"Boom!" a heavy, muffled voice came from the air, followed by a bone javelin that seemed to have bounced back from some kind of rubber material, and fell in a completely different trajectory than expected, disappearing into the heavy bones. It seems that the giant's heart is far stronger than Lothar had imagined. But that's not a problem, isn't it, to deliver enough blood to drive the giant's body, how strong the muscles that make up this heart need to be is completely unimaginable to humans, I'm afraid that with the power of its contraction, even the magnificent city walls will be destroyed, and the muscles of the heart themselves will not be weaker than the city walls to be able to exert and withstand such power.

The Count habitually wanted to swallow a mouthful of saliva, but his mouth was as dry as a desert. Lothar flexed his shoulders and tried to relax his muscles, but doing so was as useless as his saliva. Regardless, the Count drew a second javelin a few seconds later. He didn't give up so easily, and was even a little glad that the giant's heart was so strong, and this goal that required effort to achieve diverted his guilt for attacking innocents. This allowed Lothar to use more power on the second throw.

"Knock, knock, knock..." javelin after javelin struck the heart that had stopped beating for an unknown amount of time. Lothar's muscles don't shake anymore, which makes him throw with greater precision than ever, and almost every time, his javelin hits the same spot accurately! But a miracle wasn't enough to hurt the Thunder Giant's heart, and when Lothar threw all the javelins he had sharpened, there were still no scars visible on his target.

Why is this so?" the Count looked up at the top of his head with some weakness, puzzled by his failure. It stands to reason that even if it is a dragon, a weapon made of dragon scales will not be ineffective, after all, it is a part of itself, after all, there is no reason to use his own fist to hit his own face, right? But the truth is in front of him, Lothar is not in a hurry to make more javelins or other weapons, he feels that if he does not understand something, then there is no point in throwing more things upward.

The Count sat down cross-legged, trying to calm himself in his impatience. As for the cross-legged movement, he had learned it from Jerry, who had visited Cheese before the nezumi boy and his demon master had left the Greylion, probably to see if there was any hidden danger to the nezumi's body. During that time, Lothar noticed that the Madar was training his apprentices for something else in addition to their regular physical and weapon training. Lothar didn't know what it was, and Jerry couldn't tell.

This kind of crude imitation certainly did not make the Count feel anything related to its purpose, but it did help one to think about things when sitting quietly. Especially now that Lothar has no physical troubles, he is not thirsty, he is not hungry, he is not tired, and when he concentrates on his problems, he is far more efficient than before. "Bang, bang" In the absolute silence of thought, there was the sound of water that was extremely distant. The sound was not waves, nor rivers, but more like, more like the sound of spring water flowing from a crevice in the forest hitting the rocks. What Lothar didn't know, of course, was that the voices he heard now had a definite name in some of the schools of thought in faraway lands. When it appears, it proves that the thinker has entered into a state of extreme concentration and deep inquiry. In this state, Lothar is associating and speculating about what she has experienced throughout her life around the subject of her thoughts.

But what the Count didn't notice was that after he entered this state of deep thought, some dark liquid also secretly flowed out of the nearby bones, condensing into an ugly form in the air. Just like the left hand, the marrow of the giant is coveting all the life it can absorb in its own way. The toad monsters crept up the bone wall around Lothar and Fioni, and they had no interest in Lothar at this time, and focused on Fioni, who was still a little angry.

One of the monsters slowly climbed to the side of the Kraken, intending to use its sticky hand to snatch away the unconscious shapeshifter. Slowly, carefully, it stretched out its forelimbs, the slimy forelimbs getting closer and closer to Fioni, but just as it was about to touch the Siren, a battle axe severed the arm from above!

"Ahh But if someone looks closely, they will find that Lothar is not fully awake at this time, part of his consciousness is still in thought, and it is only a part of him who is awakened to use weapons to protect his companions, strictly speaking, it is like sleepwalking. And it may be because of this relationship that the dark brown light that shone on the righteousness of the fool before did not light up at this time, and the toad head that was cut off by Lothar still maintained a certain vitality, wriggling in the direction of Fioni. Until it was trampled into a ground of slime by the Count.

The monsters were keenly aware of this, and they did not feel the terrifying aura of the Count at this time, so in their sick thirst for life, they began to attack with their numerical superiority. Half-asleep, Lothar naturally didn't have any strategy for the Toad Monsters' attack, all he could do was to use smooth movements to cut down any enemy that came into his range!

I don't know how long this kind of battle lasted, in such a number, Lothar simply didn't have time to make up for the final blow to every opponent, and there were many monsters who were just injured and temporarily retreated outside the battle circle, relying on their strong recovery ability to heal themselves and rejoin the battle. But don't forget, Lothar is still thinking in this battle. Gradually, the movements of his hands, the thoughts in his mind and the sights of his eyes gradually merged and unified, and at a certain moment suddenly catalyzed an idea. The thought thundered Lothar from his deep thoughts, and his tomahawk shone back into the weapon that made all the toad monsters shy away. Lothar paid no attention to the fleeing monsters, reflecting on what he had been pondering.

Just like these ugly guys, Lothar Montenegro, you can't destroy what has been destroyed, and you can't kill what has been killed. That heart, which has been silent for I don't know how many years, has long since died, and no amount of effort you spend can make it die more completely. Therefore, there is only one way to get the blood inside. That is, bring it back to life first, and then kill it again!

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors