What does it feel like to not breathe? It's actually quite difficult to describe, because normal people don't feel this way, and they don't feel it. It is true that there will be more or less breath-holding experiences in an individual's life, but breath-holding is completely different from really not breathing and not needing to breathe. Lothar was now aware of the difference, first of all, the Count at this time had no idea how to wield his weapons and limbs. Breathing and exerting force, these two may not sound related, but anyone who has been trained in weapons and combat knows that this is not the case, and as a human being, there are two most important things when using muscles, and that is breathing and footing.

The existence of a foothold is the basis for force generation, and muscles cannot exert force on their own, even if we use a part of the muscles of the body, such as the arms, we need a constant force point like the shoulders to provide the initial strength. As for breathing, it may be more important than footing, as can be seen from sports such as running, breathing provides not only the oxygen that the body needs, but also the signal of muscle and internal organ coordination between each inhale and exhale. Seasoned warriors have their own breathing habits, just like their moves.

But now Lothar has completely lost the ability to breathe, and as a direct result of this situation, he has no idea how much force he used to command the slash against the giant's hand. When the blade of the tomahawk was completely submerged in the newborn skin, Lothar thought that he might be in trouble. He had only wanted to get the giant to stretch his fingers out of the way with a slight pain, so that he and Fioni could use the angle of their fingers to reduce the distance to the ground. But the blow he just gave was more like cutting off a giant's finger than a slight sting!

"What did you do?" the shapeshifter who had been caught by Lothar didn't see his movements clearly, but judging by the more intense shaking of his palms, it was clear that the Count of Montenegro had made the giant's hand notice them. But even if Lothar wanted to answer, he couldn't speak, and in the face of the fingers that began to gather rapidly, trying to pinch the things in his palm, Lothar made the next step decisively. Now that the matter has come to this, he can only cut off the giant's finger without doing anything!

The tomahawk lifted and fell, the pain so intense that the giant's palm had completely abandoned, and it flailed wildly, trying to throw the thing that hurt itself away. But the Count only hooked the giant's phalanges with his tomahawk, and no matter how he shook it, he could keep the two of them in the palm of his hand with strength beyond that of humans. The giant's fingers are not thin, and the middle finger is as thick as a tree that needs five or six people to hug. But under Lothar's series of vigorous slashing, the big tree was on the verge of being cut off.

Probably just as Fioni was about to vomit out all the contents of his stomach, the tree fell. The giant's bones were much stronger than his flesh, something that could last so long without decaying. However, the witch-hunting knife wielded by a tireless and powerful warrior still accomplished a feat that had not been accomplished for time, and the middle finger of the giant's left hand was cut off by the roots!

"Boom!" The dull sound of landing sounded in the dark space, and with a finger as a buffer, both Lothar and Fioni were in much better shape than they had imagined. In particular, the impact of Lothar's fall felt useless to him, and he even had the illusion that he could jump directly from the giant's palm unharmed. Of course, the reason in the count's mind told him that it was impossible, even if he didn't feel pain or care about internal organs, and that terrible force alone was enough to render his bones useless.

"Oh, this must be the craziest thing I've done in recent times. Fioni looked back at the huge black shadow writhing because of the limb injury, he really couldn't imagine that Lothar had not died even though he had been pierced by three spears, and had also cut off the giant's fingers, knowing that while the Thunder Giant was alive, the divine weapons that were treasured by the various Kraken clans were not enough to really hurt the body of the terrifying giant. Even if the giants now have only one left hand intact, Lothar's deeds are enough to go down in history.

But now was not the time to relax, the Count casually put his battle axe back into his waist, raised the Kraken with both hands, and ran in the direction he remembered the witches leaving amid Fioni's exclamations. Although, he didn't really see the witch leave, and there was nothing in this space that could be used as a reference other than the skeleton of the giant.

"Lothar, I think we can stop. Fioni spoke after they had been running for an unknown amount of time. If anyone saw his eyes at this time, they would find that there was no happiness in the eyes of the kraken, on the contrary, the melancholy in his eyes was completely like a great enemy. This is because Fioni is not sure who the person who saved himself is. Judging by his stature, his weapons, and the kindness he showed, this man was a natural Lothar. But Lothar is a human being, a human being in the truest sense of the word, he should not and cannot have such a strong vitality and physical strength, and even less so, after doing so many feats, he has not even changed his breathing. Moreover, these two hands that were now holding him were as cold as dead corpses.

Based on this suspicion, Fioni used the name Lothar, which the Count had told him when they first met, and later in front of the Bay of Heartless and the Witch, the Siren had adapted to the situation and called Lothar a tarantula. Of course, he understood that a name didn't mean anything, but Fioni wanted to confirm the person's identity as much as possible, even if it was to comfort himself.

The footsteps stopped, and the Kraken was a little relieved. Then, the two cold hands let go, leaving Fioni to stand on the sand. "So, your throat hurts?" There was no light source around them, and the Kraken's eyes didn't work in this environment. He could only perceive the darkness with his other senses.

Lothar is now quite psychologically complicated, and he doesn't know how to explain his current situation in the face of questions from his peers, especially when he can't speak. He was afraid of Fioni's reaction when he realized that he was talking to a walking corpse, so the count did not intend to reveal his identity, and just as the Kraken had already given a reason, he quickly patted the other party on the shoulder in agreement. But as everyone knows, this only adds to Fioni's suspicions, because how could a normal human accurately pat him on the shoulder in the darkness that even the Kraken can't recognize?

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors