Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Theresa stood alone on the dilapidated balcony upstairs, feeling the cold night wind all by herself.

The doctor has fallen into his hands, and he himself has become a casualty of the spoils.

At that moment, a loud boom broke the silence of the night.

The war drums and bugles of the carrion eaters sounded.

The Sarkaz army returned in triumph.

This means that Lotin can finally hold his coronation ceremony after more than two months of waiting, completing his final goal in Kazdel in a short period of time.

Chapter 165: The Coronation of the New King

Several captured transport ships carried the spoils and the triumphant Carrion Court back to Kazdel.

Even the royal soldiers who did not participate in the fleet's decisive battle benefited somewhat from this glory, being able to remain in a less conspicuous position in the ranks and receive the admiring gazes of the residents of Londinium.

Nothing brings a Sarkaz man more glory than being a war hero.

News reports can be deceiving, but the expressions and demeanor of returning soldiers do not lie.

The Sarkaz army has never been as confident and honored as it is today. For the offspring of the carrion, winning a war in the name of the Conquerors is enough to excite and ignite their fervor.

"At least we won."

Theresa let out a soft murmur.

Mountains of spoils were transported back from the battlefields of Londinium: weapons, equipment, industrial lathes, and even generator sets.

Using war to sustain war is a move reminiscent of those who exploit others for their own benefit.

However, Kazdel desperately needs these basic industrial supplies precisely because the core countries have repeatedly ravaged this place.

The inhabitants of Kazdel spontaneously made way for the Conquerors, with only a few opportunists clinging to a last shred of hope.

They wanted to see if this moving armor would reveal any flaws in front of the triumphant monarch.

Is he a true legendary giant, or a madman or monster manipulated by the Blood Demon?

"Your Highness."

Niecilei bowed respectfully.

He and Lotin had a great understanding of each other; they both knew how to resolve things in the most efficient way.

"Congratulations on your triumphant return, King of Carrion Eaters."

"Let our people see just how valiant an army returns victorious!"

Even the most wavering hoodlum had to admit a fact at this moment.

The Conqueror did indeed lead the two royal courts to defeat the Victorians and win the war.

"Relying on the power of the [Conqueror]".

"Fellow countrymen, the true demon king has descended upon the mortal world."

"The history of the Sarkaz is about to enter a new chapter!"

Despite his advanced age, Nertzley's voice remained strong and powerful. The King of Carrion raised his arms and shouted, igniting and stirring up the fervent passion of the Kazdel inhabitants.

Ducarle's retinue, Ersula and the Bone Guardians, the army of Carrion Eaters, and the surrendered Royal Court troops all escorted the Conqueror to the Soul Forge.

Overjoyed at finally being free from their misery, the excited inhabitants of Kazdel spontaneously gathered toward the Soul Forge.

A tall giant can stand naturally in front of the crowd without having to climb to a high place.

"[Nautilus the Conqueror], swore an oath by blood tax and covenant."

"Will forever protect the Sarkaz from annihilation."

"Bless the Sarkaz with inexhaustible prosperity and military fortune."

"I will be the last and only Demon Lord of Sarkaz, the sole protector of Kazdel, watching over all living beings from my throne."

"Under the protection of the power of the Conqueror, I will entrust the authority of rule to the Sarkaz to exercise themselves."

"The power of the Demon King and the Crown has bound the Sarkaz for far too long. The thirteen Sarkaz I have approved will form a new Senate to exercise power in my stead."

When an individual's combat power is sufficient to rival that of a nation and its army, the risk of being sidelined becomes an unnecessary worry.

Loting said that I didn't say "I don't eat beef," which means I'm already being very law-abiding and principled.

Besides, Ducarre and Niezile are not as inexperienced as the Radiant Knight, so there's no need to let Loting personally review every candidate.

"From this moment forward, Kazdel will once again stand as a true nation on the land of Terra!"

Loting's words weren't even promises; every word he uttered articulated a reality and wrote a chapter in history.

Laurentina held the recast and materialized [Imperial Order] in her hand, a jet-black military banner.

The above pattern belongs to [Nautilus the Conqueror].

Through the two-way mental resistance it provides, Lotin is able to weaken and control the effects of the Berserk Aura as a form of collective emotional mobilization.

Today is indeed a day to celebrate and remember for the Sarkaz people who are struggling to gain a true home.

After a rather simple coronation, the Sarkaz celebrated their suffering, filling the lifeless Kazdel with dances and songs.

Temporary material poverty was not enough to extinguish people's celebration and joy. The victory in the war and the restoration of Kazdel brought a moment of relief to all the Sarkaz people.

The two deep-sea hunters, who love dancing and singing, seemed quite engrossed in the spontaneous celebration.

However, only Loting was fortunate enough to witness their dance.

In this relaxed atmosphere, the two deep-sea hunters finally began to fight over the giant's shoulders without any scruples.

"Lauren Tina, it's time for your time to be all to come to an end."

"I should sit in that seat longer!"

