Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Lotin never imagined he would have such a profound impact on the world. After all, he was originally just an unfortunate sailor who was thrown into a world full of holes for no reason.

But as Lotin's power grew, the Deep Sea Titan was no longer simply a water monster rising from the abyss. Its very existence was enough to throw the balance off, and Lotin's perspective shifted to a more far-reaching threat.

He must become strong enough to mend the wounds of this desperate world, at least enough to remain unscathed amidst the several ultimate darknesses this land faces.

"Have you ever seen a descendant of the red dragon?"

Even at the most memorable high-profile banquet of her childhood, Vina never saw the Red Dragon's offspring.

She sensed a hidden meaning in Loting's words. Although he only mentioned the Red Dragon's offspring, which disappointed him, he was actually questioning whether Aslan's offspring would also betray her people and forge their own crown with the blood of those they were supposed to protect.

"The thugs who acted in the name of King Tara have been punished in Hillshire, but I think they will still relentlessly exploit the wounds inflicted by the Sarkaz to seize more power."

Lotin had a way of appeasing the Sarkaz, and naturally, he also had other approaches to dealing with the Victorians.

"The remains that have decomposed due to weathering."

Skadi followed the dried blood trail and saw the corpses of hundreds of Sarkaz, each one an elite of the Royal Court Army and the Absolutes. Although they were no longer a threat to Nautilus, Skadi had gained some understanding of the fighting capabilities of the land dwellers.

It's no exaggeration to say that these people are capable of crushing Rhodes Island's operations teams.

The brass-colored gleam still shone brightly among the remains. Even the tragic past could not diminish their original color.

She continued walking forward.

The knights of Victoria never, and never did, back down.

One after another, they were more eye-catching and more worthy of attention than the statues of the kings.

Slashing, thrusting, burning. Corrosive Originium Arts. Dried blood completely covered a suit of armor.

Spikes, each over five meters long, were thrown one after another, imbued with witchcraft, piercing their bodies.

They maintained their formation and continued fighting until their last breath.

Nothing could break them—not the royal army, not the pardoners, not even death.

"That's why, for four years, the sound of steam engines has never been heard on the streets of Lentinium again."

Lotin spoke slowly, as Nautilus suppressed his anger.

"Bronze Ghost, could you actually be the vengeful spirit of the Steam Knight?"

Following Vina, Alder suddenly thought of a seemingly reasonable explanation.

“I sheltered the Victorians of Little Hillshire only because they paid their tithes.”

"Although my other side gleams with the color of brass, I am not one of the Steam Knights."

Seeing it with his own eyes, and reading this story before the time travel, moved Loting even more. What are the differences between these steam knights and the bell ringer Casello of Tidestone Town?

They exhausted all that life could offer them, yet in their struggle they were pushed into the abyss.

"Find the evil..."

"Why do you say this is a sin?"

"Why is it a sin for Victoria's heroes to fight to the death against the Sarkaz who invaded the place of the scene?"

Vina's confusion and shock once again transformed into a reckless courage, prompting her to overcome her fear of the conqueror's murderous intent and oppressive aura and raise this question.

"From the arrangement of the wreckage, it can be seen that the Steam Knights were the attackers in this battle, while the Sarkaz were the ones holding the line and blocking their way."

"This is a shameless trap. In the final resting place of Victoria's former king, Victoria's most loyal knight was lured and killed by the Sarkaz."

Lotin already despised traitors, and under the [Conqueror] skin, due to the special physiological effects, sneak attacks and ambushes made him even more disgusted.

"Why, why did the Sarkaz obtain the key to the former king's final resting place?"

"It can only be the Victorians themselves, the offspring of King Aslan. You know that perfectly well. Do you think getting an obvious answer from me will change this established fact?"

When Vina picked up the "Breath of Kings" from the pedestal.

Lotin noticed a plume of white smoke rising from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood—clean, distilled gas.

