Bringing a giant's heart to life and then killing it is easy to say, but in fact there are many problems. For example, the first step of this plan, which is how to revive the heart that has been sleeping for a long time, is an extremely difficult thing to do. You know, the life energy provided by the giant serpent, which is enough to swallow the human ship, is only to make the giant's left hand grow thin flesh and skin. Fortunately, the heart itself is relatively intact and does not need additional energy to recover. So, how do you activate this heart that has been silent for too long?

Lothar grabbed an overly reckless monster with his left hand, but this time, instead of cutting off its head with a tomahawk or throwing it into the abyss, he raised his eyes and threw the poor creature towards the heart above! Smack!" The screams instantly disappeared with the sound of something like the explosion of a balloon filled with water. The air also fell silent. Both the toad monsters and Lothar instinctively raised their heads, waiting for a response from above.

In the Earl's eyes, he saw that the liquid that the monster had turned into was swallowed by the heart at once, and at the same time, a faint red light appeared where the liquid disappeared, and it was fleeting. If it weren't for the fact that Lothar was already familiar with his new vision, he might have thought that the red glow was just an illusion of over-expectation in his heart. But that's not an illusion. There was a smile on the cold cheeks, and although the red glow was faintly negligible, it was effective, as long as it worked, it was enough.

Poor toads, the thinking organs in their sticky heads have not yet developed enough to produce panic. They should have evolved this function, at least so that they could scream in horror when chased by a human with a tomahawk in hand and a strange tattoo on their body. But now, one by one, they are being thrown into the heart of the sky by the tireless warriors, still coveted by the faint vitality of Fioni and cannot extricate themselves. This also made Lothar notice one thing, according to his previous experience, if he used the Fool's Justice to slash and kill in a real sense, after a few toad monsters, these monsters would begin to retreat. But when he turned to throw the fellows to the heart, they turned a blind eye to what happened to their companions.

Lothar couldn't figure out the cause of this phenomenon, or he could, but in his current state there was no need to expend energy to do so, he just needed to take advantage of it. This situation made the Count's plan much smoother, and Lothar maintained a certain speed, throwing nearby monsters into the air, and killing a few with his battle axe every once in a while to provide life force to Fioni. His actions gradually became a mechanical repetition, efficient and fast, but gradually no longer changing. Lothar's own consciousness slowly blurred in this action with a clear goal and rhythm, his body did not need to continue to carry out the plan faithfully, but his brain stopped working.

This is the case for the undead, and when they have a definite plan for their future, their bodies begin to realize that plan, and their no longer functioning centers fall silent. This silence is quite bad, because many of them never wake up from this silence again, and have become complete walking corpses, completely incapacitated to think and adapt. This is also the reason why many of the spirits of the dead in folk tales appear in this image.

Fortunately, before Lothar's consciousness fell completely silent, a change that was strong enough to awaken his mind took place. "Boom!" we often liken the sound of a powerful heartbeat to thunder, but when the heart of the giant slowly glowed red and began to beat, the sound it made was far more powerful than the most intense thunder you could imagine! The Count stopped his movements and looked up at what he had awakened, and if he had to describe what he saw in words, he would describe it as a sun made of flesh and blood!

"Boom!" an invisible sound swept through the empty space that had been silent for too long. Everything here, whether bones, sand, shells, or toads, trembled slightly at the sound of the shock. "Boom!" When the third heartbeat sounded, the dark red heart slowly turned crimson, and at the same time, the thin silk threads that hung it in the air and the thick pipes directly above it changed to the same color, and in an instant, a dazzling red cobweb unfolded in the air!

Now, it's time. Lothar's hand clenched his battle axe, and by his side was Fioni. There is no way back, and there is no need to go back. Unbeknownst to Lothar himself, when he made up his mind, the tattoos on his body had changed from a simple black to an ominous dark brown, crawling over his collarbone, up his neck, all the way to his face, and finally around his eyes and forehead. The Count's pupils gradually dilated, and the whites of his eyes gradually merged, changing into a dark brown color like the light of the Fool's Justice under the influence of those tattoos. When his eyes were completely a solid color, the tattoos on his forehead finally gathered to form a vertical third eye. Beneath the red glow cast by the giant's heart, a large shadow entered from the edge of the light, merging with the shadow cast by the Count. "Ahem... Ahem...", a sound came out of his dry throat.

"I am, the silent beneath the depths, the keeper of the lightless gates, the middle of the hourglass, the all-encompassing diner. My name, my destination. Now is the time to rest. ”

The tattoos came alive, bulging over Lothar's skin, breaking through the skin at the ends, revealing the octopus-like wet tentacles below, which quickly climbed towards the Fool's Justice, using the witch-hunting knife as a skeleton to cling to it to become something new. A living battle axe that is at least twice the size of the original. The tattoos on Lothar's body also rapidly decreased with the formation of this battle axe, and finally only the tattoo on his right arm and some lines near his collarbone and heart remained. The tentacles on the living tomahawk squirmed, urging its owner to lift it, aim at its target, and throw it!

"Poof!" the weapon flew through the air and landed on the giant's heart. The tentacles on it immediately spread out like leeches, merging into the heart, and the witch hunting knife that had been transformed back into its original form fell with it, falling into the shadow of the pile of bones. "Ahh "The pain, hunger, thirst, dizziness, all the things that could only be experienced as creatures returned to Lothar with the toss of the battle axe, and he fell to his knees, three terrible wounds on his body beginning to ooze out what little blood was left!

Lothar lowered his arms and his face up, his muscles atrophiing and soon withering like a dried corpse, but his eyes were still bright, staring upward.

"Whoa!" Why, does it rain in this underground space? Why, this rain, it has a color. Unbeknownst to Lothar, he was dying, about to meet the death that should have happened to him a long time ago. The last thing he saw was the rain falling in it, and a bright red patch.