Approaching the floating thing in the sky took longer than Lothar had expected. He didn't expect that with his current tireless body, it would still be quite laborious to climb over those massive bones. Of course, this has something to do with the fact that he is carrying a kraken behind his back, but this still makes the Earl feel awe of the existence of the Thunder Giant from the bottom of his heart. At the same time, he can't help but imagine how this giant would walk in this world, which may seem a little narrow to him, if these bones were really flesh and blood.

"Ding!" the bottom of the handle of the tomahawk struck the bone wall, creating a hollow that could be forced, not every bone was so easy to climb, and sometimes Lothar had to use such violent means to clear the way. As to why it had to take so much effort to climb over the bones instead of walking on the flat ground, it was because the Count could not see the thing hanging from the top of the cave in the pile of bones like a hill, and he lost his way. In order to ensure that she reached the bottom of the thing as soon as possible, Lothar chose the more laborious but more secure way, and went straight ahead.

However, as the distance shortened, the Count noticed more detail on the target he was approaching. It's not entirely certain, but it's probably a heart, a huge heart. If you were to say exactly how big it was, it would be comparable to a smaller manor. Lothar noticed that beyond the thickest rope he had seen, there were countless thinner threads wrapping around the heart, stretching up into the darkness like a spider's web.

The threads, as if they were blood vessels, the Count's intuition made such a judgment. He tried to find out where the vascular-like things went, but even without considering the darkness, his vision had a limit. This is a bit puzzling, until now, the recovery of giants is within a reasonable range, just like the dead corpses of humans will first turn into dry corpses and then turn into white bones in a dry environment, and the bones of giants rely on the sand and gravel in the cave to reshape their skin and even some flesh and blood, which is like a reverse restoration of the death process. Following this process, the restructuring of the internal organs should not happen too soon. So why is there such a heart hanging so abruptly?

The possibility that Lothar could think of was that the heart of the giant was not something that had only been restored now. Rather, it has not been destroyed since the death of the giant, and it is unknown how it has escaped the erosion of time. As for why it reappeared now, it must have felt that the rest of the body was recovering, so the heart, which is the source of life, instinctively approached the other parts to speed up the process. However, Lothar was not a wizard after all, and he was not sure about his own guesses, such as the method of heart preservation, he had no clue.

In the midst of this confusion and speculation, the Count finally came to the bottom of the great heart. The skeletons were supposed to correspond to the giant's chest, but due to the collapse of the spine, a large number of bones were stacked together to form a mountain of bones that was much taller than a single bone. When Lothar climbed to the top of the mountain, he was able to look up at the oppressive heart from a close distance. Even though he no longer had a heartbeat, he could feel the tension of being held in his hand. He couldn't imagine what a strong heartbeat sound it would make when it beat, and what a great force it would bring to propel the giant's actions. It was like an ant looking at a human being, not because of his own inferiority, but because of the grandeur of what he saw, which was different from appreciating the beauty of the natural landscape. This is a celebration of all life, a celebration of this miraculous creation.

Lothar didn't know how long he had been looking up, because his neck wasn't sore anymore. Seeing such a magnificent life made him feel a little sad about his body that no longer needed to breathe, and Lothar wondered if he could still be classified as a living being. What exactly is a walking corpse? This is something that only a skilled wizard or a priest of the Divine Mansion can tell. But there was one thing the Count remembered, and that was that he didn't want the friend on his back to become like himself.

Come on, let's see if we can find a way to get you back. Lothar carefully placed Fioni on the ground beside him, not daring to go too far for fear that the toad monsters would seep out of his bones and drag his friends away. The Kraken's breathing was weak, but steady, and Lothar had been attacked by monsters more than once along the way, and the life energy that escaped from these monsters when they died was the key to making it here alive. But these sporadic life energies were not enough to really get Fioni out of danger.

Lothar cautiously looked around, and soon found some protruding bone fractures, which had holes in the sections that made it impossible to wonder what was inside, but there were still a lot of bones. That's what the Count needed, and he took up the Fool's Justice, chopped off the protruding bones with his battle axe, and dragged them back to Fioni's side. Then, there was the more boring cutting and polishing, and after a while, a few simple javelins of bone were made.

Javelins made from the bones of the Thunder Giants are likely to be used as weapons on the outside, but here, these bones are only a reluctant choice because Lothar doesn't have more suitable materials. The reason is simple, the javelin is used to throw, and the bone javelin has no advantage in weight or flexibility compared to wood, and it can be seen from the fact that these bones can be easily split by the justice of the fool, and the erosion over the years has made the giant's bones not as hard as when he was alive.

The javelins, done, lined up in front of Lothar. The Count raised his head and stared at the heart that had taken up almost his entire field of vision, and there must still be a lot of unvolatilized giant's blood in it. Even if it weren't, the heart, as the organ that drives life, would contain a thousand times more life energy than the toad monster that the bone marrow had turned into sporadically.

Do you know what you're going to do, Lothar Montenegro, and do you think about the possible consequences of what you're doing?

I didn't want to kill him, I just wanted to borrow a few drops of his blood to save people. Besides, Lady Fettis's snake has been eaten by him, how can there be more energy in it than a few drops of blood?

How many drops of blood? How do you know how much will come out of the heart of this javelin? If your actions cause that thing to fall, not only will Fioni not be saved, but you will also let an innocent person die in vain. Well, he's a thunder giant, and he may not die, but that shouldn't be a reason for you to hurt him. You're a knight.

hand, holding the first javelin on the right side. Lothar turned to look at Fioni, the Siren's face was scaly, so it was impossible to judge his condition from his face, but the wound that was still oozing blood made the Count firm in his convictions. I am a knight, and I swore not to harm the innocent. However, I have vowed not to give up any of my companions. If I'm making a mistake, well, whatever the cost of that mistake is, count it on me.

The javelin was pulled out of the ground and held in a cold hand. Lothar charged her body like a fully drawn bow and aimed the tip of her javelin directly above Fioni. Throw it hard with the strength of your whole body at a certain point in time!

"Whew!" the white javelin cut through the darkness.