Time, in Lothar's eyes, slowed down and quickly became still. He could clearly see the tiny matter floating along the currents quickly coming to a standstill, and the waves that kept going on were also stagnant under the invisible force, becoming like exquisite statues made of crystal. In a world where all activity has stopped, there is only one thing that moves, and that is Lothar himself, who sees something resembling a mermaid rushing towards the networm from behind, so he subconsciously reaches out to pull the latter away. But when his hand touched the mercenary's shoulder, the Count was surprised to find that he didn't feel any sense of grasping the entity, and even his fingers were already reaching into the webworm's shoulder unhindered.

What was going on?, what was happening in front of him was clearly beyond the Count's comprehension, and he tried to touch the webworm with his arm in confusion, hoping to touch a trace of real texture. After several futile attempts, he finally gave up and turned his gaze away, only to notice that the pillar of light falling from the surface of the sea had stopped swinging with the waves at some point. The Count turned his head to look down, and the first thing he saw was a somewhat strange man, and after a few seconds he remembered that this man was exactly what he was now.

At this time, he realized that his body had suffered multiple injuries, not to mention the blood mist that overflowed from his mouth, his arms had been twisted into a very strange shape, in Lothar's own experience, this was undoubtedly a very serious fracture. Not only the arms, but also the legs and lumbar vertebrae of this body have been deformed to varying degrees, and even if such an injury is treated immediately, I am afraid that it will not be able to recover in a short time. And in the current situation, Lothar is sure that she should be dead this time.

So, is this the end? The current situation is what people often call the illusion of death, and the reason why I can see the body from a distance now is also because my consciousness has been detached from the body? Somehow, at this time, Lothar looked at himself, but his heart was unusually calm, maybe this was also because he no longer had the organ to feel emotions. The Count's gaze shifted again, and he saw the broken passage in the towering stone wall in the distance, and the Siren who had picked up the Fool from the passage as he struggled to throw it at the mermaid-like foe. In this way, the webworm should be able to dodge this attack, which is good, there is nothing better than this. It is believed that with Fioni's speed in the vast waters, he will also be able to escape back to shore with the mercenary.

"Is it really enough?" a voice suddenly floated from the bottom of the sea to the earl's ears like a bubble floating upward, and the volume was not loud, but it felt like a bell that had been violently struck. Lothar subconsciously looked down at the place where the voice came from, he didn't see anything, and the seabed that could still be seen was swallowed up by endless darkness at some point, making it hard to believe that this was just an inshore sea. Perhaps because there was no physical restraint, the ocean below could not be perceived at all, but Lothar could still sense that there was an individual in this darkness, and this individual did not give him the feeling of being completely unfamiliar, and he had crossed paths with it or him not long ago.

"From the inhabitants of the Sea of Sand, do you really feel that your life can be lost?" the strange voice came again, but it felt unusually warm. Lothar stared, or rather, he struggled to stare at it, hoping to get even the slightest hint of information about the voice's owner. This was doomed to be futile, and this futility made the Count irrepressibly have an inferiority complex, as if he were just an ant standing between the fingers of a giant, and all the faith, dignity, glory, and skills he had trained had lost their meaning in the face of the darkness that had occupied the entire lower layers of the ocean, and even the shell of his flesh could not protect him, and at this time he was truly naked and exposed to the master of this voice.

"It doesn't have to be that way. The gap between you and me is much smaller than you think, and we are all just insignificant floating dust in the sea of the world. The voice seemed to feel Lothar's inferiority, and actually took the initiative to comfort the latter. It was obvious to others that the scene was full of anomalies, because whatever this thing from the deep water was, His pride was too low. But there was indeed an incredible power in that voice, and Lothar's consciousness actually calmed down after this short sentence, and she no longer felt the slightest uneasiness.

"Who are you?" This is the first time that the knight has tried to take the initiative to communicate with the other party, his question seems to be concise, but in fact it is not simple, there are probably not many people in the world who can really answer this question exactly. In the face of such a question, the voice in the darkness of the deep water also chose to be silent for a while, and this silence did not know how long it lasted, because now Lothar has lost the ability to perceive time. In other words, at this moment when everything is still, no matter how long it is, it is an instant.

"You've asked a very interesting question, and I'm afraid I can't explain it to you in a language you can understand. If you have to give an answer, you can call me, Destiny. ”

Home, Lothar remembers the term. This is the resting place where the Krakens are always babbling in their mouths, and the final resting place of all the consciousness in the world in their mouths. But isn't that right, how can the end of the Kraken's belief be a self-conscious being? Can that kind of existence be called a destination? Or is this darkness in front of you just a devil or something else trying to deceive you under this puzzling name?

However, even if the Earl spent endless years thinking about these questions, he would not have been able to find answers, and even if he asked, the other party would not have given a clear answer. So Lothar quickly realized that there was no need to focus on the identity of the other party, and that he should ask a different question, "What are you going to do?"

The voice said softly, "I want to continue your life." Because I can see through your eyes a lot of things that I couldn't see before, and you have made me understand things above the deep waters. And if, in the present state, your physical body is about to cease functioning, and your consciousness will go with it, it will make me very, very sorry. ”

"Can you see through my eyes? Why, I don't remember ever dealing with you, and I don't remember ever selling my soul to someone else. Lothar felt a little uncomfortable, and no one would be happy to learn that someone was feeling through their bodies.

"Poseidon Rope, that's what you call it. My limbs would occasionally sway in the sea, and from time to time I would come into contact with other creatures, and they would have this mark on them. For the most part, I didn't know it was happening, because their bodies and minds were too fragile to withstand my gaze. You were the same at one point. But there is another energy in your body that is similar to mine, but different, faint, very faint, but true. This energy has allowed you to survive the very beginning, and your body has adapted to a part of my existence, and as a result, you have become the special person you are now. I'm curious where the other energy in you comes from. ”

After hearing this, only one name flashed through Lothar's mind, Cheese.