Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 151: Holy Relic Azik's Cursed Coin

In the same "flow" state, [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred can use his own sword to cut off other people's swords, and Cortes can use the strange swift sword to pierce through steel pillars.

Byron, the Storm Knight, is even more lethal.

[Secret Sword Technique: Finger Gun! ]

Use your fingertips to gather a little strength, use your breathing to communicate inside and outside, capture the specific frequency of things, and even if you hold a soft graphite stick, you can easily pierce steel.

Even without using any supernatural powers, he could kill the giant bear with just a rusty hatchet.

Byron looked at his hands.

It was not until this moment that he truly felt that he was controlling the extraordinary power, rather than the opposite.

"And unlike other people who can only apply the 'flow' to themselves, I should now be able to guide others to experience this transcendental state through my own breathing.

Help Catherine and Bruch break this barrier.

If I could go one step further in the future and reach the second level of swordsmanship, [Divine Vision], above [Flow], it would be almost equivalent to comprehending another form of [Breathing of All Things] after birth.

Moreover, this gradual spiritual transformation makes people feel more reassured than external [entries], [promotion ceremonies], and forbidden knowledge.

It’s just like the exhilarating feeling of breaking through one’s limits layer by layer during physical training!”

When Byron really reached this point, he had a strong premonition in his heart.

Perhaps this state of not seeking outside but focusing on one's own mind is the greatest reliance of human beings.

With a thought in his mind, the ghost horse and the full set of armor of the [Wild Hunt Knight] on his body automatically dissipated, and he fell lightly to the floor of the temple like a fallen leaf.

"Mr. Cortes, wake up, it's time for you to go to work."

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Cortes' body. A pale blue flame ignited, and a confused figure was suddenly grabbed out by him.

Byron chose to retain his consciousness.

The same pale blue flames as Byron's appeared in the ghost's eyes, and he soon regained consciousness.

But Cortes, who was reborn as a [Weird Wild Hunt Servant], had already transformed his hatred for Byron into infinite loyalty.

Kneeling on one knee, bowing deeply:
"My master."

After paying respectful respects, he automatically slipped into Byron's shadow.

Cortes is not like Beatrice, who directly threatens Catherine's life.

Strictly speaking, there is no personal grudge between the two of them. It all comes down to an irreconcilable conflict of interests between camps.

It is very normal for winners to be kings and losers to be bandits.

As for taking off my Wild Hunt mask?
Under the mask is Alvin the Falcon, under Alvin is Bill the Pirate General, under Bill is Byron Tudor the Sea Hunter, and under Tudor is Byron Lancaster the Wild Hunt.

You can go find them, what does it have to do with me?
You'll never find it even if you search for your entire life.

“Unfortunately, this third-rank Knight Commander is not like Falcon Alvin, whose soul was extracted from him while he was in a coma. After he was possessed by his body again, his body is still alive.

Cortes' body was broken.

There is such a big hole on his chest that I can't fix, and I don't have the ability to bring him back to life, so I can only let him possess someone else.

Even if he could not display the strength of a third-order knight commander, the state of mind flow that no one could deprive him of was enough to make him nearly invincible among the second-order knights.

Even though it's not as flexible and useful as [Variety Enchantress], it still makes up for some of my losses."

Not only did Byron recruit new thugs, he also took the opportunity to recycle the corpses of the two third-level warriors into top-grade [Transmutation Blood].

And perhaps because of its inhuman nature, the transmuted blood brewed with Beatrice is obviously of better quality than ordinary third-grade blood.

Byron looked at Beatrice and Cortes behind him and nodded with satisfaction:
"Yes, yes. Thank you for using up your last drop of blood and soul to contribute to my cause."

As the battle was finally settled.

There is no longer any objection to the ownership of the treasure locked by the entry [Why did you carve your name on my pipe], and the conditions for possession are met.

——Notify the original owner of the item, and then take possession of it openly and legally.

Now that even the original owner has disappeared, the prerequisite for forced possession has naturally been reached.

Wow.
A brand new golden anchor chain instantly linked Byron to the [Golden Codex] on his waist.

His name also appeared on the title page of the code.

At this point, although Byron lost his own Kingdom of Hattings, he accidentally became the legal heir of the Azik Empire.

Although this country, which had just been renamed the "Holy Golden Empire", had begun to collapse from the core.

He stretched out his hand and brushed the air, and the golden law network that only he could see emerged and disappeared.

