Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Reforging Nash's Tooth and the Bloodthirster, worth 3400 gold, temporarily depleted all of Lothing's accumulated funds.

"Chief, I have a very bad feeling."

Salus was ready to cast illusions, and the Sarkaz altar in the Royal Academy of Sciences remained in use by the Exonerators.

Quesatushta gave Lusas a cryptic look, signaling him to prepare to activate the spell array they had originally intended to use to lure the alien demon lord.

Why are you so determined to be my enemy?

"Can't the Pardoner offer even more tribute than the Blood Demon King's Court?"

Quesatushta maintained his smiling expression; Lotin's insistence on attacking him had already made him wary.

As soon as he finished speaking, the illusion appeared like a turbulent current.

The Royal Academy of Sciences, its roof ripped off, vanished like an optimized base color covered with paint.

The air became humid, and although it was just a sensory deception, Lotin briefly regained the feeling that he loathed.

The dampness would make the Agorians feel comfortable, but Lotin saw the Fool's bubble in his hallucination.

Loting was tired of recalling that day; he had seen far too many of those tedious charades.

Loting used the Summoner Spell [Purify]. Similar to the reward he received from his first lottery draw, the release of [Purify] instantly made Loting feel refreshed and completely freed him from the illusion's influence.

This illusion was visible to everyone present.

"That's why you didn't respond to the Regent's pleas; you've been engaged in a protracted and deadly battle with the monstrous monsters of the sea..."

Theresa stared in astonishment at the monsters in the sea within the illusion. Theresa had once declared that once he had fully mastered the power of the Originium, even the threats in the ocean would be nothing to fear.

"Does Theresis think he has the ability to deal with those twisted flesh and blood through his plan?"

Loting scoffed at the Regent's blind arrogance, arguing that Loting had even more authority to speak on the matter of confronting the Sea Heir than the Deepsea Hunters.

Even a level one Lodin, by maintaining his gigantic form in the sea, is enough to force large groups to use methods of driving him away.

As a visitor from another world who had traveled through time, he was even more aware of the true nature of the Great Group, which even the Agorians had never been able to explore.

Even Quesatushta had only heard of the threats in the ocean and knew very little about their specifics.

Quesatushta saw a flash of blood, and a longsword tore through space, emerging from the crimson crack in the air.

The pulsating cracks on the sword's surface resemble a beating pulse.

"Come, draw your sword, Quesatushta, the usurper king."

"Didn't you arrogantly claim that even the conqueror couldn't truly kill you?"

Under the [Conqueror] skin, Lothing can gain a stacked buff when using the materialized [Bloodthirster] and [Blood Boil Meatball].

The souls that were originally devoured and crushed will be enslaved by the conquerors within the Blood-Drinking Sword.

The White Horned Demon King raised a longsword carved from withered, dead wood, golden light shimmering as the Originium Arts of the Usurper King flowed and operated.

The earth cracked due to Quesatushta's Originium Arts, and withered trees were growing wildly with intertwined roots, forming a barrier that briefly stopped the giant's massive sword from continuing to pierce down, bearing the heavy burden.

"Quesatushta, the usurper king, your immortality has desecrated the laws of life and death."

“If you weren’t like the Regent and the Demon King, trying to steal the power of the Originium, I could have ignored you.”

"The one who knocks on the door, at this moment, perishes before the door of truth."

"You will be stuck here forever; time is no longer an inexhaustible resource that you can squander."

The blade emitted a restless crimson glow, transforming the hard, seemingly withered Originium-crafted creatures into bloodthirsty, writhing vines that began to attack their original creator.

Quessina's brother's body was not the most ideal vessel for Quessatushta. Under normal circumstances, he would still be considered an opponent that required Lotin to go all out against.

However, the sheer amount of blood allowed Lotin to maintain his giant form for an extended period of time. In this state, even the power of the King of the Royal Court was insufficient to make Lotin feel overwhelmed.

Life is slipping away...

Quesatushta was entangled by his own Originium Arts creations, and he desperately felt the life force of his body slipping away.

If it were merely the decay and death of the physical body, it would not be enough to frighten the usurper king.

Quessina was also one of his original vessels.

However, for the first time in many years, Quesatushta's spirit and will endured the pain of being torn apart and constricted.

"Such a blasphemous and unclean sword, Conqueror, why do you possess such a dangerous object?"

Aren't you afraid—

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The next second, Quesatushta burst into maniacal laughter.

Yes, how could a monster that feeds on the Sarkaz's thirst for war fear a tainted demonic sword that craves slaughter?

The withered longsword in his hand came back to life under the nourishment of his own blood, and thorny vines burrowed into his eyes, bathing him in blood.

"I never imagined that my cycle of reincarnation would come to an end."

Quesatushta had long since severed the body's sense of pain, as if this would mock Lotin's agonizing torture as utterly useless.

"Your cycle of reincarnation has ended."

"But your punishment and torment are far from over."

Quesatushta shook his head frantically, only to have the thorns tear open more wounds. Lotin's words made him feel fear again, something he hadn't felt in a long time.

His consciousness and spirit not only did not perish, but even became clearer.

Not just pain, but other senses as well, his perception is being stripped away from his body.

Quesatushta saw his own shattered body from God's perspective.

"How is this going?"

Quesatushta appeared as a blurry, red spirit, bound to the blade by chains.

"Quesatushta, you will never deserve rest; you will forever be my servant, a slave to the conqueror."

Quesatushta's consciousness remained clear, but he was unable to control any of the spirit's actions, not even with the Originium Arts he was most familiar with.

He could only watch helplessly as his spirit body performed the Originium Arts of the Pardoner according to Loting's will.

"When will you choose to stop thinking, Quesatushta?"

