Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

He's a madman, absolutely a madman, a complete madman.

“She belongs to me, Precyth.”

“Prisus, after all the grand throbbing and the tiny tremors have fallen silent, how long can you endure alone within this black crystal?”

"After the doctor leaves you forever, how will you cope?"

Luo Ting leaned down, pressing closer step by step.

The projection program left by Priscilla finally crashed.

The Precys consciousness, watching all this from another location, was now gritting its teeth, so rude and so out of control.

Her desire for the Doctor was enough to fill Precys' heart.

Even after obtaining the two little mermaids and possessing the doctor, "Nautilus" still revealed an unsatisfied desire.

"A madman, a complete madman. Does he also see me as his prey, his collectible, a puppet he plays with?"

"Nautilus, who are you?"

Priscilla's anger and fear were clashing violently. Was he going to use his colors to cover up her own former colors, just as he had done with the Doctor?

Ah, she understood. Someone as similar to him as she was was his ideal prey.

Lotin never explicitly stated it, and he himself wasn't even sure, but Precys had already vaguely sensed it.

"I will never admit defeat, Nautilus, I will never admit defeat."

Precys's self-talk was overflowing with the air of a loser.

Chapter 141: The Ranks of Kings

Precys had considered forcibly covering the earth with Originium, but the Doctor, who was still a "prophet," had left a contingency plan in the Originium Project.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to leave the Gray Nail in the Doctor's consciousness, allowing the evil spirits of Babel to forcibly continue the Originium Project, which had gone astray.

After the doctor drank the strange blue solvent several times, Precys discovered that the activity of the "Gray Nail" had significantly decreased.

The "gray nail" anchor point is not really a thought imprint, but rather a way to record one's thoughts and conclusions within a certain period of time over an excessively long period of time.

"Nautilus, who are you?"

Precys then began to try to verify Lotin's identity. She had once witnessed a nebula with an outline that was extremely similar to the different forms of Nautilus while she was observing stars.

A bloated nebula that seems to possess a life of its own.

"At least, he's willing to keep those unexpected horned civilizations away from Originium."

Precyth comforted herself in this way, knowing that Nautilus's actions in seeking revenge on the great and small Tyranids, as well as the Sarkaz ancestors, spared her the trouble of whispering to them herself.

"Is he trying to stop my plans?"

As Precys pondered this, Lotin did indeed deliberately declare his "possession" of the Doctor in front of the projection program she had left behind.

However, he still did not express any opinion on her version of the Originium Project. Judging from his actions in stopping Theresis, he probably did not support it.

"Even if the Originium Program is corrected, what use will it be when the universe is completely silent?"

This is why Precys wasn't particularly concerned about whether the Originium Project had gone off track.

Precys herself didn't have much hope for Originium; she only hoped that she and the Doctor could use it to survive this calamity that threatened the entire pre-civilization.

As for higher goals, she herself dared not hope for them.

"How long has it been since I last explored the ocean of information within the Originium?"

Precys sighed deeply, suppressing his grief, and began sifting through the overwhelming amount of information.

"Doctor, you—"

In just a short time, Amiya noticed that the relationship between Lotin and the Doctor had become even closer.

“That’s my spot, Doctor of Rhodes Island.”

Laurentina became quite displeased; Nautilus's current astronaut-like posture and the doctor on his shoulder indicated that she was receiving more favor.

"Sorry, this place is full."

“I can be greedy too, Sister.”

"However, we have more important things to accomplish now, don't we?"

"The Sarkaz's attempt to steal the authority over the Originium has caused the souls of their ancestors to linger here."

"Freeing them from Originium is beneficial to all of us."

The doctor's rationality allowed her to maintain control of the situation, and neither Laurentina nor Skadi were the type to act recklessly when it came to important matters.

"This ark within the Originium was born because of you, Doctor."

The Doctor revised and established some of the rules upon entering the Internalized Universe.

If Precys doesn't intervene, and if the Doctor doesn't formulate or modify the rules of the internalized universe, [Astronaut Nautilus] can also make smaller, protective modifications to ensure the safety of those entering the internalized universe.

It's just that their permissions are not as high as those of a PhD who is a developer.

Rhodes Island sailed on a golden sea. The surface appeared perfectly still, more like a pure golden mirror.

Everything was too quiet. Theresa's body never opened her eyes again, never spoke again, and all her flowing emotions and rich memories vanished.

"The end has not yet been reached."

The doctor and Lotin said this in unison.

What was devoured by Originium is sealed here, and everything has returned to stillness.

Countless Sarkaz shadows appeared on the water's surface.

Wendigo, Balrog, Carrion Eaters, Banshees... and many other ancient clans that have been erased by time.

Some of them carried clubs and spears, some carried bows, crossbows and longswords, and some had magical cannons behind them.

The water was still, but these figures formed a torrent, rushing forward.

Charge. Fight.

Never stop.

On the chessboard-like battlefield, the shadow of the Conqueror forever looms over the Sarkaz.

"The war between the Sarkaz and all things has lasted for ten thousand years and has never ended."

