Probably due to a problem of concentration, Lothar did not notice the change in the weapon in his hand at the first time. In the Count's sense, he was just using his battle axe as he had always done, and to his relief, it seemed that the life force of those toad monsters was not infinite, and many monsters did not get up after being chopped down by him again, and turned directly into a puddle of viscous liquid. Lothar didn't know what that meant, he just knew that the numerical advantage of these monsters wasn't so obvious now.

For the first time since the attack, the monsters began to fear, and they seemed to sense the change in Lothar, and the toads began to flinch after seeing what happened to their kind. This performance is undoubtedly an encouragement to Lothar. Now you know you're scared, right?" the Count's mouth turned into a cruel smile, and the tomahawk in his hand was stained with monster bodily fluids but not sharpened in the slightest. Instead, Lothar began to chase the toad monsters, not even noticing the strange speed and strength he had displayed in such a chase, as well as the skill he couldn't match while his heart was still beating. The toad monster that had been slashed by the deadly axe fell to the ground, leaving large pools of wreckage in the sand, one by one.

The chase slowed down only slightly after the Toad Monsters finally realized that the collective action was only slightly slowed down after a chronic suicide, and the monsters scattered in all directions, hoping to escape the terrifying presence behind them. The primitive instincts of these simple creatures direct them closer to what they subconsciously think is the safest place, the place where they were born, the bones of giants. Most of these monsters were doomed to disappointment, though, as the front was no longer what they were familiar with, and a catastrophic landslide had changed everything here.

Lothar's footsteps stopped. With his hands down and the blades of his tomahawk facing behind him, he allowed the hasty toads to hide in the mass of bones and debris and then disappear. They were originally bone marrow, and now it is not difficult to hide back in the bones. And the reason why the Count stopped killing was not because he had the slightest mercy for these things. What really stopped him was the memory of the collapse of these skeletons. Memories of what happened not so long ago reminded Lothar of where he was, and the person he was carrying behind his back.

Fioni fainted, which was good news, at least he was still alive. But perhaps because he had changed his way of being, Lothar now had a vague but real feeling that the lives of his Kraken friends were still passing. It's like looking at an opaque container of dripping water, which drips very slowly and doesn't drop much at a time, but because of this, no one can guess the rest of the liquid by looking at the amount of water produced, and it is not known that the last drop will be the last drop.

A way has to be found to patch this container. Lothar thought so. Thankfully, he already knew that killing those toad monsters would alleviate Fioni's injuries, but killing the ugly things alone was too inefficient. Although the Earl didn't count, he believed that the number of monsters he had killed along the way should be dozens, and if such a number could not maintain the body of the shapeshifter, then the effect of hunting monsters alone would only be worse. Wait a minute, if killing the toad will have an effect, what about the Shell People, which are also derived from the energy of giants? No, that's not right, shell people aren't like these monsters!

The Count had now regained his ability to think, which made him reflect on what he had just done and thought. He looked back, and the trails of slime everywhere proved his exploits, or brutality. Lothar's expression was confused, he didn't know why he had allowed negative emotions to dominate his actions, and he remembered that the first lesson Sieget had taught him was to control his emotions. Moreover, he could not forgive himself for the idea of disfavoring the shell people, waving weapons at innocent people, even for a moment, the chivalry he believed in would not allow it.

I must have something wrong there. Lothar picked up Fioni again, thinking to himself, and then his hand inadvertently touched the wound under his ribs. Of course, I have three holes in my body, and I'm still alive and kicking, so of course I'm having a problem. The Count smiled self-deprecatingly, it was not easy to make a smile with his current stiff body. Lothar didn't stay any longer, he had to find something else to distract him from before the grief completely engulfed him, and preferably to save Fioni's life.

The Count's front was littered with bones, and the giant's shattered spine and ribs had a far greater impact than Lothar had imagined, but the bones remained largely intact, only detached from each other and scattered everywhere. It is hoped that reassembling these bones will negate the time saved by the giant devouring the serpent of Fettis. Lothar thought so. He approached the nearest bone, which was supposed to be a vertebrae, and the smooth bony outer wall looked as beautiful as marble. Haven't grown skin yet, a good sign.

But no matter how beautiful the giant's bones were, they couldn't heal the Kraken's injuries, so the Count of Montenegro had no choice but to move on, and soon he was lost in these bones. This disorientation came from a messy pile of bones between the massive bones, and by the time Lothar realized it, he had fallen into the predicament of looking up and surrounded by white bones. If it was before, falling into such a situation would be almost a dead end for the earl, and he could only rely on luck to find a way out in the dark. But now, Lothar, who has the ability to see in the dark, only needs to climb on a nearby bone to see the situation from above. This height was not a problem for him, who had only recently climbed into the palm of a giant's hand. And what really became problematic was what Lothar saw after he ascended to the heights.

It looked like a heart. Standing on top of a giant's rib stuck in the ground, Lothar struggled to see more details. In the distant darkness that stretched out from his line of sight, a large object hovered silently above all the skeletons. However, Lothar also saw that the top of the suspended object seemed to have a line that was hidden from view upwards, and it appeared that it might be directly connected to the top of the cavern. What the hell was that? Lothar wasn't sure, he thought it was a heart at first glance out of pure intuition, but if it was really a heart, why did it hang in mid-air, and why, it didn't beat?

The Count was silent for a few seconds, then checked Fioni's condition again, the Kraken couldn't hold out for long. Well, there's not a lot of options, is there? Whatever that thing is, it's always a better target than blindly looking in the bones.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors