Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 269 The Father of Immunology: It’s a Small Matter, Just a Parasitic Disease
Even at the critical moment of life and death, that golden light still attracted everyone's attention.

Looking into the distance, the bloody dragon head flag belonging to the Pioneer Navigation Colonial Trading Company on the mast was fluttering in the wind.

A javelin-straight figure wearing the uniform of a pirate general stood at the tip of the bowsprit in the face of the storm. His cloak was shimmering but it was not wet at all.

Beretania smiled bitterly:
"Golden Deer? Sea Hunter? I didn't expect you to come at this time.

It doesn't matter. The Lancastrian Party's situation can't be any worse.

I would be a sinner of the Lancastrian Party if I had not firmly believed that I was the man most capable of leading the Lancastrian Party to victory and had not been stubborn in my ideals.

I'm afraid we've already captured you by now and are celebrating our success together at the International Port."

Seeing the obviously extraordinary new [Golden Deer], everyone else also felt sad.

Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly.

Attacked from both sides, it is unknown how many of the last remnants of Lancaster can escape.

"We have fled from the Old World to Port Royal like stray dogs, and then followed Beretania from Port Royal to Gonave. Is there no escape now?"

However, just as the Storm Knights were preparing for the final battle to their death.

But suddenly, he felt a burning sensation on the place on his chest where the dragon head emblem of the [Storm Seal Ring] was branded.

Then, an extraordinary blue-green light gradually emitted, penetrated through the clothes, and dyed the top of the wall a clear blue.

this means
"hiss--!"

A group of Storm Riders looked at this bizarre yet extremely familiar scene and their eyes suddenly widened.

Then he suddenly looked up and looked at the golden battleship that had forcefully cut into the fleet and snatched away the "T"-headed ship.

The ten bronze cannons on one side of the ship adjusted their firing angles automatically. Instead of adding insult to injury to the already crumbling town, they aimed their guns at the octagonal flagship in the monster fleet.

boom! boom! boom! boom!
The cannon flame flashed with a hint of blue transcendental light.

The ten 18-pound shells seemed to have eyes. They fine-tuned their trajectories in the air and slammed heavily into the stern of the Maywind, which had eight tentacles.

This is not only a large-caliber shell with amazing power, but also carries the positive energy enchantment of storm-like weapons.

The stern hull, which was covered with strange barnacles and looked extremely hard, could not stop the invasion of the shells and was blown into pieces with large holes.

"Hey——!"

For the first time, a sharp and piercing whine came from the body of the monster battleship, and large amounts of bright blue blood oozed out.

Before it could swing its tentacles to launch a counterattack.

The [Golden Deer] had already changed sides, drawn a perfect arc on the sea, and headed back to the open sea at a speed so fast that the enemy ships could hardly react.

This round of operations that damaged the Maywind's main body also successfully drew away hatred.

A total of nine monster warships swung their tentacles and turned their bows, leaving behind hundreds of coral people who had just landed, and chased after the Golden Deer.

At the same time, the figure standing on the bowsprit suddenly rose into the air with a strong wind, and a pair of iconic wide [Storm Wings] spread out behind him.

In the blink of an eye, he was above their heads, his shiny military boots stepping on the sea breeze as he slowly descended, his cloak fluttering behind him like a dark cloud.

A circle of bright light appeared on the index finger of the left hand that was raised high.

That is the light of the Storm Signet, the token of the Grand Master of the Storm Knights!
A group of defenders looked up blankly at the man in front of them. [Storm Admiral] "Sea Hunter".

An extremely absurd thought instantly struck everyone's heart, causing their bodies to tremble with excitement.

Then a loud shout rang in their ears:

"Where are the Storm Knights?!"

All the Knights' instinctive reactions were faster than their conscious minds. They all stood at attention, stamped their right feet on the ground, and said in unison:

"exist!"

The constant [Cognitive Correction] on Byron's body was immediately lifted, and after more than half a year, his true self was finally revealed.

His short black hair is neatly done, his azure blue eyes are piercing, his figure is tall and well-proportioned, and he descends from the sky with crackling wind and thunder soldiers, like a mighty god of thunder who saves the world.

"Your Highness——!"

Old Sam subconsciously took a step forward, tears in his eyes.

Simple appearance might be faked, but there is no other person in the world other than the real Byron Lancaster who can wield the Storm Admiral.

