Falling into the water again, Lothar felt only pain in her back as if it had hit a stone slab. Although Peg used green lightning as a medium to reactivate the knight's life force and prevent him from fainting from blood loss in the icy waters, Lothar's five senses also fell into complete confusion as the arc stimulated. Touch, pain, sight, hearing, smell, these things that would normally be analyzed and fed back by the brain in an orderly manner became a spoon at this moment, and at the same time it was inserted into his skull, twisting the thinking center that was already struggling to support it under blood loss. The battle axe in his right hand was as light as nothing at this moment, and it was not because this stimulation had stimulated some of Lothar's potential, but because the warrior's most trusted senses had finally betrayed him completely.

So, in order to protect itself, the knight's brain made a very natural decision to stop working. This cessation and sleep were not the same as being unconscious, Lothar's eyes were still open, her ears were still listening, and her skin was faithfully transmitting the power of the damp touch and water pressure. But these signals are no longer useful, and those scenes become meaningless speckles of light, and the sound is indistinguishable from the high-frequency vibrations of tinnitus. This is rarely the case, and if Cheese is present and notices something unusual about Lothar, he will tell the others that this condition is infinitely close to death, the death of the brain. Once this brain shutdown has exceeded a certain period, the body has survived the crisis, and the will called Lothar no longer exists, leaving only a skin with no natural functions.

But interestingly, there is another group of people in this world who spend a lot of time and energy seeking this state and see it as the key to life and death. These people believe that it is only at this moment of infinite proximity to death that the existence of the soul emerges, and that man can get rid of his own dragged shell and perceive things that are imperceptible to his five senses. Some of these people have indeed succeeded, and they have developed a new understanding of their bodies and the external world between life and death, and based on this understanding, they have created something wonderful and incredible, qi. And this state of death is also called by them, meditation.

Of course, there is still a considerable difference between Lothar's passive near-death and the Qi Refiner's independent concentration, if nothing else, the Qi Refiner's concentration will not force his brain into death because of the problem of time. However, even for a moment, the knight's consciousness did come into contact with something during the near-death experience, and the path came from the strange pattern on his body known as the Rope of the Sea God.

The water is even more turbid than before. For some reason, even Kiri's eyes soon failed to find any trace of Lothar and the giant shark on the surface of the sea. And if the two Krakens who were in the midst of a fierce battle could take some time to raise their heads, they would probably be surprised to find that a thick and uncomfortable darkness appeared in the shallow sea below the surface of the sea. The darkness should not exist in the waters below the surface of the sea, but only in the deepest, coldest abyss, and the mere mere mere look at it can make all intelligent beings instinctively associate all kinds of horrors.

The untimely darkness had apparently alarmed something else as well, and the excitement in the eyes of the giant shark in front of Lothar had gradually subsided. The shark stared at the human in front of it with a look that was too rational to appear on the shark at all, and its gray body, which had been dark at the top and light at the bottom, was rapidly turning into a disgusting red, as if the entire shark's skin had been peeled alive, and the blood flowed down the gap in fat to the surface of the body and coagulated into a new shell.

Lothar, opened her eyes. No, or rather, his eyes were back in focus. It's just that when the human easily regained his stance in the water as if he was on land, his eyes became intimidating. The shark and the knight stared at each other, or rather, two wills that were not here themselves, through the two bodies. The man raised his right hand, and his palm seemed to grow countless soft black tentacles crawling along the grip of the entire battle axe, and the octopus sea monster-shaped carving plated by the gray-robed mage to deceive people became lifelike.

And the giant shark just looked coldly at the actions of the humans, and there was a slight curiosity and faint doubt in his eyes. It or he could feel that the human body in front of him was similar to his own, but he had never seen the other. Another one, a guy from outside?

Lothar lifted his tomahawk and looked at the weapon he was looking at for the first time, like a child seeing a toy for the first time. But as he tried to wield the weapon, a faint golden light emanated from the sea monster's carved eyes, accompanied by the same looming lion's roar. Lothar's face showed a frightened expression, then he fell silent and fell into a fainting retreat. The blood-red shark silently looked at the creature floating in front of it for a few seconds, losing interest after confirming that it had reverted back to unintentional human consciousness.

This explains why, when Lothar regained his sight again, he saw that his opponent was a shark with a significantly different skin tone from before. But I don't know why, maybe it's because his brain has just experienced the fear of dying, but he is not very surprised and scared in his heart when he sees the change in his opponent's appearance. He was clearly not fully awake yet, because even during this time, Lothar did not realize that he did not feel the slightest suffocation after being in the water for so long. But there was one thing he realized, and that was that he had to kill what was in front of him.

The tomahawk, swinging in the currents, wonderfully did not carry any resistance from the body and blade of the axe, and even the waves of the sea propelled his actions as if they were trying to help Lothar. But the shark didn't sit still, wildness and hunger reignited in the eyes of the predator, and heedless of its own changes, it lunged at the human who was juggling with the piece of metal, and in its memory it had once battered the prey with one such attack.

The tomahawk and fins intertwined in the sea, blood slowly spilling down the wound. Only this time, it wasn't humans who were hurt. Lothar turned freely in the water, holding the tomahawk and looking at the narrow wound on the shark's body, feeling a little incredible. But before he could think about it, the injured shark launched a second attack under the stimulus of pain, and this time, it chose to dive first.

"Can you see him?" On the deck of the Damned Lady, the networm clutched Peg's hand anxiously, his nails digging deep into the witch's skin. Ever since the silk that had just been tied to Lothar's waist broke, Kiri's eyes had become the only way they could sense the Count. But Qili hadn't seen Lothar for a few seconds, how could this not be worrying?

"Don't rush, if I see it I'll tell you, damn it, even if a man falls into the sea, then the big fish should be able to see it—" The witch stopped halfway through her words, for at the very moment when her mouth stopped working in shock, a large splash of water burst out of the sea again!

Only this time, Qili saw two things very clearly. First, there is no Lothar in the waves. Second, and because she couldn't organize her words, she saw that the shark, the size of a bull, was facing the side of the deck, and from the junction of the upper and lower jaws, the corners of the mouth, there was a wound that was gradually bursting, and it was so deep that it almost cut the front half of the shark's body in half!