Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 117 A Perfect Infiltration Battle

In this era, there is no technical bottleneck in making a qualified revolver.

The reason why it has not been invented yet is probably just a thin layer of window paper and a flash of inspiration from some craftsman.

Of course, if Byron suddenly died one day, his spirituality would fall into the collective subconscious of mankind.

The knowledge in his mind will probably bring a feast-like carnival to craftsmen and naturalists all over the world.

"For extraordinary people in the Ladder of Glory who want to be promoted quickly, the easiest way is undoubtedly to make achievements in their own professional fields.

Contribute to the collective good of humanity.

The dualistic theory of animality and divinity expressed in the crystal skull can provide another layer of evidence.

Violet is a [craftsman], especially a [gunsmith] who specializes in firearms such as guns, cannons, and gunpowder.

If you could lead a gun revolution.

Obtaining a powerful [Relic] that could knock down matchlocks and flintlocks to the ground was only the most insignificant benefit.

This kind of universal knowledge, which is enough to change the war mode once again, is probably enough to be promoted to a higher sequence.

Of course, the most critical thing is to solve the problem of percussion cap, fulminate of mercury and fixed ammunition, which should not be difficult for her. "

Money can buy you a lot of excellent equipment, but it certainly can’t buy you the best equipment, let alone epoch-making equipment.

Now Byron had his own territory, the legitimate right to recruit soldiers as a pirate general, and the secret support of the local governor, the Newman family.

Sooner or later, Greenville will have to develop its own military industry.

But after thinking it over, Byron decided to put the matter of inviting Violet aside for the time being.

Now that the ocean-going fleet has just arrived at the Bantaan Islands, neither he nor Catherine has gained a firm foothold yet. It will not be too late to plan military affairs after things have settled down.

Anyway, they have been communicating with each other all this time.

Although the instant messaging range of [Echo Conch] is only one thousand kilometers, messages can be left without any distance limit.

Walk to the old man with a bullet hole right between his eyebrows.

He casually harvested the spirituality and transmuted blood of this priest, leaving only a pile of equipment on the ground: a crossbow, a poisoned dagger, a powerful drug, a tripping triangle spike, and a
Even Byron, a guy who prides himself on having dirty hands and a black heart, couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

I kept saying in my heart: I still have a lot to learn from my seniors.

The space in his waist bag was limited, so he immediately took the Mithril Cross Holy Emblem that he had to give to Catherine.

He quietly put away the bottle of powerful sleeping pills, ready to take it back and criticize him.

Walking out of the church door, looking at the scattered lights in the distance, his face gradually became grim:

“What’s the most important thing for a family?
Of course it has to be neat and tidy.”

Whoosh-!
A red firework shot up into the sky from the square in the middle of the town and exploded in the air, clearly visible to all the militiamen who were still searching on the island.

"This is an emergency signal for help."

"The attackers have gone to town. Quick, let's go back and provide support!"

The scattered militia teams held torches high and rushed back to the town from all directions like fire dragons.

But when they arrived at the small square in the town center where the signal was sent, they did not see any enemies, but only their companions who were rushing back in a steady stream.

In a short while, all the remaining pioneers on the island gathered here.

Hundreds of torches also illuminated the entire small square.

Everyone was whispering to each other, but no one understood what was going on.

"Not only are there no signs of battle or enemies, but we don't even know where the three second-level transcendents have gone."

"I always feel that everything about tonight is weird."

"So far, we haven't seen any trace of the enemy. Do you think there might be an evil spirit landing on the island?

Could it be because we killed too many passers-by?"

These words gave everyone else a chill down their spine.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted:

"Look at what's happening on the ground?

How come someone drew such a big '×' here with charcoal?
I remember clearly that when we first set out to search the forest, there was definitely no such symbol here."

Everyone looked down at their feet and found two thick intersecting black lines.

Just when they were confused.

Suddenly, someone noticed a flash of fire on the pitch-black sea in the distance, and then a roar and a sharp whistle were heard in their ears.

"That's... ship-borne artillery!!!"

It was exactly the same principle as the darkness under the lamp, the torches above everyone's heads illuminated the front, but made it more difficult to see the dark sea in the distance.

After all the sentinels were dealt with by Byron and Gus, no one noticed that a pirate ship had quietly sailed to the shore.

