Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

They weren't just a bunch of street thugs as they appeared. They were highly professional fighters.

What kind of harsh and cruel environment could cultivate their superb combat skills, rich combat experience, and abundant physical strength, enough to contend with the Sarkaz who lick blood from the edge of a knife?

"The girl who's leading it, Vina, is too young. She hasn't learned how to hide herself yet. She's only using the swirling, dusty smoke of the streets as cover, but dust can never truly conceal a person's actions."

The Doctor recalled how these Felins looked when they first arrived on Rhodes Island seeking political asylum. She and Kal'tsit knew from the beginning that the other was a member of the Victorian royal family.

Can the leader of a street gang grow into a true king?

No, what's impossible about that? Even an amnesiac patient like myself can shoulder the heavy responsibility of leading Rhodes Island, and perhaps even more arduous tasks.

The fact that there was at least one powerful member of their race willing to stand by their side alleviated the Doctor's anxiety and unease.

"Amiya, focus."

The Doctor noticed a moment of hesitation when Amiya was gathering black magic missiles, but she simply nodded and continued firing at the defending heavy infantry as a caster operator.

The dark, primal technique, trailing a comet-like tail of lightning, pierced through the shield-bearing heavy infantry blocking the outpost. In the brutal melee of Terra's light infantry, individual soldier quality, and even racial talent, would play a crucial role.

Amiya's mastery of Originium Arts cannot be simply described as "far surpassing her peers"; her spellcasting abilities completely overwhelmed the Sarkaz sorcerer.

Both sides used spells from the same source, but Amiya's talent and training were superior, and moreover, she was the demon lord chosen by the Black Crown.

"What kind of magic is that?"

Lieutenant Wang Tingjun leaned against the bunker and angrily threw the radio headset aside.

The reason he was able to become a lieutenant was not only because of his rich experience in combat command, but also because he was literate to some extent and could easily learn the basic skills of radio operation.

Countering the radio interference released by Kroos was objectively impossible for him.

"We can't contact reinforcements either... The pitch-black magic missiles, the Originium Arts that are so painful to look at, are just like... Your Highness."

The officer immediately forced himself to stop such rude and blasphemous thoughts. The strange and ingenious skills used by the unknown alien armed forces, even if they were only used to compare with His Highness, were extremely disrespectful.

He picked up a crossbow bolt from a fallen soldier and retaliated, but was pierced through the body by even faster fire.

One crossbow bolt was not enough to kill the burly Sarkaz Goliath, but the second and third bolts that followed pierced him completely.

As he collapsed in front of the radio, soaked in blood, the Rhodes Island operations team completed their suppression and control of the station.

"The armed force that attacked the station earlier is coming back this way."

Kroos described the images transmitted from the drone.

Both sides were disguised. The Doctor was able to know the other's identity first because Rhodes Island happened to have information about the other party in Hill County.

However, the Rhodes Island operators who went on this mission were not from the same batch as the field operators from Hillshire. The Doctor judged that the other party did not know the actual affiliation of this Rhodes Island operations team.

"Do not fire, but remain vigilant."

The doctor has boarded the train, and the medical staff, including her, are using the brief respite before the train departs to treat the wounded.

Because the tactics employed were generally sound, and they happened to encounter another Victorian resistance force, the Rhodes Island operations team was fortunate to have no casualties.

Perhaps they will meet again on this battlefield.

The train started moving quickly, and the dark clouds in the sky were becoming clearer. The doctor took out the gold coin from his pocket and unconsciously rubbed it in his hand, perhaps because Nautilus had really brought good luck.

"He should be grateful that he cleared away many thorny obstacles."

Amiya, are you feeling better?

The Doctor knew perfectly well that Amiya wouldn't be distracted on the battlefield.

"Amiya?"

"Amiya, the train has started moving."

"Amiya... what are you looking at?"

The girl from Carter's didn't answer her.

Amiya's body remained motionless, as if she had stopped breathing.

Never before had she so openly displayed her intense emotions to the operators. Even when she was initially shocked by Nautilus, she had tried her best to control her emotions. This had only happened when she was alone with herself or Kal'tsit before.