"You're still not satisfied after I let you have your way once?"

"If you want it, come and take it yourself. You know that, right?"

"Ha, shark, I'm increasingly suspecting you're faking it. I knew you'd say that!"

Two pairs of scarlet eyes stared at the armored giant, while the shark and the killer whale tore at the same prey.

Enjoying their possessive gazes, Luo Ting picked them up at the same time and placed them on one of his shoulders.

Loting, which became even larger due to the stacking of the [Heart Steel] layers, could easily accommodate two people sitting on it.

However, there is still a slight difference in height when walking.

The doctor could only pretend to be calm as he arrived late.

At this moment, Kazdel truly brought Amiya comfort.

“Mr. Nautilus, you can’t just abandon the Doctor…”

Amiya mustered her courage and whispered the words, but she would soon realize that her worries were completely unfounded.

Loting had anticipated this and extended his hand to the Doctor. When the Doctor was also placed in Loting's hands, the argument among the Deepsea Hunters ceased.

Seeing the immense intimidation she wielded, the Doctor naturally puffed out her chest, but this only revealed her more oppressive side.

Unfortunately, even with Laurentina and the Doctor's combined weight, they were not enough to balance Skadi.

According to Lotin and Niezley's plan, the temporary main power would be exercised by the Carrion King's Court.

After all, Ducarre has always seemed indifferent to routine operations.

In the ruins of the Senate, the ten chairs became thirteen.

The competitors do not necessarily have to be ancient and scattered royal courts.

The Conqueror sat in the first seat, while the Carrion Eater and the Blood Demon sat in the second and twelfth seats, respectively.

The seats opposite each other have equal veto power, and the closer one is to the seat of the [Conqueror], the more prestigious one's status.

"I really wish you could stay a little longer."

At the extraordinary Senate meeting the following day, Nertzley was still trying to persuade Lotin to stay.

Lotin explained to him that he needed to address the threats facing the land, which required him to travel to various places.

However, if Kazdel needs him, he will appear very quickly and directly.

"I want to maintain a certain distance and mystery, the king of carrion. I will be leaving in a few days."

"By the way, could you please ask your student, Bozokasti, to come back and serve Kazdel?"

"Ah, that stubborn boy, I can't persuade him."

Niecilei waved his hand decisively. Even an old man like him thought Bozhuokasti was too stubborn.

“I helped him and his adopted daughter in Chernobog.”

"His inner conflict has been mostly resolved."

“I can negotiate with him personally.”

Lotin explained why he thought Bozokasti could be persuaded now.

"Ah, so there's such a connection between us."

Niecilei marveled at the wonder of fate.

"King of Carrion Eaters, Lord of Blood Demons, if there are any people you cannot control, just summon me."

"I will appear directly on the throne."

For now, only these three have taken their seats in the Senate. Niezley will further consolidate the legacy of the Military Council and, together with Ersula, restore the necessary order until all suitable candidates have been selected.

The Sarkaz “reporter” with an old camera captured this scene with rather unprofessional skills.

From this moment on, the Demon King's power gradually faded from the secular world, no longer directly affecting the lives of the Sarkaz. Even the first seat of the Senate eventually became a symbolic vacancy—belonging to [Nautilus the Conqueror].

However, the influence of the Demon King, or more accurately, the influence of the Conqueror, gradually permeated every aspect of the Sarkaz people's lives.

Chapter 166: Kai the Cat is About to Breathe

"Two months, two months!"

The doctor's last communication was two months ago, saying that she was going to Kazdel with Amiya.

Kal'tsit admitted that she had always put a lot of pressure on the Doctor, who was also a very responsible person.

If the Doctor simply wants to take some time to do things he enjoys, Kal'tsit can understand.

But they went to Kazdel!

Rhodes Island, having left Victoria, replenished its necessary supplies in Kazimierz, but Kal'tsit's sanity did not seem to recover along with the replenishment of supplies.

After a brief roar, Kal'tsit looked around in a panic, making sure no one had seen her outburst.

"What exactly did he do to make the two royal courts switch their support and allow him to take over the Demon King's power?"

"Could it be that Amiya has already..."

Kal'tsit threw a copy of a Casimir newspaper on her desk; such irritability and sensitivity were clearly not Kal'tsit's usual self.

"Calm down, Kal'tsit, calm down, there's still room for maneuver."

"Since he wants the Doctor, he can't possibly lay a hand on Amiya."

Kal'tsit forced herself to take a deep breath. With Amiya and the Doctor not around, she had to handle many daily tasks.

And there's an even more thorny problem.

What should be done with those operators who have intricate connections to the Tower of Babel?

If it were Kal'tsit who had never been hit by a stick, she would probably try to smooth things over and let the Doctor and the situation pass by together.

But now Kal'tsit has to devise a more efficient solution.

If she could get away with the matter by getting another beating, she would gladly accept another beating.

"Ding dong."

The doorbell to Kal'tsit's office rang.

"Dr. Kal'tsit, it's me."