Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Lotin regretted using that analogy. Although there was a place called Minos in the Terra world, and there was probably a similar story, given W's level of cultural knowledge, Lotin had just been talking to a brick wall.

Among all of Theresa's followers, W was the strangest one. She was completely obsessed with Theresa's personal charm and indifferent to Theresa's ideals.

"I have defeated the Regent; he has fled in disarray."

“Victoria’s fleet was destroyed by me, and their soldiers dared not take a step forward when they saw Londinium right in front of them.”

"You still think that the tiny bombs you planted in this passageway can take me down?"

Lotin activated [Titan's Wrath], put down his hook axe, and used the refreshed basic attack mechanism to grab W.

"If I use a little more force, I can crush your ribs."

"I hate guys like you the most, always playing pointless little tricks."

Communicating with this person always left Loting feeling exhausted.

“You are worthless to me, Mercenary W.”

Luo Ting thought to himself, "This girl is really stubborn. It seems that another exquisite rag doll is about to be torn to shreds by Luo Ting."

“Your Highness, please forgive this foolish man. We are willing to serve under your command.”

If it weren't Hadley who said those words, Lotin might have thought it over, but he was Hadley, the double agent who fooled Manfred, and a fan of Theresa.

What Lotin hated most were the elusive traitors.

"Hedley, are you insane? Why are you calling this monster prince?"

W struggled in agony, a feeling of suffocation spreading through her chest, and yet another despairing reality confronted her.

These Sarkaz actually betrayed His Highness and instead supported such a capricious monster as their Demon King.

They've gone mad, they've all gone mad!

"Hedley, you have squandered your credibility, and now it's time to reap the consequences. How can I trust the weak and feeble promises made by Theresa's supporters?"

“I destroyed the Sarkaz Military Council, but I will also topple the Tower of Babel; I will tear apart Theresis’s faction, but I will also dismiss Theresia’s servants. Give me a reason to leave here alive, Hadley. What irreplaceable value do you possess?”

Loting increased the pressure in his hand, and W trembled and let out a wail, blood already flowing from the corner of her mouth.

"Mercenary W, even the toughest bones can break. Use the last vestiges of your madness to think carefully about why these Sarkaz are willing to support me as their Demon King?"

“I am different from you, Mercenary W. Once you accept the tithe, I will provide you with equal protection.”

Lotin believed he had given these shrewd Sarkaz mercenaries enough time; they stormed the harbor to gather supplies and ran into Lotin, who wanted to temporarily take over the harbor.

"You want that airship, don't you?"

"And we want to get that airship as intact as possible."

“The airship’s commander, Ersula, and I used to be colleagues. We worked and cooperated a lot at the Scar Market. I can provide her with information so that you can get that airship more easily.”

“I think that even Your Highness would find it inconvenient to operate an airship by yourself. If Ersula can be brought back from her misguided ways, it will also help retain most of the airship technicians, who are quite rare in Sarkaz.”

Hadley knelt on one knee, treating Lothing with the utmost respect one would show to a true demon lord. Ines did the same, ironically, as did the Regent.

"How can you prove it?"

"How can I tell that you didn't conspire with Ersula to murder me?"

Lotin's power was greatly enhanced, but his caution remained undiminished. Hadley's conditions had some value, but still lacked credibility; in the original work, they failed to persuade Erzula to switch sides.

However, this intelligence itself has some value. What is useless to them may play an unexpected role in the hands of Lotin, who has now defeated the enemy fleet for the Sarkaz.

At that point in time in the principle, the Victorians, Theresa, and Theresis had not yet been defeated, and Lotin, having defeated all three, naturally had more confidence and leverage.

His hatred and disgust for betrayal is also reflected in his unwillingness to experience betrayal in any form again.

“I don’t want to see another self-inflicted injury, Mr. Herd Ray.”

“You need to offer a much higher price as collateral.”

The armored giant valued the W weapon in his hand, which resembled a rag doll.