The doctor's calculations were accurate. By the time reinforcements arrived, the train had already started moving, but the Sarkaz who were chasing the train suddenly stopped.

They all turned their heads and looked in the same direction.

A Sarkaz walked into the ruins.

The smoke of battle was dispersed by the wind, and the dust from the fighting swirled and floated, some of it clinging to her clothes and some soiling her white hair. She seemed unconcerned, simply gazing quietly at a pile of ruins.

As if sensing something, the white-haired Sarkaz turned around.

She shouldn't have been able to see the people on the train, but her expression suggested she recognized who was watching her.

Her face was so gentle, but her eyes were filled with sadness. Perhaps this sadness came not only from herself, but also from the person who was looking at her.

"She didn't even look back at me. It's good that she can forget me so completely."

"Does she have a new pillar to rely on now?"

Theresa stood beside the collapsed city wall, where the traces of the battle at Exit 312 of Nautilus remained.

Chapter 118: Tith Already Paid, Blood Boils and Flesh Grinds

The center of Lentinium is right in front of us.

And they are sailing into this storm.

Amiya did not tell the Doctor that she had seen Theresa, the Theresa who should have died four years ago. Unlike Kal'tsit, she knew that the Doctor faced immense pain and hardship in making that choice back then.

Even though Amiya didn't know about the Doctor's connection to the previous civilization, she could empathize with this feeling.

"Blood red color, the sky, how could it have turned like this?"

The doctor had prepared to confront the enemy at the terminal station on the train, but the terminal station was almost deserted.

The shattered ground and bits of flesh indicate that an extremely bloody battle took place here, with the blood of both Felin and Sarkaz soldiers drenching these eerie altars.

"It was the work of the Blood Royal Court."

Kroos couldn't possibly fail to recognize the methods of her own kind, even though, as a blood demon, she was a complete outcast, just like Warfarin.

Admittedly, Rhodes Island's operations were kept as discreet as possible overall, and communications were jammed even when necessary raids were carried out. However, why were the Royal Court soldiers at the destination slaughtered?

Those who still stood and wandered were also entangled by blood-red tentacles and leeches, and had become nothing more than walking corpses.

Among them were also paradoxical intelligence officers, these spies of Theresis who were converted into servants of the Blood Lord before they could send back their intelligence.

"They actually have absolutely no desire or awareness to attack?"

Kroos discovered that these royal soldiers, who had been turned into blood demon servants, had no other intentions than guarding those altars.

A low hiss interrupted the doctor's attention, and a hideous crystalline monster appeared before him.

Monster-3, a crystalline life form released from Kal'tsit's spine.

"Amiya, Kroos, Kal'tsit is back."

Kal'tsit was originally stationed on the main ship to delay Kazdel's main military force—the Carrion Eaters. It seems that the Carrion Eater King has returned ahead of schedule with his army.

Around the fallen warriors, an unprecedented power was spreading across the battlefield.

Something was constantly seeping out from their skin, eyes, ears, and nose. It wasn't blood, nor any actual organs or tissues.

However, the altar radiating a frenzied red light temporarily prevented this effect from occurring.

This is a kind of pollution, about Originium Arts, which is about death and corrosion.

The blood-red leech puppets were using their lives to resist the corrosive influence of the contamination. Seeing this, the Doctor decided to immediately move away from the area. Rhodes Island's action team began to move immediately, and they quickly moved away from the eerie altar.

Meanwhile, the bronze giant is briefly traveling with the Blood Lord.

The giant anchor fell without warning, almost crushing a seemingly insignificant Blood Demon minion, but he dodged it with a speed that was impossible for a minion to achieve.

"Blood Demon, shapeshifters have infiltrated your retinue."

Lotin acquired the Mountain Barrier, formerly known as the Eye of the Seasons, which helped him identify the shapeshifter who had transformed into the Ducarle Familia. These swarming life forms, capable of freely altering their appearance, are extremely unique among the Sarkaz.

"It's alright, the lightning has turned crimson red, Theresis must be very surprised."

"I hope your imitation won't be any worse than the Shapeshifter's."

