Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

It may be a more stable energy source than the Soul Forge.

How would you deal with a scar clinic?

The representative of the Scar Mall is a Goliath, an ordinary-looking Goliath.

His intuition told him that, rather than resorting to cunning and manipulation to gain greater benefits through shrewd bargaining, it would probably be more efficient to openly and honestly propose a deal with the Conquerors.

"That mercenary's black market..."

"You probably don't want to continue operating as a black market, do you?"

“During peacetime, the Sarkaz people also need a place to vent their desires.”

"Tell the owners of Scar Mall to inquire if they'd be interested in surfacing as a security contractor?"

The so-called "security contractors" are actually more standardized mercenary contractors, such as "Blacksteel International" in Colombia.

"I would prefer that you come in person."

He mustered his courage, stepped forward, and said in a low voice.

"Among the few shrines in Kazdel that enshrine you."

The fact that mercenaries worship figures of war and slaughter in the black market reminded Luo Ting of a Hong Kong triad that worships a statue of Guan Yu.

That seems quite reasonable.

However, most Sarkaz mercenaries don't really believe in this. This is probably because they don't have much contact with the history of the "Conquerors'" actual manifestations.

Loting then looked at the remaining officers who had not yet made any further statements; most of them were local powerful figures who had compromised with the regent.

Some of them even dared to challenge the Scar Mall.

"Ah, thank you for your generosity, Your Highness."

If they could compromise with the regent, they would naturally compromise with the conquerors under similar or even greater pressure.

However, some of Therese's more conservative followers are remaining inactive.

He planned to show them something else, as a final ultimatum.

After that, they were subjected to scrutiny by the Eye of Seasons.

In the thin mist of night, Lotin arrived at the Soul Forge in the city center, watched by the remaining troops.

This is the last chance for Lotin to grow to gigantic size; to grow to gigantic size again, he will need to start killing again.

The giant stood before the tower, his bloodthirsty demon sword stirring the heart of the furnace.

Countless souls bound by the Blood-Drinking Sword were released into the heart of the furnace. The dead enemies would nourish the Sarkaz, just as the carrion eaters, born for war, would decompose the corpses of their enemies to nourish themselves.

A terrifying wail pierced through Kazdel in an instant, and then the Sarkaz residents saw the light bulbs in their homes, which had been flickering, become noticeably brighter, illuminating the drowsy Kazdel.

Until a more stable energy system is put into use, the souls of these enemies slain in the war will burn for a long time.

Still in shock, the Sarkaz residents cautiously peeked out of the windows that were covered with rags.

What they saw was that the armored giants used the souls of enemies they had harvested on the battlefield to light up Kazdel.

Kazdel has never been as bright at night as it is today.

That is the being who claims to be crowned as the Demon King.

Nautilus the Conqueror, a giant who stands as tall as a mountain.

Chapter 164: Triumphant Return

While waiting for the King of Carrion to arrive in Kazdel, Lotin did not allow himself to be idle.

Lotin's act of fueling the Soul Furnace attracted the attention of the city's residents, quite noticeably.

The Conqueror's berserk aura manifested its power at this moment, and the Sarkaz of Kazdel felt the same surge of power.

They saw fragments of the giant chiseling away at the steel armor, and at that moment the Glory's bow ornament was placed before the Soul Forge by the Skeleton Guardians.

It will take time for them to accept a new Demon Lord, but the joy of victory has already reached Kazdel.

The Conquerors' followers were busy; Quessasina was moving the Absolute Master's research materials to the building in Quessasutta where she had once operated in Kazdel—she also spent considerable time confirming that it was safe.

After all, finding a place in Kazdel, which was no different from ruins, to carry out her work was really difficult.

In a secret underground chamber within the palace ruins, Lotin summoned several elderly officers whose attitude the previous night had been extremely ambiguous.

This was enough for Lotin to further interrogate these people.

Not all of them were willing to obey Lotin's orders and come here.

"At least you have the courage to face me."

Loting didn't know what function this empty underground stone room was originally used for, but it was enclosed and inconspicuous enough.

"Usurper, whatever your purpose may be in using the name of the Conqueror, you will not succeed."

"The Regent will not be so easily killed by you."

"A madman who doesn't even respect the crown... The Sarkaz will never accept you as their Demon Lord..."

"Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you've deceived two royal rulers?"

Oh, there are people who like to self-destruct like this? That's ridiculous.

The hammer and axe came crashing down, instantly crushing the elderly colonel.

They were blindfolded, which allowed Lotin to easily switch to the [Light Knight] skin and use [Mountain Barrier], also known as [Eye of the Seasons], to peer into their hearts.

If you're only dissatisfied with me, Loting, then I might consider giving you a chance to retire. But if you're still thinking about Theresis—

Lotin is about to create some compressed files.

Unfortunately, none of these people were harmless enough for Loting to let them go.

Following the information extracted from these people's minds, Ersula, guided by Hadreh, led the Skeleton Guards to where they were.

Some of the bewildered soldiers left behind by the royal court watched as their once most favored colleagues were taken away and never returned.