"Just one old acquaintance of yours doesn't seem to be enough."

Lotin ordered the surrounding royal army to retreat, and taking this opportunity, the Conqueror transformed into a gleaming golden knight.

Nautilus, the Knight of Light, possesses the power to judge the hearts of others. It was through this ability that Lotin selected capable individuals for Margaret.

The instant the Knight of Light cast his gaze upon Hadley, the tough, steely man curled up on the ground in agony, his mind burning as his soul was being probed.

"Because the Sarkaz had no other choice but to believe me, ah, what an interesting idea."

Hedley is now truly single-minded. The only one who can protect him, and even the entire Sarkaz, is the Conqueror. Even if he wanted to have a different mind, he couldn't.

Even Theresa acknowledged the conquerors from this perspective, so why did these former followers of Theresa stubbornly resist on their own?

Lotin released his grip, and W coughed up a pool of blood in pain.

The fear that filled her heart far surpassed the fear she felt when facing Talulah, physiologically suppressing her subjective consciousness.

“I admire your thirst for war, as well as the cruelty and madness in your bones, which is why I gave you a chance, but your fickleness disgusts me to the core.”

"Your soul will be another unique possession of mine, so that you can be with your most revered prince forever."

After Luo Ting finished speaking, he raised the Blood-Drinking Sword. For those who are not afraid of death, they should be tortured by not being able to die.

W struggled to prop herself up, her hair disheveled, and asked Lotin:

"You really will protect the Sarkaz?"

"Haha, I knew it. You're too clear-headed, so clear-headed that even Theresa's return couldn't sway you."

W's ability to travel to Lontinim alone, leading a mercenary group, proves that his pursuit was actually a series of meticulous and rational plans, rather than a whimsical outburst.

"Be thankful, from now on, no matter how fierce the war, it will not be able to reduce Kazdel to ruins."

Otherwise, the Sarkaz would have to wait quite a while before they could bring another war to the Conquerors.

"Oh, poor child."

"His promises are far more credible than the utopia I promised."

"Don't stubbornly oppose him, even for the sake of Sarkaz's future."

"Besides [The Conqueror], no one else can guarantee the continuation of the Sarkaz."

With Lotin's tacit approval, Theresa helped W up. She humbly begged Lotin to allow her to heal W, as this would consume Lotin's mana.

"Cough cough cough."

"Tsk, you actually think you can order me around? Do you think I'll agree just because you're forcing His Highness to look at me like that?"

W remained stubbornly defiant. Lotin initially intended to forcibly search her mind, but after thinking about it, he gave up and transformed back into the form of [Conqueror Nautilus].

They also abandoned the idea of ​​using the Blood-Drinking Sword to kill the crazy girl directly.

He suddenly realized that teaching this foul-mouthed brat a lesson was a kind of fun and a way to relax, while killing her directly was too boring.

You have to discipline this crazy little devil until she's completely obedient, and then humiliate her every day by reminding her of how she used to be a little devil.

Of course, this process inevitably involves a long period of mental and physical torment.

Theresa was furious. She really hoped this crazy girl would learn her lesson. She was wasting her life like this.

Theresa had tried everything to keep W alive, but... Theresa was almost laughing in exasperation.

[Blood-Drinking Sword] With a flash of light, the sword severed W's arm. As W howled in shock, Lothing generously supplied Theresa with magic, forcibly regenerating W's severed limb.

The severed arm was then incorporated into the Blood-Drinking Sword.

In this way, although W is still alive, he will be restricted by the Bloodthirster to some extent.

"You also want to discipline this disobedient brat, right?"

Lotin turned to look at Theresa.

To W's despair, the incredibly gentle Princess Theresa actually nodded in agreement with Lotin with remarkable ease.

You should be grateful you were spared from death.

Theresa felt unusually exhausted.

Chapter 156: Those Who Understand the Times are the Wise Ones

"What exactly did you do to me, you bastard?"

