When time began to pass again, Lothar stood in the center of the platform again. There was still a vague impression in his mind about the strange scene just now, but soon, even the vague impression disappeared. It's like a dream that I remember when I wake up, and after three breaths, I don't know where I went. But even so, the Count could still sense that something had changed in the blink of a moment. The change didn't come from the Siren priest who was menacing at him, but something that was hidden behind the red curtain on the inexplicably oppressive steps. The immediate effect of this change on Lothar was that his tense muscles relaxed a little at some point.

Something, not there anymore. This feeling was not only felt by the Earl, but also by many of the priests on the platform who were closest to the Lady of the Tides. Even fewer of them turned their heads with frightened eyes to the third platform, the priests who were usually most closely associated with the goddess. Soon, however, their fears spread like an acute infection. For the priests who wanted to take down the disrespectful Lothar quickly discovered that they had far less control over the currents than they had before when they moved the power of the currents.

And the current, which was far worse than before, simply dissipated in the face of the witch-hunting knife that Lothar stood in front of him, giving people the feeling that those priests were seriously performing a scene, but the earl, who was supposed to perform with them, temporarily deserted and did not participate in the plot at all. Panic began to manifest.

The commotion of the priests immediately affected the soldiers, and Quwa and his men looked at the priests in confusion as if they were children abandoned by their parents. The general and the soldier looked at each other, attributing the problem to Lothar, who was standing peacefully on the platform, and the witch with her hands tied. "Go, get them under control. ”

But it wasn't long before the soldiers who had been in charge of capturing Lothar came back in a daze and rejoined what they had just done, and neither Quwa nor the others were upset about it. All this is done by witchcraft, witchcraft, of course. Qili, whose hands had been untied at some point, walked to Lothar's side with great interest and watched everything around her. The priests howled in panic, while the soldiers of the scorching waves turned a deaf ear to how to change their methods of battle when the fog cleared.

"Isn't it interesting?" she said to Lothar. The Count subconsciously reached out and grasped the handle of the battle axe, making sure it protected itself from falling into the witch's trap like those Krakens.

"What did you do?" he asked, rightly assuming that the sight before him was all Kiri and her wicked magic at work, fitting his knowledge of her.

"I? I don't have the skills. Kiri's interest was very high, and because she was using magic to communicate with Lothar, her excitement flowed into the latter's mind without concealment, and raised the Count's mood as well, "I don't have such a great ability to make a god disappear. I'm just, a guy who does a little trick on a bunch of little pets that don't have owners, oh, I'm a little despicable to say that. But anyway, witches have never been known for being noble, are they?

Lothar was a little confused by Kiri's answer, and he couldn't understand the metaphor used by the witch. However, there was one thing that he immediately caught from the words of the other party, the disappearance of a god, and judging from the situation in front of him, it was already very clear which god had disappeared. However, these two people were not the only ones who realized that the tide lady was far away, and some of the panicked priests soon came to the same conclusion as Qili, and in the eyes of these priests, there was always only one way to reinstate the goddess, sacrifice.

"I have to save her. This was Lothar's reaction when she saw a priest with a stone knife in hand heading towards Jaquia, who was tied to a ball. It's no wonder that, at a time when witches and knights are protected by magic, the best sacrifice the priests can find is naturally the last survivor of Sharktooth. Korri stopped Lothar as she watched the priests approach the huntress and asked.

"Do you think she needs us to save her?" At first, the Count did not understand what the witch meant, and he understood it to mean that Jaquia could escape the threat of the priests on her own. But of course this was impossible, the huntress had already used up too much energy in the previous battle with Lothar, and the bleeding from the loss of her arm had made it impossible for her to exert her strength as before. She is now the fish that has been put on the cutting board, waiting for the chef to cut open the belly with a knife and remove the entrails. But is there any fish with a smile on its face when it's on the board?

"Haha, ahem, hahaha!" Jaquia laughed, she could see the expressions on the priests' faces, and she could read what that expression meant. As a believer, she knew very well that the only thing that would make the priests look like this, "This is your punishment! The crumbs of the scorching waves! This is your punishment! Look, your god has forsaken you! Come, kill me! Just kill my people! But it won't work, it won't work! Your god is gone, haha, he won't come back! no!"

Lothar couldn't understand the Siren's language, and the Shell Man attached to Jaquia's shoulder was missing in the confusion, but he could guess what the Huntress was talking about just by looking at her appearance. The Count, who had just been provoked by the witch, was silenced, and he knew that he was nowhere near as good as the shark he had killed and cut off Jaquia's arm, and he had slaughtered the sharktooth without a declaration of war. Jaquia can not avenge herself, but she can't help but avenge her kind. This hatred had already been evident when she summoned the sharks, and it was not only the shark-toothed krakens who could not be at peace even with death, and Jaquia, the last living shark-toothed with more pain and torrents in his heart than the dead. The Avenger will not stop, because what he seeks is never pure revenge, but self-destruction driven by hatred and the things he hates.

"At best. If their beliefs were true, whether it was the Father of the Sharks, the Lady of the Tides, or their home, then death was not too bad for her. I don't think any god would ask His followers to do more. Now, let her go to Him. Qili whispered, and the playful smile on her face also retracted. She wondered where the witch would go when she died, her body would return to the soup pot, but what about her soul, or her consciousness, would anyone be kind enough to take in a witch's soul?

Blood, stained red the sacred pyramid of the seabed. Jaquia didn't stop cursing until she died, and she didn't stop laughing until she died. The laughter lingered here after her heart had stopped beating, and lingered in the hearts of every priest. Goddess, there is no return. Why? Why? Was it not enough sacrifice? Or was the sacrifice not high enough? I don't know which priest started to move, and when the first stone knife stabbed into the body of one of the officers in the hot waves, the scene was completely out of control. The witch's spells quietly vanished, and the soldiers suddenly discovered that their priests had all turned into blood-smelling sharks, only knowing to stab every living person they came across with their stone knives.

It's more chaotic than ever, it's crazy like never before, and Lothar and Kiri are fortunate enough to be the audience for this underwater drama, even if they don't want to watch it at all. The blood stained the bottom of the sea red, and even the currents could not blow it away. But the flowing sea brought something else, it was a large number of corpses floating in the water, and the flowers of the sea that had emitted an elegant blue light had turned into a miserable white ghost-like floating object, as if at the bottom of the sea, a terrible snow had fallen.

"Chantice, Chantice!" a four-armed kraken howled from the snow to the top of the pyramid.