Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

“You have accomplished a request that even I find difficult to fulfill, and I am willing to serve you in return for the power I have exerted on you.”

Quessina was serious. The nightmare that had tormented her since birth was now released. She felt only gratitude towards the conqueror. Moreover, defeating Quessina made it possible for her to find a cure for Liz.

"Sister, sister, sister."

"Actually, I also have great respect for conquerors."

Salus suddenly made a "Hey, can we make peace?" gesture, tugging at Quesasina's sleeve, tears welling in her eyes from fear.

“I can assist your research. Chief Quesatushta has entrusted me with many important studies. Sister, I can help you!”

Salus displayed an overwhelming will to survive at this moment, but Quessina only showed a look of disgust.

She never considered these people as her family.

"Wouldn't it be perfect to use her as your experimental subject?"

Lotin vaguely remembered what this person had done in the story, but since he had killed Quesatushta in advance, the Doctor and Amiya should not fall into her trap again.

She harbors ambitions to break the Black Crown.

“Let’s see how determined your ‘sister’ is to do to her what she did to Liz.”

Salus's already dim eyes completely lost their luster the moment Lotin finished speaking.

"Sister, you wouldn't have the heart to do this to me, would you?"

Salus looked at her sister with trembling eyes.

“Subject 01, I will restrict your vocal organs.”

Quessina thought Lotin's suggestion was absolutely brilliant.

Chapter 135: A Two-Pronged Attack

"Sister, did I hear that right?"

Salus looked at Quesasina in disbelief, even though this "sister" had always maintained a cold distance from the family of pardoners.

However, she always had the heart of a healer, and her actions even gave the term "pardoner" a positive connotation.

At this moment, she unhesitatingly referred to herself as "Experiment Question 01".

This is completely different from the image of Quessina she portrays.

"You heard right."

"Salus, shouldn't you be happy that you can dedicate everything to your obsessive research?"

Quessina simply no longer had to endure the sins brought forth by the pardoners.

Salus forcibly fused his body with a large amount of Sarkaz blood, undergoing a "Chimera-like" self-modification.

She also followed Quesatushta's orders to create a large number of fused monsters and conduct a series of horrific experiments.

As an accomplice of Quesatushta, Salus was not treated with any mercy by Quesatushta.

She was also deeply involved in the experiment that created Liz.

"I didn't expect you to be so decisive, Quessina. Is it my blessing that gave you this resolve?"

In Loting's memory, although Shining deeply hated the Exorcists, he rarely showed such an aggressive side.

"It's also a way for me to release the hatred that has been building up."

Quessina uses the Originium Arts of the Pardoner, which can heal wounds and also induce a certain degree of tissue regeneration.

She wanted to use this to shut Salus up.

The so-called family of the Absolution Masters never gave Quesasina any friendship or affection. Quesasutushta was the ancestor and father of everyone, the sole origin of the Absolution Masters' family.

Quessina, who desperately craves friendship and family, pours the hopes of her childhood playmates and best friends into a vessel created by a sorcerer of forgiveness.

She is Liz.

The pain in Liz's body was a deliberate defect left by the Exorcists in order to study a certain Originium technique related to shared pain.

The art of shaping Kreiz was indeed the work of Quessina; it was Quessina herself who stuffed these fragments of consciousness into the container.

This is why Liz has no memory of a certain period of time, yet she always repeats the same dream.

The absolutionist's techniques can heal Liz's physical defects, but they cannot heal the void in her spirit.

"Let her keep wailing, as long as she doesn't chatter on and on like the Black Serpent."

Listening to the Black Snake break down and spew trash talk was something Loting had been looking forward to, but that old codger Koschche talked way too much, so Loting simply sewed the mouth off the Snake doll.

This Lady Salus, however, appeared much quieter, even quieter than her leader, Quesatushta.

"How about occasionally putting yourself in someone else's shoes and experiencing what it would feel like to be on the cutting board?"

“I believe your sister will take care of you, Ms. Salus.”

Loting looked at the pardoner who had created countless twisted magical creations, trembling and helpless, and looked at his "sister".

She was once someone who stood on the operating table to sculpt bodies that desecrated life, but now, she may have to try to experience a similar process firsthand.

"Quisassina, I have a piece of advice for you."

“Liz is the childhood playmate and best friend you created. Every little thing you did together shaped her and made her whole.”

“You must face her, Quessana; running away won’t solve anything.”

Lotin chuckled relaxedly. His advice was meant to help Quesasina dedicate herself to the promised tribute in a better state, so that she could be more efficient.

"Would you still give such advice?"

Quessina looked at Lotin in surprise; this was a far cry from the first impression the conqueror had given her.

She was so perceptive, so perceptive that she realized her guilt towards Liz and that she had been keeping a white lie to Liz all along.

No, the porcelain doll-like Sister Agor on his shoulder received unimaginable care from him, and the taciturn and melancholy hunter Agor beside him also received his unreserved protection.

Only then did Quessina understand why Lotin had told her in Kazimierz that "the conqueror is only one aspect of him."

She had to admit that this was a side that piqued her curiosity quite a bit; the contrast with her first impression always seemed to spark some interest.

"Sister, I can make the container whole again! I'm still useful!"

Salus was still making a last-ditch effort, but Quessasina did not contact her again.

She knew her fate was sealed and could not be changed; this was her karmic retribution.

“I hope you seize this opportunity, Quessassina, whether to fulfill your promise or to heal your best friend.”

The giant raised its head. Having lost the Regent's command and gained the "Breath of the Kings," Lottin reasonably deduced that the Victorian fleet outside the city was about to begin its operation.