Clusters of breath, one after another. Loting knew this feeling all too well; it was the premonition of the dying returning from the shadows of history, just as the eyes of the bronze giant once again shone on the desolate shore.

The towering bronze giant awakens from history, pushing aside the fog of dust and taking firm steps.

Nothing can defeat him; nothing can abandon him; nothing can betray him.

A massive suit of armor rose from the wreckage.

Heavy footsteps.

A dull hissing sound.

The Armored Titan did not intentionally switch back to his Brass Titan form, because only in this state could he sense the other party's blood-red rage. His memories and perceptions were forever frozen at that bloody moment of betrayal.

"Victoria."

The steam knight repeated the word like a machine, referring to the sword in Vina's hand as "Victoria".

Victoria betrayed him, the magnificent Victoria betrayed him, so he chose to protect the symbol of Victoria. Before him was not Alexandra-Vina-Victoria, but an enemy who sought to defile the place of the kings.

"Mr. Nautilus, is it your will that radiates upon him?"

After experiencing the effects of the Conqueror's Berserk Aura firsthand, Amiya subconsciously assumed that the Berserk Aura was also affecting this Steam Knight.

“I can no longer influence him; his mind is so broken that he can no longer react to my radiation.”

"His consciousness is forever haunted by the moment of the final battle with the Sarkaz. The long nails, imbued with blasphemous magic, shot from the sanctuary where the former king lies buried have frozen him in that darkest moment of despair, forever frozen in his profound rage."

"In his eyes, all that was ahead were horned demons and a filthy duke grinning maliciously."

Loting shook his head regretfully and helplessly; the other party did not fall into a ferocious state because of the Conqueror's berserk aura.

The black giant and the gray giant faced off, separated by a beam of light. His strength was not even as great as Manfred's, but it was enough to make Lotin take him seriously.

The only thing he could do was probably to channel his hatred into a battle, directing it toward the true traitor. The power granted to Lotin by [Conqueror] made this possible. Although the berserk aura had no effect on him, Lotin could still sense his anger.

“Come on, Sir Lynch, unleash your fury until you remember where the real enemy is.”

“Victoria—!”

The Steam Knight let out a still powerful battle cry, and the huge power cone roared as it pierced towards the gray-white armored giant.

The black giant and the gray giant collided at this moment, and Sir Lynch's final madness was far more powerful than Manfred's hesitant sword strike.

Few enemies could inspire Lotin to fight with a sense of awe.

Chapter 127: The Hunt Continues

The steam knight, imprisoned in the past, launched a fierce attack on Lotin, even though the giant before him was no match for him.

The hook axe struck the steam armor, producing a crisp metallic clang. The enchanted strike brought with it a chaotic energy that numbed the limbs, as well as a pulse powerful enough to burn through the steam armor's wiring.

Sir Charles Lynch, a steam knight who had gone mad beyond the reach of the conqueror's berserk aura.

Lotin did not kill them, but repeatedly repelled the charging steam knights. The reset structure of the breaching steam cone shattered into pieces and scattered after letting out a wail.

The crazed steam knight gradually began to exhibit behavior that he found incomprehensible to Lotin. He could no longer correctly identify whether Lotin was a wall, a door, or the living thing he had initially thought it was.

"Stop, knight."

"Turn around, knight, your true enemy is not here."

Lotin plunged his hook axe into the ground and wrestled with the Steam Knight with both hands. Just as the Light Knight could simply use energy to release flashbangs, under the Conqueror's skin, Lotin could also forcefully release the crimson energy used by the Conqueror Nautilus in a more brutal form.

Under the influence of the energy pulse, the conqueror's bloodlust stirred ripples in the knight's shattered spirit, first ripples, then waves.

The enemy's face gradually became clearer in Sir Lynch's mind, and an even more frenzied rage rose and burned within him.

“Victoria…”

Sir Lynch kept repeating the same word, but he was already thinking of turning around. The illusion turned to ashes in a moment of raging anger, and he saw the blonde Aslan woman holding the Breath of Kings behind the giant.

