Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

The timing of the attack was so illogical that Ducarre couldn't dodge in time, and he could only use as much blood as possible to protect himself.

Blood was pushed aside by the waves, and the giant anchor smashed into the face of the Blood Demon Lord.

He was completely buried deep in the ground as a result.

“It’s really solid.”

Lotin's giant anchor caused the Blood Demon Lord to bleed. Chaotic energy surged within his body, corroding his internal organs. At this moment, Ducarre's expression became extremely painful.

However, this is still not considered a very serious injury.

He truly deserves to be the ruler of the royal court.

He expelled his own blood, squeezing out the chaotic energy that the Deep Sea Titan used to immobilize its opponent, then quickly rose to his feet, creating distance to regroup.

"Your drawing is incorrect."

"Stupid graffiti."

Lotin dipped the giant anchor into the blood expelled by Ducarre and dragged the anchor to redraw the ritual pattern that had just been destroyed in the battle.

"Hmph, how would you know?"

"The ritual patterns possessed by the Blood Demon King's Court are the correct ones."

Even though Ducarre didn't gain any advantage in the recent encounter, he still maintained an extremely stubborn attitude.

"is it?"

"What would you do if I let the Conqueror appear before you?"

"Because you can't accept it, you refuse to acknowledge it, just like you did with your brother, believing that the [Conqueror] also betrayed the Sarkaz, and then you eliminate them?"

"Blood Demon, I'm curious, why are you so interested in the [Conqueror]?"

He was so interested that he didn't even have time to look for Amiya's whereabouts.

It's strange that the Blood Demon Lord isn't going to pay homage to the Demon King, but instead is dabbling in some rather inappropriate graffiti here.

"How do you know this?"

"Dirty witchcraft? The methods of the Agorians?"

Humiliation, curiosity, anger—these emotions lingered in Ducaré's mind.

Lotin's fighting style was bizarre and illogical, yet dangerous and deadly enough, which made Ducarre somewhat willing to take the Mark seriously.

Ducarre watched as a ritualistic design was completed, drawn with Ducarre's blood.

“When I emerged from the pool of blood, I watched over you and your court, Blood Demon, you always offered the most tribute.”

"Then, the death and bloodshed created by the [Conquerors] in the slaughter will far exceed those insignificant tributes, which is the most generous reward for you."

"Blood Demon, now think about it, who am I really?"

"Having heard this, you still refuse to address my questions?"

The brass giant turned to look at the Blood Demon Lord. While drawing the pattern, he made up a charlatan's explanation of the skin's background in the system.

He started coaxing her again, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Chapter 111: The Scam Titan

While Lotin made accidental contact with Ducarre in the underground tunnels of Lottinium, Regent Therese, aboard the already launched airship, had received intelligence from his beloved disciple through the "paradox" intelligence system.

The intelligence was brought by a paradoxical intelligence officer, a special intelligence agent under the Military Commission, who was responsible not only for intelligence gathering and personnel training, but also for carrying out missions to weaken the enemy's lines.

These people belong to a special organization of the Sarkaz Military Council, and they serve only the Military Council. The former royal courts are also objects of their surveillance.

"It seems that the Blood Demon is not as carefree as he appeared before."

"With Victoria's army of 100,000 pressing in, the Blood Demon might be starving for blood to eat?"

Therese was not one to fear the ancient authority of the royal court.

"Why be so fixated on the conqueror? A capricious wretch who makes the Sarkaz bleed in vain and accepts no response."

"The Cyclops' prophecy is not enough to deter him."

Theresis is now at the eye of the storm, with Victoria's 100,000-strong army on high alert, and Rhodes Island, emerging from the ruins of the Tower of Babel, plotting to kill him. The pressure he faces is immense.

Are they following Theresa's will?

Even he sometimes couldn't tell whether his sister truly wanted to stand by his side. It was precisely because he knew his sister Theresia so well that he dared to judge that the ancestral spirits whispered by the Sarkaz had already taken control of her will.

But how are the whispers of the ancient souls any different from Theresa's ideal?

How many more ruins of Kazdel will appear?

"Blood Demon, it's about time you stopped."

The Regent knew that this arrogant Blood Demon Lord had never truly obeyed him, not even from the perspective of the overall war.

Ducarre was undoubtedly a staunch and extreme hawk, but he never truly heeded the orders of the Sarkaz Military Council. In fact, he even voted against the reorganization of the War Council into a Military Council.

He simply didn't have the extra energy to keep an eye on this extremely warlike blood demon who placed extreme importance on the purity of the Sarkaz bloodline.

"Let the Blood Demon doodle as he pleases."

The Regent instructed the intelligence officers to continue secretly obstructing Ducarre from drawing the magic circle pattern. Indeed, the patterns he could draw now could not summon the Conqueror; they were merely doodles that deviated from the original point.

But how long can the pardoner's little tricks fool him?

"If the Blood Demon stops graffitiing, then erase his artwork."

Therese followed the lead of the paradoxical intelligence system, decreeing that his intelligence officers would get things done.

"How could that brass monster, reeking of rust, be the same person as [Conqueror]?"

The Blood Demon Lord continued to shake his head, refusing to accept the "facts" that Loting had stated.

Many possibilities came to mind for Ducarre.

"They actually said my magic circle design was just stupid doodles..."

