows of the road, piercing the back of travelers' heads with their sharp claws."

"These are merely the original appearance and habits of the Sarkaz,"

Lotin waved his hand dismissively, somewhat annoyed, and asked Ducarre in return:

"Was Kazdel destroyed for the first time because the Sarkaz were not fierce or savage enough? The Sarkaz, born for war, have suffered repeated defeats in war."

Yes, resistance and fighting spirit are necessary, but Ducarre's forced connection between the strength of the Sarkaz nation and whether to continue indiscriminate human sacrifice is something Lotin doesn't quite understand.

"The prey of the past has grown into a behemoth. Do you think sending the Sarkaz back to that era will guide them out of their endless wandering?"

"Ducarre. You yearn to bring change to the Sarkaz, even defying the Black Crown's selection of the Demon Lord, but what you want to change is nothing but meaningless retrograde action."

Luo Ting let out a regretful sigh.

"You are a Sarkaz who worship war, how could you think that way?"

"Did the demon king of another race offer you more tribute? But how could that weak Castor possibly collect more blood tax than I have?"

Ducarre considered countless possibilities. In his view, even if Theresis rejected him, it would only prove that the sword-wielding guard was weak. But how could the Conqueror, who was clearly the Sarkaz's hope and symbol for war, scoff at his ideals?

"If the Sarkaz cut off their own path, who will pay my blood tax from now on?"

Lotin was well aware of the difference between having a full meal and having plenty of food every day. If the Sarkaz eventually embarked on a path of self-destruction, Lotin would likely permanently lose another important source of tax revenue.

Before his transmigration, Lotin had encountered such a race in a science fiction work. These green spore-like creatures considered war a necessity of life, and therefore, they would deliberately release powerful enemies in order to have another exhilarating battle.

The Sarkaz also need to recuperate and rebuild; only in this way can the endless war continue indefinitely.

Lotin's attitude toward the Sarkaz was no different from his attitude toward Kazimir; having a trustworthy person lead its development was most advantageous for Lotin.

Loting didn't intend to interfere deliberately, nor did he need to. War never changes; it always arrives as scheduled. Every period of peace is a truce before the next war.

"Ah, ah, since you're also trying to block Sarkaz's path."

"Even if it is a [Conqueror], I will hunt it down."

Ducarre succumbed to the rage aura's influence on his mind; his illusions had been shattered. The Conqueror refused to grant his wish, refused to allow the Sarkaz to revert to their true form.