For once, Loting's laughter carried a hint of coldness, as his tone was usually dull and lacked passion.

Quesatushta's consciousness could no longer do anything except think.

Meanwhile, Rhodes Island operators Shining and Quessina were still immersed in the recent clash between Conqueror and Quessutushta.

The corrupt family that tormented her throughout her life, the sinful bloodline she desperately wanted to sever, was thus imprisoned within the giant's blade.

"it's over?"

Feeling as if in a dream, Quessina still couldn't accept this fact.

Until the giant's words echoed in the empty Royal Academy of Sciences:

"Quisassina, what kind of tribute do you intend to offer?"

Chapter 134: How do you feel, King of Usurpers?

Quessina and Salus looked at each other awkwardly, one incredulous at the death of the White Horned Demon King, and the other shocked by the fall of the usurper king.

"You did indeed kill Quesatushta?"

Quessina felt lightheaded. She vividly remembered how her golden-haired mother had passed on her life force to her offspring.

Quesatushta ensured the purity of the bloodline of the pardoner family in a distorted way, while depriving his descendants of their independent consciousness and right to survival in an extremely selfish manner.

The women of the Pardoner family are the vessels for creating the vessel, while the men of the family are the vessels for the resurrected king to seize the body.

The nightmare finally ended with the generation of Quessina, when the conqueror imprisoned Quessusta with a demonic sword he had somehow acquired.

"The cycle of kings who usurp the throne has ended, Quessina, it is true."

"Quesatushta, how are you feeling? How are you feeling now!"

Lotin looked at the red spirit and mercilessly mocked Quesatushta, whose only remaining consciousness was free.

The Originium Arts of the Pardoner, which manipulate consciousness, will now be used by the Conquerors, but it will consume Lotin's mana.

"You are only one step away from the Demon King's authority and the secrets of Originium. How can you bear this desire that is so close yet so unattainable?"

The more arrogant Quesatushta was before, the more bewildered he is now.

"Quack, stop talking, stop talking!"

To allow Shining to confirm, Lotin temporarily granted Quesatushta the right to speak.

The usurper realized that his millennia-long plan had been ruined, that all his research on Originium was ultimately for the benefit of others, and that he could only watch helplessly as his useless consciousness unfolded.

How desperate, how utterly devastating!

"You will forever kneel before the gates of truth, knocker. The secrets of Originium will never be yours again."

After defeating—which the system actually classified as killing Quesatushta—Lotin finally reached level 12, which was quite an achievement. He then invested that skill point into his E skill.

The level increase also enhances the basic passive effects of the skin.

The spirit was stuffed back into the blade of the Blood-Drinking Sword. Lotin imagined with great interest whether Quesatushta could manage to maintain his consciousness despite the difficulties.

"Quesasina..."

"Quisasina!"

Lothing shouted Shining's name, and in his gigantic state, his voice was loud enough to pierce through a moving block.

"Well!"

The throbbing pain in her eardrums brought Quessana slightly back to her senses from her daze and excitement. Her wish had been fulfilled, and now it was time to pay the price.

"It depends on what you want. The Blood Court has already given you enough blood, and this battlefield can provide you with countless battles. What more could you possibly crave?"

Quessina feared that the blood tax she had prepared to offer would not be enough to satisfy the conquerors.

She hasn't drawn her sword in a long time. She was born from the fusion of sinful bloodlines and, as a doctor, became one of the "Apostles" to treat the Sarkaz and the Infected.

She had long ago sworn never to kill with her sinful hands, but if the conquerors demanded more blood tax, Quessina would not refuse.

Her wish in despair had been fulfilled; she believed it was only right to pay tithes at this time, especially since evading tithes would have serious consequences.

"Do you want me to slaughter the remnants of the Regent's faction, or erase the Regent's influence, or use the Regent's legacy to track down the Regent's whereabouts?"

Compared to a simple blood tax, such conditions might be more pleasing to the conquerors.

"Master of Pardons, do you truly possess such abilities, or are you merely boasting?"

Laurentina asked a harsh question: even the Blood Court and the Deep Sea Hunters couldn't find a single clue about Theresis's whereabouts. She didn't believe that this helpless and isolated Sarkaz, the leader of the Pardoners, was capable of finding clues about the Regent.

“Even Quesatushta is wary of my martial prowess.”

"And I know very well why the Regent's reputation is so prevalent among the Sarkaz people, so I also know how to destroy it."

"Before leaving the Absolution Master's lair, I also became deeply involved in the Absolution Master's research."

"Sister of the Conquerors, is this enough to make you stop questioning my abilities?"

Quesatushta hadn't had time to destroy his research findings, and even if he had, Lotin could use the Blood-Drinking Sword to enslave his soul and force him to reveal them.

"Of course, I also want to take this opportunity to find a way to heal my best friend."

Quessina knew that trying to outsmart the conquerors with petty tricks would have serious consequences, so she decided to be upfront about her thoughts beforehand.

“I appreciate your honesty, Quessassina, that you haven’t concealed any of your motives.”

This kind of communication made Loting feel much more at ease.

“I can accept your offer, but you must still draw your sword and slaughter the enemy for me, at least in this war.”

“I will keep an eye on you until you fulfill your promise. You are a smart woman, Quessina. If you can show me the results of your promise sooner, I will offer some help in your attempt to heal your best friend.”

Quessina was indeed very perceptive; she identified what she urgently needed.

"But if you fail to keep your promise, I don't need to repeat the consequences, do I?"

Lotin wasn't sure what trouble Quessina's current grateful attitude might cause, but being the suspicious man he always was, he still emphasized the consequences of betraying him.

“I have no reason to disobey you, Conqueror.”