This wasn't the first time Ducarre had tried to summon the Conqueror. Most of the time, he was able to summon this metallic monster, clad in greyish-white iron armor, from the pool of blood, and watching it crush his enemies was a rare treat.

Although at times, the Carrion King's court will summon the Conqueror for the Demon King before they can.

In any case, this magic circle has been proven countless times to summon the Conqueror.

"You still wonder why the pattern I drew is different from yours."

"Think back carefully, is the array you summoned that conqueror really this scribbling that you see now?"

Lotin was also very puzzled. Judging from Ducarre's appearance, he had probably summoned the Conqueror many times, but the pattern he drew had produced a subtle deviation.

Surely this old blood demon can't just be senile?

Such a precise and large-scale spell array is so precise that even the slightest error can lead to disastrous consequences. Not being able to summon anything is not the worst outcome; the real danger is creating some strange and out-of-control magical artifacts.

"Could the altar have been tampered with?"

Ducarre carefully examined the magic circle pattern that Lotin had redrawn. The curvature of the lines and the angles of the turns were slightly different from the spell array he had drawn before.

No, this is what the spell array pattern truly looks like.

But he couldn't possibly be so obtuse as to make such a foolish mistake.

Ducarre activated the array pattern in front of Lotin. When the Originium Arts were activated, the pattern returned to what he had seen before. He could only conclude that the altar, which served as the ritual node, had been secretly tampered with.

"Who did it?"

"A lich, a pardoner, or a banshee?"

Don't ask, don't know, I'm startled when I ask.

Lotin even discovered internal disagreements within the Sarkaz leadership, at least regarding the question of whether or not to summon the Conquerors.

“I also drew the pattern, and I also demonstrated the power.”

"You have lived such a long life as the Blood Demon Lord, can't you even face reality?"

Lotin knew that it was unrealistic to incite the Grand Prince to turn against the Sarkaz Military Council just because of this, but by doing so, at least the old man wouldn't become an obstacle to his proper arrangement of the ceremony.

It might even reduce my workload.

"Then why didn't you respond to the call then?"

Ducarre stared directly into the eyes of the bronze giant, as if trying to find the killer instinct of a conqueror in the lighthouse-like gleam.

"Back then?"

"When was that?"

"A battle between two kings, a sibling rivalry?"

Lotin now understood why some Sarkaz didn't want to try summoning the Conqueror again. He probably hadn't answered the phone that time, but then again, during the civil war between the two kings, he, Lotin, was still floating in the sea, being managed by the system.

"During the period of trusteeship, did you receive any tribute or summons from the Sarkaz?"

[During the trusteeship period, only body posture was adjusted to cope with the impact of ocean currents.]

"I'm stupid, really."

Lotin frowned inside his diving suit.

Knowing full well the details about the period of trusteeship, and with this piecemeal system only repeating the same tiresome nonsense that Luo Ting was tired of hearing, he shouldn't have continued asking with a glimmer of hope.

"You know everything, you know everything, so why don't you answer my call?"

"Haven't I killed enough people? Or is the blood I've offered not thick enough?"

"Why are you appearing in Victoria's capital as an Agorian again?"

Ducarre finally couldn't contain his excitement and gritted his teeth as he voiced his question.

"Ducarre, have you ever seen the raging sea with your own eyes?"

The bronze giant's eyes stung the Blood Demon.

"In the Regent's grand vision, has he not mentioned the abominations and flesh that gush forth from the abyss?"

Luo Ting deliberately addressed him by his name, saying, "Yes, I not only know your deeds, but I also know your real name. Believe it or not."

"For 60 years, I have been fighting against those deformed flesh and blood in silence and waves."

"When the tide turns, how can any egg remain intact? In your youth, you hunted a behemoth that was about to crush Kazdel in its sleep. I slaughter the pests of the ocean. You should understand."

"How can the foul-smelling indigo venom of those pests be considered real blood? But in order to fight those pests for a long time, I had no choice but to use it to nourish myself, which is why I have become what I am now."

"I have come to Kazdel to see which demon lord can help me regain my true form."

Laurentina saw Lotin's brilliant performance through the system chat interface.

"He's really good at making things up."

"Compile?"

Skadi sensed Laurentina's words, but even she couldn't tell which of Lotin's statements were true and which were false.

"This is clearly an explanation he made up on the spot to please the demons."

Laurentina firmly believes that the version of Nautilus's story that she possesses is the correct one.

"Ducarre, what are you going to do?"

“If you complete the ritual correctly, then whether you are real or fake will be revealed.”

After being beaten, coaxed, and deceived by Loting, Ducarre gradually began to believe Loting's story, although he was still quite stubborn.

"Alright, then I'll watch you complete the ceremony and make you truly convinced."

In this way, Loting could both hold off a high-level royal force and get the Blood Demon to help him complete the ritual, killing two birds with one stone.

Although Luo Ting was not afraid to fight to the bitter end, it seemed more worthwhile to have the other party do the work for him for free.

However, before that, Lotin still had to dismantle the city defense cannon. Since the Sarkaz leadership was internally divided on this issue, Teacher DaTe's student would naturally side with him and make some underhanded moves.

Chapter 112: Titans are enraged.

“Ducarre, I think you understand better than any other royal court what it means to offer a tithe of blood for the conquerors.”

Loting left those words behind and brushed past the Blood Demon.