Byron could clearly feel that the nodes of the law in reality were disappearing rapidly, and the power of the law was also rapidly weakening.

This shows that the core citizens who support this law are dying on a large scale.

As soon as Byron reached the door of the temple, he heard a cry of deep hatred outside the door: "Castilians, are you going to regret it? Why don't you heal us?"

“Countless Azik people are dying!

We have already surrendered and given you all the gold, outsiders, why don't you keep your word?"

"Take the disease away from us."

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Many of the Azik people in the royal city were directly infected by the concept of the [Bird-Billed Plague Doctor] or the plague aura, and became ill quickly and rapidly.

Whether they are extraordinary beings of high status, nobles, or the humblest slaves, they are all equal in the face of death.

In order to survive, they not only knelt down and surrendered, but also took off the gold they were carrying and piled up piles of treasures in front of the team.

In the end, the "promised" treatment never came, and in fact, it never came.

The city has a population of 250,000, and countless people are dying every moment. The resentment before death almost solidifies into substance, blocking out the sun in the sky.

The natives in the Anti-Azik Alliance were not much better.

Even if they were far enough away from the [Bird-Billed Plague Doctor] at the beginning, the spread of the plague aura was enough to wipe out those ordinary people with weaker resistance.

It’s just that the onset of the disease is slower than that of the Azik people. Most people will wail for more than ten to twenty minutes before dying.

This tragic scene was even more tragic than the previous bloody sacrifice ceremony.

Too many people died in the royal city today!

Woo woo woo.
The whimpering of the dead can be heard in broad daylight.

The opposite of the miserable natives.

There were many Castilians everywhere in the city who, relying on their immunity and not fearing death at all, were plundering gold wantonly.

Especially those extraordinary people who have spiritual barriers that are more effective than protective clothing have no scruples at all.

They were clearly prepared for the plague.

Without waiting for Cortes and the Wild Hunt to decide the winner, he took the layout of the nobles' residences in the city and began to plunder the land, moving quickly and without hesitation.

"Here is a complete set of tableware made of gold. I'm rich, I'm rich."

"There are clothes woven with gold threads here, and there is a large piece of top-quality spices there. The City of Gold is indeed the City of Gold."

"That's nothing, look at this palace, there is a throne made of pure gold.

If we bring it back and present it to His Majesty the King, maybe he will be so happy that he will confer us a knighthood, hahahaha."

Wailing and laughing, the two moods of the conquered and the conquerors are real and ironic.

And it was not just the Castilians. Other large and small forces that had been prepared for a long time also rushed over from all directions with red eyes and rowed their boats.

When Byron walked out of the temple, he saw a group of demons dancing wildly before his eyes.

Stimulated by the countless gold, silver and spices in this golden city, the colonists had long forgotten about the Conquistador Cortes.

Anyway, whether his plan succeeds or not, or even whether he lives or dies, it does not prevent others from making a fortune.

What about [Wild Hunt]?
Can he kill everyone by himself?
What's more, there are a large number of third-level transcendents from various major forces here. Even if Byron successfully breaks through the flow, he can't do anything to them.

Seeing this scene, Byron, who had legally inherited the Azik Empire, frowned and screamed in his heart:

"Stop! The Golden City now belongs to Lancaster. You damned bandits, put down all my gold!"

Although [Cortes' ambition] came to an end, so many Castilians and various forces were still safe.

As long as they brought the gold back, the only ones who would lose would be Cortes and the Flayed Church.

The others were still eating with their mouths full of oil.

Byron likes picking peaches, but he doesn't like making wedding dresses for others at all.

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and fixed his eyes on the logbook again.

[Secret: Cortes' ambition, influence 30], once successful, it will also affect the entire world.

When the decryption density reaches 100%, Byron can summon a one-time [holy relic] related to a region or nation from history.

"Azik fell, and the others were full? That's wishful thinking!
Whatever you take from me must be returned to me sooner or later."

He stretched out his hand, scooped up something in the air, and pulled out a shining gold coin.

But there is a laughing skull in the middle of the gold coin.

And this is the [Holy Relic: Azik's Cursed Gold Coin] that embodies the resentment of all Azik people towards the colonists!
Byron flicked his fingertips, and the cursed gold coin instantly disappeared into the air.

But all the gold in the city was covered with a layer of shadow.

(End of this chapter)