“I have driven away the Regent’s followers, and the command capacity of the Sarkaz Military Council has been severely damaged.”

“The Victorian army will continue its advance, and revenge will turn into one-sided slaughter.”

"I will keep my promise to the Blood Lord and protect the Sarkaz who have not yet crossed the line or gone astray."

“I will crush the enemy army, provided that the remaining Sarkaz are willing to distance themselves from the Regent and withdraw to Kazdel.”

"I have severely damaged Ursus' Third Army."

"The Radiant Knights of Kazimierz are busy reconstructing new blueprints on a blank sheet of paper."

"Victoria's army will be unable to fight after this battle, and you no longer need to worry about the behemoths on the Terran lands squeezing your living space."

Letania was preoccupied with dealing with the remnants of the Witch King's forces and did not have enough power to interfere with Kazdel.

The Regent has disappeared, the Demon King has become his prisoner, the Pardoner has become a servant of the Blood-Drinking Sword, the Blood Demon has become his ally, and the Carrion Court and the Shapeshifter Cluster are quite pragmatic swing parties.

The only Sarkaz who dare to bare their claws at him are the ancestral spirits. Lotin will bring the Doctor into the original Originium as agreed with Precyth, so none of these old fogies can escape.

Their old grudges still bind the Sarkaz people to this day. Most importantly, these old fogies, having benefited from the situation, still act innocent and do everything in their power to slander and defame them.

Loting will certainly carry out a thorough purge.

"To intimidate these Felins with blood."

Upon hearing that Lotin would intervene to restrict Victoria's army, Ducarre became immediately interested.

As expected of the conquerors, they really meant it when they said they'd go.

The Sarkaz who cause trouble need to have their own agenda, and the Victorians who reap the benefits also need to have theirs; only then can things be considered complete.

"Why did you swing your sword at both the Sarkaz and the Victorian army?"

Theresa couldn't understand Lotin's actions. Was he really just chasing after the war?

"When did I say I would deprive the Sarkaz of their right to live? I only made the Sarkaz who strayed and went astray pay the price."

“I’m quite troubled that no one is continuing to pay me blood taxes.”

As he had told Ducarre before, he was still waiting for the Sarkaz to bring him new wars, so he couldn't let the Victorians wipe out the Sarkaz kingdom like they had partitioned Gaul.

"Haha, that's it."

Was it Theresa who was bitterly smiling, or the ancestral spirits of the Sarkaz who were bitterly smiling?

Luo Ting couldn't tell the difference for a moment.

“You are so greedy for war, that is why we cannot accept you, conqueror. Your desire is not driven by hatred like ours…”

Luo Ting said, "If you say so, then so be it. These old, moldy things always like to add drama to themselves and make strange and unfounded assumptions."

However, Luo Ting had always been putting on a show for real.

Chapter 136: Champagne at Halftime

The Rhodes Island operations team has retreated outside the city. Both the artillery optical observation equipment on the Victoria warship and the optical observation equipment on Rhodes Island have observed the Sarkaz airships falling in a bloody mess.

"Nautilus shot down the airship, but I still can't confirm it. The Shard's guidance has been disabled."

"Given Theresis's abilities and personality, he must have a backup plan."

Kal'tsit gazed at the blood-red storm. Her body had recovered considerably, but the Doctor seemed to be experiencing some pain.

It's almost like fragments of memory trying to be pieced together, but remaining fragmented due to some external force.

"Kal'tsit, can I take this opportunity to find out the truth?"

Before the doctor's eyes, a blood-red blur appeared: a corpse and a black-robed figure slumped on the ground.

All memories of the Tower of Babel are shrouded in a thick fog, seemingly so close yet so far away.

“Nautilus knows everything, but he still wants you to verify this memory yourself. His hesitation when he was in the ruins of Chernobog was probably for this purpose.”

Kal'tsit was certain that Lothing knew that history, otherwise he would not have severely punished himself, a failed creation of a previous civilization.

"Doctor, the city wall has collapsed..."

From the footage transmitted by the drone, Amiya saw the ancient walls of Victoria crumble under the blows of the giants.

The conquerors were advancing toward Victoria's fleet, and at that moment, all of Victoria's high-speed warships began calibrating and locking onto their main guns.

No duke dared to fire first. The Victorians knew very little about Nautilus; their intelligence consisted only of the unconfirmed Bronze Ghost and the Ursus Third Army, destroyed by the Cataclysm.

They hadn't even had time to verify whether the Brass Ghost was related to the Giant Knights of Kazimierz.

The giants were advancing towards the location where Rhodes Island was anchored, far from the battle lines formed by the Victorian army.

“Mr. Nautilus, why did you do this at a time like this…”

Amiya looked at the approaching giant with a puzzled expression. It was the first time she had seen the gigantic Lotin at such close range.

The giant's hand stretched out on the deck of Rhodes Island, and Theresa, with bloodstains still visible around her eyes, met the gazes of the three administrators of Rhodes Island.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

"Theresia, Your Highness...?"

Amiya was so surprised she almost lost her voice. The white Sarkaz in the giant's hand, despite being stained with blood, still exuded an unusual purity.

"Mr. Nautilus, it was you who rescued Princess Theresa from the Regent...?"

Amiya's slight smile froze under the light from Lotin's eyes, as if her naive and reckless remarks had caused him a little disappointment.

"Nautilus, I need an explanation. Why is Theresa in your hands, and why did you bring her to Rhodes Island?"

Kal'tsit mustered her courage amidst the shock; she hadn't dared to speak to Lotin like this in a long time. Theresa's appearance threw her into a panic.