A moment of clarity allowed Sir Lynch to desperately stop his body.

The illusion resurfaced before Sir Lynch in a completely new form, and he saw the conspirators laughing on the ground.

Thick smoke billowed from the back of the steam knight, and rising steam once again filled the entire resting place of the kings.

Without warning, he turned around, smashed the unfinished statue, and used the still-intact city-breaking cone to shatter wall after wall, digging frantically into the ground.

Where is he going?

Vina's voice was very faint. Although she was not yet ready to complete her mission, she was already extremely ashamed of what Victoria had done.

"He wants to settle his scores with his hatred."

The new illusion was not woven by Loting using the power of the Conqueror. A moment of clarity gave Sir Lynch a new hint, allowing him to unleash his pent-up despair and rage on the true culprit.

"The doctor needs rest, and obtaining the Kings' Breath also means you can use it to persuade the Grand Dukes to launch an attack."

"Then, Nautilus, do you intend to remain in the city of Londinium?"

The doctor sighed deeply; she had witnessed firsthand how Lotin had accumulated power in this posture.

"The hunt will continue; the traitors have not yet been dealt with, and the thirst for war has not yet been satisfied..."

Lotin planned to accumulate all the required number of giant layers at once, and then confront the regular military forces of the Sarkaz Royal Court head-on. His hesitant and timid encounters with the Steam Knights caused Lotin's physical discomfort to resurface.

"Then, take care, Mr. Nautilus."

The Doctor quickly devised an optimal retreat route. Rhodes Island's main strategic objectives within Londinium City had been achieved, and the means to counter the Shard Tower had been acquired.

What Lotin was about to do next in Lentinium was pure slaughter.

"You really have a good interest."

Laurentina smiled and turned her head away, watching her unfamiliar blood relative still immersed in the afterglow of having his restless excitement temporarily satisfied.

"Enthusiasm, yes, enthusiasm."

If anger counts as interest.

Looking at the accumulated levels in the status bar, Luo Ting realized that he still hadn't created enough deaths to accumulate enough blood.

Hungry mobs huddled among the ruins of the building. Their makeshift Molotov cocktails were insufficient to fight the Sarkaz mercenaries; they could only be used to intimidate their fellow countrymen and steal the meager food supplies available.

The muffled thud of the ground shaking made the rioters cower behind the wall, but the next second, the wall was torn apart like a biscuit.

Several people tried to shout or scream, but found that their hoarse throats could not produce any sound.

"Agorians? No, devils, demons!"

Before he was cut in half by Laurentina's languid waist, a thug who had always wielded his knife against the weaker uttered his only complete sentence.

"Not enough, not enough blood has been shed."

“Sister, hunter, not enough blood has been shed.”

Lotin infused a magical pulse into a nearby altar, using it to contact Ducarre to join his hunt.

"Hehe, however much you want, I will give it to you."

"I dedicate all these souls lost on the battlefield to you..."

Laurentina was engrossed in tearing apart everything she could see, whether inanimate or alive.

That's why Lotin was so infatuated with his nun; she squandered her power only for herself.

"As you wish."

"I will bleed my prey."

The hunter outwardly maintained a proper distance, but inwardly, he, like her blood relatives, had already fallen for her.

Lotin was equally generous in offering shelter and comfort to the hunters who hunted for him.

"Ducarre, are you in trouble?"

Blood was still dripping from Lotin's hook axe, and Ducarre, arriving late, seemed to have encountered a powerful obstacle on his journey.

Ducarre noticed that the corpses and heads of deserters, rioters, collaborators, and royal troops formed a web.

"You've already swept away all the prey in the vicinity, why do you still come here to mock me?"

Ducarre still had that proud and stubborn look on his face.

"Ha, the Regent's soldiers are no match for you."

"Is he a carrion eater or a pardoner?"

"Just because you summoned me, they already consider you a traitor to the Sarkaz."