W's arm was still in excruciating pain where it had been severed, and the exposed skin on her regenerated arm was even paler, clearly indicating that she had not yet gotten used to her new arm.

W could even see the revolving lantern; this feeling of being on the verge of death was just like the helpless exhaustion and weakness she felt when she was a child searching for food in the ruins of Kazdel because of hunger.

"Damn it. If you want to kill me, just kill me. Why humiliate me like this? You're incredibly stupid!"

W gasped for fresh air, her chest constricted for an extended period, causing her considerable pain.

Even so, she still searched through her already meager knowledge for Sarkaz profanities she could use to insult Lotin.

"Enjoy your current unruly state, Mercenary W."

Because Lotin severed one of her arms, she could not completely control the victim like a imprisoned soul, but it was enough to cause W muscle paralysis or phantom pain.

Lotin only needs to expend a small amount of mana to inflict extreme pain on W.

"I'm going to blow you to smithereens, eh—"

W continued to hurl insults, and Loting didn't tolerate it. He directly used his mana to control W's body with the Bloodthirsty Sword, making her suffer a little more.

As soon as the physical pain subsided, W resumed his verbal attacks on Lotin.

"How did my body become like this?! Change my body back!"

Loting ignored her and continued to expend his magic power to make her body suffer a little more.

Theresa was indeed heartbroken, but when she thought about how troublesome the girl had been just now, she didn't try to stop her. After all, it was better than losing her life because of her own stubbornness.

"No, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong! You are the most wise and powerful Demon King in the history of Sarkaz! Please forgive my mistake and let me off the hook!"

W exhausted all her vocabulary to piece together what she considered a sophisticated compliment. She was crazy, but not stupid at all; the physical torment she had suffered was enough to make her temporarily submit verbally.

Besides, when she worked under Talulah, she wasn't without being forced to say some things that could be considered flattery.

Luo Ting knew, of course, that she wasn't truly subdued; she was only feigning submission to avoid further physical punishment.

"There were at least five pronunciation errors in what you just said."

With the [Conqueror] skin, Lothing's Sarkaz language proficiency reaches a fairly good level thanks to the system's enhancement.

"Do you want your most respected Theresa to teach you to read?"

Torture alone is not enough to subdue this crazy girl, so Luo Ting will also offer her some temptations that she finds hard to refuse.

“Princess Theresa is very busy. How could she have the time and energy to teach a Sarkaz mercenary like me, who is everywhere, to read?”

W originally thought that her clumsy flattery would be easily seen through, and then the other party would torture her even more fiercely. However, the Brass Ghost suggested that Theresa teach her to read.

"It's okay, I have nothing to do right now."

Theresa really had nothing to do right now, and she wanted to take this opportunity to help her young follower mature a bit.

"Bring your mercenaries back to the team, Mercenary W."

The Sarkaz mercenaries were given away for free, so why not use them? The same applies to W's abilities; although they weren't absolutely necessary, since there was a chance to use them, there was no reason for Loting not to.

"Ah, well then, I'll go and get the team organized first—"

W pretends to be very respectful and obedient, intending to take this opportunity to sneak away.

How could Luo Ting not know her little scheme?

"Just pass on the orders, but you need to stay behind."

Lotin once again activated the power of the Bloodthirsty Sword, causing W's thigh to suffer excruciating pain.

A tiny bit of sweetness is only meant to make the pain more unforgettable.

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say, please spare me."

It's easy to tell from W's expression that the pain she felt was quite subtle, enough to make her suffer, but not enough to cause her mind to collapse immediately from the torment.

At least W has now learned how to bow his head and beg for mercy, even if it's just on the surface.

Even when begging for mercy, W refused to address Loting as "Your Highness".

However, W's resistance was directly proportional to Loting's sense of accomplishment. This was perfect; if she gave in after a few pricks, Loting would find it boring and might as well kill her.