Ducarre glanced at the shapeshifter who had been forced into his true form by Lotin, and he was surprised that Lotin was able to detect the shapeshifter's lurking presence so quickly.

“We fear the conqueror; the conqueror should not be summoned.”

Lotin deployed his shield and used it to destroy the shapeshifter's clone with an uncanny speed of attack. The deep-sea Titan's wave energy prevented him from escaping, thus destroying the fragile shapeshifter clone.

"Boom."

Another streak of crimson lightning struck, followed by the sound of raindrops.

The power of the deep-sea titans and the summoning ritual produced a chemical reaction, resulting in eerie, blood-red raindrops—not a downpour, but a rain of blood.

In an instant, the emotions of the Sarkaz surged into Lotin's mind, but he did not feel any impact on his consciousness; to him, these emotions were merely angry and desperate pleas.

Amidst the collapsed ruins, the horned mother sheds tears of blood, questioning why her children were slaughtered.

A young warrior on the city wall, missing an arm, plunges her sword, which she can barely lift, into the ground, questioning why her homeland was destroyed.

The Blood Demon, who slaughtered the enemy legion in the canyon, roars, questioning why the conqueror does not respond to his offerings.

Why should we be the ones to die?

"Just because we're Sarkaz?"

"If you want slaughter and revenge, then offer up tribute, Sarkaz."

Lotin walked toward the center of the ceremony with a light laugh. These Sarkaz were never satisfied with rebuilding their homes. As long as they could recover, they would conquer and enslave other races. They were not as innocent as these emotions made them out to be.

But so what?

The conquerors feed on the most savage and brutal desires of the Sarkaz.

"Boom."

A crimson lightning bolt struck.

"One-tenth has been paid, blood boils and flesh is torn!"

The ground collapsed, and the city's pipes, now truly becoming blood vessels, were drawing blood from corpses everywhere into this deep pit.

The Sarkaz's emotions had no effect on Lothin; on the contrary, as the ritual progressed, the Conqueror drove the Sarkaz into a gradual frenzy.

The bronze giant stepped into the pool of blood, and then the blood in the pool began to boil. The urge to kill pounded at Ducarre's nerves; he was now incredibly excited, but also incredibly terrified.

My ritual was successful, and the other person's was genuine.

The screams of countless souls echoed from the pool of blood, mixed with maniacal laughter. The screams were now more desperate, the laughter darker, and even more painful.

Ducarre severed Tracy's eyes and ears, while Lotin killed the shapeshifter who was preparing to return to report. The ritual was a mockery of the Regent, whose greatest arrogance and failure lay in not choosing to personally intervene and destroy it from the outset.

No, it wasn't that he was unwilling, but that he couldn't, because the alien demon king who had received the inheritance had come to Lontinim, and his energy was focused on searching for and killing him.

Manfred's death meant that there were many more things that Tracy had to do herself.

The doctor's actions were flawless, and Theresis was unable to extricate herself.

Lotin's sabotage covered up Rhodes Island's operations, while Rhodes Island's entry also covered up the conquerors' rituals.

Therese is destined to be unable to manage both ends.

The ritual provided the remaining fragments, and finally, an arm gleaming with a cold, iron-blooded light emerged from the pool of blood.

"The rusted armor beat against the boulders on the plain day and night."

The Dead Souls described the Conquerors in this way, and Ducarre added this oldest Sarkaz account of the Conquerors to the ancient language of the Blood Demon.

The conqueror's iron armor was framed with gray-white metal, while the gems on his breastplate and forehead were painted with the dried blood of living beings, giving them a chilling scarlet color.

The ebony-colored armor base appears to have been forged from the wailing souls in a pool of blood.

The retractable, flexible-handled hook axe still retains a layer of brass color.

Within the black portion of the helmet, crimson eyes burned with rage.

This skin did not directly affect Lotin's mind, but the lack of nourishment from fresh blood while using it caused him physical discomfort and unease, much like the dry and thirsty Agorians.

His nun changed into armor with sharp edges, and Laurentina's desire to tear and destroy was almost unleashed.

His hunter raised his serrated greatsword, and his exotic attire transformed into streamlined, aggressive monochromatic armor.