At least Therese's remaining supporters, who were openly loyal to him, were wiped out within days.

The remaining mercenary leaders, who were originally local strongmen, were clearly terrified and began to try to curry favor with this unpredictable giant.

Compared to the remnants of Theresis, they pose a negligible threat; their fate is left to Niezley to decide.

When they suggested repairing the palace, Lottin dismissed it casually.

Kazdel is already lacking in everything, and Lotin has even less chance to stay in Kazdel for long. Before he fully unlocks all the skins, he probably won't be able to stop his journey across Terra.

After that, through Ersula's introduction, Lotin also went to the Scar Market to meet its owner.

These warmongers and Lotin share almost identical interests—the desire for a protracted war that can be fought indefinitely.

Lotin found his conversation with the mysterious black market merchant very easy and pleasant; the man clearly knew which customers were easy to fool and which were not.

Lotin reached several simple and direct consensuses with the people at the Scar Market.

For example, reorganizing the wandering Sarkaz mercenaries and implementing more standardized management for them.

This includes the rule against issuing non-escort mandates for the "Little Hills-Latland" route.

Lotin also promised that the escort mission along that route would be the safest and most boring job.

That was the first shipping route opened up by the deep-sea Titan Nautilus on the continent of Terra, and it was certainly safe enough.

Above the dilapidated Demon King's palace, Theresa, as his former foster mother, finally found an opportunity to reminisce with Amiya.

Getting the clingy W away was a little awkward for Theresa, but the phantom pain of the Bloodthirster made the crazy girl behave herself.

"Can you recite the words you learned yesterday?"

W felt a chill run down her spine from Loting's words. She thought that if this monster had an expression under his helmet, it would definitely be a forced smile.

In the end, she could only sit alone in the corner, feeling a little aggrieved, and open her little notebook.

"You're holding your notebook upside down, W."

Because Loting observed that the words on the cover of the notebook were all upside down.

W was provoked by this awkward and sarcastic title, wanting to hurl insults, but he dared not open his mouth due to his body's conditioned reflex to pain.

After struggling for a while, he could only awkwardly manage to utter one sentence:

"It's really bad fun."

Above Lotin and W, Amiya spoke first.

“I miss the days in Kazdel when I listened to your bedtime stories.”

Amiya respected Theresa's wishes and stopped addressing her as Your Highness.

Castor held a pair of puppets in his fingers, the very puppets that Theresa had woven herself and Amiya.

Along with these, Amiya also kept a storybook that recounts the strange and wondrous events of Terra.

“That’s all in the past, Amiya.”

"You've grown so big, and I've never even had a chance to really look at you."

For the first time, Theresa felt a subtle sense of gratitude towards Lotin.

Without being affected by the Sarkaz spirits, he reunites with Amiya in a tangible form.

“I still remember you lying in front of the candy shop on that street, greedily craving the sweet candy just like the Sarkaz children.”

"Amiya was so small back then."

Theresa smiled. Amiya... Only when facing her could she temporarily forget her side as the Demon King.

Simply treat her as a caregiver and guardian.

"I have touched a future that you could not touch."

"Therefore, you no longer need to worry."

Not far behind Amiya, the Doctor looked indifferently at her former comrade and close friend, respecting Amiya's memories and gratitude.

But at this point, that's all there is to it.

"I believe you can do it, Amiya. Don't end up like me, hurting the people around you."

Theresa didn't dare to look the Doctor in the eye; she gently stroked Amiya's shoulder.

Only then did a wave of guilt wash over Theresa.

She recalled the doctor's evaluation of her when she was in Lentinium.

"A person who will stop at nothing to secure the fate of their people."

Perhaps this is a kind of deserved punishment. She did not betray the Sarkaz, but she stole the forbidden fire that did not belong to her and deceived her creator who helped her out of pure kindness.

"Goodbye, Amiya, go back to the Doctor."

"I am already very content to be able to see you again like this today."

Amiya saw the glistening tears on Theresa's face.

She gritted her teeth and returned to the doctor's side.

Amiya's small wish was fulfilled, and this also marked her farewell to the past.

Goodbye, Theresa.

The doctor also let out a long sigh.

Theresa will also be imprisoned by the Blood-Drinking Sword, suffering the consequences of her own actions in an inescapable state.

"Thank you again for everything you've done for me and Amiya, Mr. Nautilus."

The doctor strolled down the temporarily reinforced spiral staircase—this was just the most basic safety repair.

Amiya doesn't entirely agree with Lotin's many of his overly violent behaviors, but she doesn't have a particularly negative attitude towards Lotin as a person.

After all, even if he were rough, he wouldn't be as extreme as Ducarre.

Amiya could also see that this giant was not a thug seeking to seize power or destroy the world; he was trying to prevent the world from being destroyed in his own unique way.

Although their ideas and values ​​differ, both sides are indeed working towards similar goals—thus forming a subtle harmony in diversity.

While Laurentina and Skadi were not with Lotin, the Doctor boldly enjoyed the privilege of sitting on the giant's shoulders all to himself.