"That is why they need conquerors."

Although Lotin is not presenting himself as a conqueror, everyone present knows that he has more than just one body.

Everyone heard it, a deep, angry roar echoing across the golden sea.

The Sarkaz war will not stop, and the Sarkaz's rage has no end.

The astronauts transformed back into the armored "Conquerors," and the wrath of these souls would, in turn, nourish the Conquerors' power.

The conqueror's raging fury rippled across the golden waters, and as Rhodes Island sailed toward the towering, deeply rooted tower, the ripples expanded into surging waves that crashed against the tower's base.

The ocean of Originium nearly boiled, and the roots of the Tower of Babel were ripped open by the waves created by the conquerors.

The will of the souls rose from beneath the raging waves.

Some of them wielded swords, some commanded giant beasts, and some led armies of thousands.

They wore the same crown—

They are the rulers of the Sarkaz.

They are the continuation of the Sarkaz.

"conqueror."

"The Demon King."

"Evil spirits."

"This place is the Tower of Babel."

They scrutinized, they questioned.

Countless emotions from the past condense into substantial waves, enough to sweep away the will of any individual.

But their anger was embraced by the conquerors, and the waves turned against them.

"Demon King, take up the mantle and let all things accept our revenge."

The Sarkaz ancestral spirits were eager to force Amiya to accept their consciousness and follow their choices, just as they had done with Theresa.

"Conqueror, curb your greed and crush your enemies to make up for your excessive demands."

“Evil spirit, unveil your hypocritical veil. We will reject the future without Sarkaz that you have painted.”

"Clang."

The hook axe was left on the ground by Loting.

The conqueror once again drew the demonic sword, its blood-red cracks pulsating.

"Sometimes, I feel that the anchor is a burden."

The Conqueror, wielding the Bloodthirsty Sword, charged at the nameless demon lords in the simplest way possible, without using any skills.

Originally, the usurper king should also be among these nameless demon king souls, but the witchcraft possessed by the knocker has always kept him out.

Now, as a servant of the conqueror, he battles the ancient spirits of the Sarkaz, these nameless demon lords who attack Quetzaltoshta with even more biting words.

Quesatushta was jealous that the souls could cross the door—but he would rather enter as a living person, while the souls were jealous that Quesatushta could force them to stay outside.

Quesatushta, the knocker who forcibly kept himself outside the door, is now bound by the conqueror's bloody demonic sword, which makes the brave and warlike nameless demon kings gradually become wary and timid.

"More souls, more blood..."

The wailing of the soul excited Lotin beneath the skin.

"A parasite attached to Originium."

"The time for cleansing will still come."

Chapter 142: The Tomb of Bound Souls

"You are still lamenting and wailing over the history of the Sarkaz's war against all things."

"They desire to continue receiving the power of the conquerors, yet are stingy and unwilling to offer a tithe."

"Nameless demon lords, do you really think that by making me submit, you can free the Sarkaz from their old hatred and bloodlust that runs deep in their bones, and lead them to a bright and open path?"

On the blade of the Blood-Drinking Sword, the red spirit of Quesatushta is drawn. The withered leaf greatsword is sweeping away the shadows of the ancient demon kings, and the souls of the Sarkaz ancestors severed by the Blood-Drinking Sword will become yet another servant of this bloodthirsty demon sword.

However, summoning these spirits to fight would greatly deplete Loting's mana, and Loting was reluctant to summon multiple spirits to fight for him at the same time.

The Knocker's research results made it possible for his Originium Arts to easily damage the Sarkaz's consciousness information stored in Originium, making his Leaf Blade a powerful threat to these nameless demon lords.

The Demon Lord Shadows, severely damaged by Quesatushta, will be damaged at the data level, and the research findings of the Door Knockers allow Lotin to further suppress these nameless Demon Lords.

"Quesatushta, can your Originium Arts detect the location of Theresia's soul?"

Theresa's resurrection was the work of Quesatushta, who attempted to separate Theresa's soul from the Sarkaz souls, but in the end, they were unable to completely separate Theresa's soul from the consciousness of the Sarkaz souls.

However, as long as the location is confirmed, Loting still holds hope.

"Conqueror, the towering Tower of Babel is where the Demon King Theresia resides."

Whether Quesatushta really wanted to tell Lotin Theresia the location was irrelevant; his spirit was no longer under his own control.

"It really is still in that place."

Lotin knew that this colossal tower existing in the Originium-internalized universe was the result of Theresa modifying the rules of the internalized universe, just as the Doctor created Rhodes Island in the internalized universe.

This was the result of Theresa stealing the authority over the Originium. She proclaimed herself the Fire Thief before the Sarkaz and promised to turn the Originium that was devouring the earth into the Sarkaz's garden.

"You've found His Highness's whereabouts?"

In any case, Amiya also hoped that Theresa's consciousness could be freed from the shackles of the Sarkaz ancestral spirits.

The conquerors and the Castorians, who had inherited the power of the Demon King, marched toward the top of the Tower of Babel, but in an instant, the world turned upside down.

"I did not feel any discomfort at all."