"Run!" Their screams became a little distorted and they wanted to escape in all directions, but it was too late.

One after another, the shells had already smashed down near them in the form of projectiles and exploded on the spot.

Countless pieces of rubble swept across the area of ​​dozens of meters nearby like a storm.

That’s right, this time the Golden Deer did not use cast iron bullets, but stone bullets!

The goal this time is different. Unlike a battle between warships at sea, there is no need to consider the problem of penetrating the hull.

The power of stone bullets will only be stronger than that of cast iron bullets.

And Wyandotte, the [artillery expert], was responsible for aiming at such a large fixed target, so there was no possibility of missing the target.

The few survivors, who had suffered heavy losses and were covered in wounds, finally struggled to escape from the bombardment, only to run head-on into a team of musketeers who were ready for battle.

"Fire!"

boom! boom! boom!
After another round of death volleys, the boatswain raised his eight fingers and used a tomahawk that had killed more than ten Bay Citizens, and shouted:
"Draw your swords, charge!"

He rushed forward first.

"kill!"

"Leave no one behind!"

Except for the artillery crew on the ship, everyone else went ashore to join the Marines and beat the downed dog.

Even though there were still a few first-level extraordinary people with outstanding abilities among them, they were eliminated by Byron and Gus who were responsible for the escort.

The gang also gave them a surprise.

Coming overseas, the church no longer has the ability to control [forbidden knowledge] and related creations.

This kind of thing can be sold openly in major colonial cities.

Many extraordinary people who originally followed the rules gradually broke through their original sequences and formed strange and unpredictable fighting styles.

The largest and simplest ones are equipped with various amulets.

[Mithril Amulet] and [Black Tin Amulet] made of extraordinary metal;
[Wild Amulets] carved from the teeth or bones of wild beasts; and [Fish Bone Amulets] made from sea cucumbers and various magical fish bones.
All of this opened Byron's eyes.

But no matter how strange the abilities of this group of people are, they are all clearly seen in the logbook, and there is absolutely no one who can escape by chance.

After being stimulated by Byron, Gus is now full of motivation.

He continued to absorb the sense of existence from the militiamen and moved forward unwaveringly towards the second stage.

"When I reach the second level, I can control visual hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, and finally control my sense of existence.

What if I have a common face then?
Once [Phantom Blade] is turned on, I am the most handsome man in the entire Red Theater.

Not only might I not have to spend any money, I might even be able to make a fortune from those ladies who are looking for fun.”

As the looting was completed, Eight Fingers and Little Hans were successfully promoted to [Bay Citizen Berserker] and [Craftsman] respectively.

The strength of Byron's men suddenly increased.

Then, the Golden Deer docked.

Byron and his men searched the island's vaults, treasure chests, and spice vaults according to the memories of the undead servants.
The 7000 pounds of gold notes rewarded by the York family suddenly did not seem so attractive in the face of these spoils.

According to preliminary estimates from the ship's log, the value of this batch of spoils is at least more than 50,000 gold pounds.

A Golden Deer simply couldn't hold all of them.

Byron specially assigned a group of men, led by Bruch, to drive away the Castilian brig that was anchored on the shore.

Before leaving, he burned down all the wooden buildings on the island and the spice forest full of traces of artificial cultivation.

Make sure that no traces of "artificial flavor cultivation technology" are left.

Finally, Byron summoned the evil spirit Bloody Mary again with a cup of [Blood Brew·Bloody Mary].

Let it help block possible subsequent divinations.

It adds another layer of insurance to the [Storm Seal Ring] which is already immune to divination.

Standing at the stern, looking at the burning island, Byron summarized the mission this time:
"This was a successful infiltration operation. No one discovered it. It was simply perfect!"

Just as he was about to order the two boats to return at full speed, a quarreling voice suddenly came from his waist bag:

"You lowly [Cursed Thing], you're pressing my face! Can't you just get out of here?"

Another pale voice without any emotion responded:
“The answer is: No, because I don’t have feet.

Now it's my turn to ask a question, why don't you have hair? Is it because you don't like it?"

"Head hair? Ah——! I'm going to kill you!"

"If you answer incorrectly, please accept the death penalty."

Byron slapped his head and almost forgot that in addition to the treasure worth 50,000 pounds, he still had the biggest prize in his hand that had not been opened.

(End of this chapter)