Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

The doctor knew that trying to experience this place using real-world thinking was pointless.

The people who were just at the bottom of the Tower of Babel were suddenly at the top.

"Quesatushta, where is Theresia?"

At Lotin's questioning, the red spirit pointed to Amiya's shadow, and then a soft murmur rang in everyone's ears.

Amiya looked up and Theresia was already standing beside her, taking her hand.

"Theresia, you've finally shown yourself."

"You and your brother attempted to steal the authority of the Originium. The future that Theresa and Theresis have plotted has far exceeded the limits of all knowledge on this land."

Lotin was giving Theresa a final warning, and also providing further explanation to the Doctor.

"I cannot allow Originium to become a weapon that destroys everything."

The Doctor looked at the white Sarkaz who was also very familiar to her. They had once shared the same ideals and envisioned a beautiful utopia. Even now, she still could not condone Theresa's act of seizing the Originium's access.

“Since you’ve told me that this isn’t what Originium was originally like, then let’s restore it to its original state together.”

After learning about the Sarkaz siblings' plans for Originium, the Doctor felt less guilty about her past decision.

These brother and sister are truly amazing.

The long, white pillars grew violently. The immeasurable, infinite "tower" began to "fall" at breakneck speed.

Only the place where I stand...

Eternal tranquility remained around Theresa.

"It will grow endlessly, breaking through all limitations, and creating a space for the flowerbed that will rewrite the fate of the Sarkaz."

A smile devoid of humanity appeared on Theresa's face.

The raging waves of the golden ocean crashed against Rhodes Island, the king's will sinking into the boundless sea, only to surge again in the rising waves towards the sole ship. The conqueror's colossal body rose from the ocean, embracing all those who had fallen.

"The survival of civilization is never the same as that of a demon king."

Under the giant's gaze, a black crown appeared above Amiya's head. The Theresa before her was far removed from the real Princess Theresa, but Amiya had to admit that Theresa harbored the same desires as the other souls.

She was unable to escape the Sarkaz's control.

“That’s right, Amiya. Cutting off the source of the Sarkaz’s suffering is the exchange for the power you’ve stolen.”

The massive Blood-Drinking Sword slashed towards Theresa, but the pure white silk threads entangled the Bloodthirsty Demon Sword. No matter how hard Lotin tried, he could not break free. These silk threads, which looked like they were made of Sarkaz sorcery, were long, flexible, and prevented Lotin from using the Blood-Drinking Sword to separate Theresa's consciousness from the Originium-internalized universe.

"You are using your access to Originium to mimic the authority of the Black Crown."

“Theresia…”

Lotin could switch to the [Astronaut] skin to compete with Theresa for this portion of Originium access, but someone else has already done it for him.

"Nautilus, Originium, shouldn't be used like this, right?"

Black, prismatic crystals appeared before the Doctor's eyes. Amiya grabbed the Doctor's hand, and the function of the black crown, along with the Doctor's authority, countered the Demon King's rewriting of the Originium data.

"Your exploitative practices will render Originium obsolete as a means of preserving civilization in the face of the silence of the universe, you Sarkaz wandering ghosts."

"Conqueror, your vision is too far-reaching. The Sarkaz can no longer endure the pain until the very end."

Theresa turned to look at Amiya.

"Given time, Kazdel can become a flower garden truly untouched by natural disasters and Oripathy."

"Amiya, don't you want this kind of future?"

Theresa's own narrow-mindedness satisfied the needs of the ancestral spirits, and therefore she continues to try to incite and tempt Amiya.

“I remember… the dream that Miss Theresa once described to me.”

"In your current plans, are there any non-Sarkaz members left in this household?"

Amiya's expression hardened as she refuted Theresa's persuasion.

“Miss Theresa’s dream is not so narrow.”

Countless white threads extended from Theresa's body, only to be destroyed by the black threads released by Amiya and the Doctor, just like withered flowers.

The Blood-Drinking Sword was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over Theresa's head. The giant's hands were slowly descending, getting closer and closer to the pure white Sarkaz. Theresa could already clearly see the pulsating crimson cracks on the blade.

Why be obsessed with power that doesn't belong to you?

"The Sarkaz's soul will no longer be imprisoned by Originium."

The white silk threads were breaking, and Theresa watched in vain as they drifted down from the air.

The blade cleaved through Theresa's body, and in an instant, endless wails that could drive anyone mad echoed across the Tower of Babel. The ancient souls of the Sarkaz had been stripped from the surface information of the Originium and imprisoned within the Blood-Drinking Sword.

These ancient Sarkaz spirits can no longer influence their descendants.

The souls of newly deceased Sarkaz will no longer enter the Originium's internal universe.

Theresa thought she would feel terrible pain, but she only felt the touch of a cold cage.

"Ah, what am I doing..."

At Amiya's request, Theresa's consciousness was separated and reinserted into her body. What the Exorcist couldn't do, Lotin accomplished with the Blood-Drinking Sword and Amiya's help.

They used a method similar to stuffing Koschke's consciousness into a snake.

This connection is because...

A red thread connected her to the hilt of the Blood-Drinking Sword. All the enslaved souls were imprisoned within the blade of the Blood-Drinking Sword, except for Theresa, who was bound alone to the hilt, separated from the other souls bound by the Blood-Drinking Sword.

"Conqueror, do you intend to take me as spoils of war as well?"

Theresa could feel that the farther she was from the demonic sword, the weaker her control over her body became.

When Lotin transformed into an astronaut's form to eliminate the Sarkaz's influence on Originium, namely by dismantling the Tower of Babel, Theresa even became a floating spirit.

“You were no different from the other ancient Sarkaz souls.”

"Amiya still wants to see you. This is the best outcome."

From the system interface managing the soul within the [Bloodthirsty Sword], Lotin can see that he can even choose in real-time whether or not to release Theresa's spirit. In this state, Theresa's abilities are similar to those of the [Operator Demon King] in the game.

It seems that only when he takes out the Blood-Drinking Sword can Theresa regain her physical form.

This Sarkaz female ghost has been subdued by him.

"That's why you also want to demolish the Tower of Babel,"

Does your posture imply that you are also a member of the Creator's race?

When Theresa saw Lotin in his astronaut pose, she suddenly realized something: she had been so arrogant as to flaunt her Originium privileges in front of the descendants of two creators.

"What do you think, Theresa?"

"I allowed you to retain your consciousness as a prisoner because of Amiya's request. I hope you can understand your place. Otherwise, I will have to confiscate most of your sensory privileges, just like I did with Quesatushta."

After finishing up the remaining tasks, Lotin reverted to his conqueror persona, gripping the hilt of the Blood-Drinking Sword, preparing to leave the Originium's internalized universe. Given the Doctor's and his current level of authority, ensuring everyone's safe departure shouldn't be a major problem.

However, when Lotin gripped the hilt of the Blood-Drinking Sword, Theresa's body seemed to experience a barely perceptible spasm.

Chapter 143: The King of Carrion Eaters

The rhombus-shaped crystal slowly descended from mid-air, and Lotin carefully stored it in the system's storage space. "The original Originium, Anana," was accidentally unsealed by the Sarkaz from underground in the Silver Mountains tens of thousands of years ago, thus ushering in the Crystallization Era of Terra.

Now, it has been returned to its rightful owner. Lotin has stored it in the system's storage space, waiting for the right time to explore it further. It did not fall into Theresis's hands. Although the Regent's whereabouts are unknown, without "Anana," Theresis's threat is much smaller.

Moreover, Quessina has already promised Lottin that, as tribute for defeating Quessatushta, she will help Lottin investigate and deal with the Regent's legacy.

The air was thick with the scent of decay and death, which meant that the last remaining main fighting force of the Sarkaz Military Council had arrived here.

A strange old man, almost floating in the air, with silk patterns covering his face hanging down to his lower body.

The staff in his hand was bent and hunched, like a crouching ghoul.

"Nezile, the Lord of the Carrion Court, God of War."

"The frequency with which the Carrion Eaters summon Conquerors is no less than that of the Blood Demon."

When Lotin left the inner universe of Originium, he switched back to the [Conqueror] skin. In the real world, he did not need to use the [Astronaut] privileges to achieve specific goals for the time being.

The nameless demon king he defeated greatly replenished the gold coins that Loting had spent on reforging the physical [Blood Drinker] sword. Loting wondered if he could get a piece of equipment like the [Shipbreaker] to target these Terran warships.

Anyway, I have plenty of gold coins now.

Even the experience progress bar increased to more than half at once.

"Your Highness, why is the demon king from another race standing beside you..."

"The whispers of the souls have vanished. Conqueror, what have you done?"

Niecilei is still not quite clear about the situation. There are many conflicting reports about the Regent's whereabouts, and the paradoxical intelligence system is at a loss.

Meanwhile, the Victorian fleet outside the city had begun to gradually advance its artillery lines.

"The Regent attempted to control a power that the Sarkaz were destined to be unable to wield; his flagship has already been destroyed by me."

“Return to Kazdel, Neltzer, I will protect Kazdel until it is rebuilt again.”

“I have already peeled the souls of the Sarkaz ancestors from the surface of the Originium. With those noisy murmurs gone, everyone will be much more relaxed.”

"Ducarre, you must have felt it too."

Following the guidance left by Loting at the altar, the Blood Demon Lord also arrived at the Shard Tower.

"That's right, I've never felt so clear-headed."

Ducarre increasingly felt that summoning the Conqueror was an absolutely correct decision.

"Nietzray, do you still intend to continue down the path of Theresis, a path destined for self-destruction?"

"The lament of the fallen still sings within you, Carrion Eater and Blood Demon, have always been the Sarkaz I admire most."

"I invite you to stand on the side of the future of Sarkaz, King of Carrion. I invite you to join me in crushing the Victoria fleet that dares to pursue us."

The old man, wrapped in a white cloth, did not immediately accept Lotin's invitation. Rationally speaking, obtaining the conquerors' assistance would be beneficial in fundamentally turning the tide of the war; otherwise, the Sarkaz might follow in Gaul's footsteps this time.

He seemed to be expecting something, so he looked at Theresa, whose demeanor was more familiar to him than before.

"Your Highness, may I be so bold as to inquire about your choice?"

"My choice is irrelevant at this moment, King of Carrion."

"I am no longer the Demon King; now I am merely a prisoner of the conqueror."

To be honest, after learning that Lotin was related to the Creator's race, Theresa felt a sense of relief, as if she had survived a catastrophe.

Sarkaz dug up other people's things and messed with them without permission, and the other party is willing to help because they believe you paid a blood tax. You should be grateful.

She knew that Lotin hadn't completely imprisoned her like Quesatushta had, partly to fulfill Amiya's small request, and partly to let her experience humiliation and torment.

Every time he wielded that filthy blood sword, it would cause her body strange stimulation. As for whether this was a punishment with ulterior motives by Loting, or a side effect that even he himself was unaware of, Theresa had no idea.

"If you believe that someone like me still has the value to offer advice, then please accept the Conqueror's offer. He is indeed able and willing to guarantee the survival of the Sarkaz."

"He will shelter the Sarkaz from the behemoths of Terra."

Until Sarkaz is able to wage another war for him.

Theresa and Theresis's plan to play the role of the fire-stealers has failed. To survive in the Sarkaz, they can only rely on the power of the Conqueror.

Niezley looked at the Conqueror without a word.

The Conqueror, who had not appeared for a long time, was summoned by the Blood Demon and immediately stripped away the ancient souls that bound the Sarkaz, defeated the Regent, and imprisoned the Demon Queen Theresia.

The Sarkaz's dedication to blood and war is rightfully symbolized by the "Conqueror," and the Ner'zrei, hailed as the "God of War," also has a shrine dedicated to the "Conqueror" in the royal court.

"Prepare for the ceremony to purify your bloodlines, Your Majesties."

"Resummon the Tikkaz blood that can purify the Sarkaz bloodline."

"Ten percent has been paid, blood boils and flesh is minced."

"Lentinium, give it back to them."

The Sarkaz Military Council never intended to take over the area.

"But their fleet will be severely damaged no matter what."

This is a prerequisite for rendering them powerless to interfere with Kazdel.

The physiological thirst for blood surged within Lotin's body once more; he had ceased killing for far too long.