The [Sea Hunter] whom they had been planning to usurp for a long time turned out to be their own lord?
The lord who had just reached adulthood also lost everything. In just over half a year, he grew from an ordinary man to a famous pirate in Bantaan.

He started from scratch and built up a huge empire that even they were jealous of.

Today, divine soldiers descended from heaven and saved all of their lives.

I'm afraid that every move of the undercover agent sent out in cooperation with Iris is in the eyes of the other party.

And what have these people done in the past six months?
Who will be in charge after the discussion of seizing power?

Compared to him, it was as childish as a child playing.

Excited, ashamed, and a little proud, everyone knelt down on the ground with extremely complicated emotions. A group of grown men choked with sobs and beat their chests:

"Your Highness, it's really you!"

"You're finally back."

Byron's face was grim, his eyes moved, and he called out their names one by one, whether they were elders or peers:
"Sam Leopold! Berle Tanya! Reilly Donahue! Alcott Taylor!"

When they heard their names, they all subconsciously raised their heads and chests.

Soldiers all have a heroic complex.

They have a natural admiration for leaders who can lead them to continuous success.

As: "His Majesty the Emperor will arrive to-day in his faithful Paris! Hail!"

Since Your Highness has been able to build the current foundation with a group of pirates, I will definitely be able to do a better job if I take the pirates' place.

After naming more than twenty names, the next sentence was:
“It’s all garbage!
Put away your limp women's appearance, get up quickly and hold your swords tightly.

I'm the vanguard! You just need to defend against the coral people's attacks.

If anyone dares to embarrass me again and fails again, I, as the chief commander, will kick him out of the Storm Knights!"

No one dared to refute it because everything Byron said was true.

This was especially true for Beretania, whose cheeks felt hot.

He always considered himself the most suitable leader of the Lancaster Party for one reason only: he was stronger and better!

But he lost Port Royal and almost lost Gonave Island.

The few remaining troops were almost wiped out under his leadership.

Compared with the Sea Hunter, the pirate who is now at the peak of his powers and is about to be promoted to the highest military commander of Jamestown Royal Port.
I really am trash.

"Deathwing, teach me how to fight these guys."

Byron took out the [Overseas Development Order] and shook it casually, and the 140 elite pirates belonging to [Death Wing] landed on the city wall.

"As you command, Captain!"

Everyone wore a cursed gold coin of Azik around their neck.

With the deck-cleaning machine in hand, he fired a salvo, blocking the front line and opening fire, smashing another wave of coral people into pieces.

Even the broken limbs and arms that fell at their feet were kicked away by them.

"Your Highness, be careful of coral disease!"

Old Sam reminded immediately.

Bayleen, the father of immunology, waved his hand casually:

"It's nothing, just a parasitic disease."

He picked up the number eight crystal skull [Quetzalcoatl] and dripped a drop of his blood on it.

A flash of inspiration appeared, shining brightly on all the Lancastrians.

The only title recorded in history: "Father of Immunology".

You have filled a major gap in medicine, changed the history of medicine and even the development course of human civilization.

Obtain title effect: Immune Blood
“In the field of immunology, if you take a drop of blood from any relevant patient, you can produce antibodies in your blood within 24 hours.

Including but not limited to influenza, measles, rubella, smallpox, chickenpox, and rabies, you will never die from illness due to low immunity.

At the same time, other people can also gain immunity to various difficult and complicated diseases by consuming your flesh and blood."

"Parasitic immunity" is a series of complex biological responses of the host body to parasite recognition and rejection, which plays a role in protecting the integrity of the body.

They are both under the jurisdiction of the immune system.

No matter how complex it is, it cannot escape the screening of antigens by the immune blood.

Byron prepared for the future and found a coral man a few days ago, using his immune blood to make himself produce antibodies.

Then, by using the effect of "The Light of Knowledge of Venusstar", he could easily vaccinate a large number of his combatants.

Directly immune to the coral disease that countless people are afraid of.

The infected people on the city wall who were ready to die not only did not wait for their own death, but instead saw the barnacle larvae on their bodies quickly dehydrated and fell to the ground like powder.

At this time, the Golden Deer had slowed down and led the monster fleet to the open sea in the distance, just when the enemy was about to complete the encirclement.

Suddenly there was a huge sound of water.

A blue hole opened rapidly on the sea surface, and all 38 privateers arranged in an encircling crescent formation were instantly thrown into the battlefield!

(End of this chapter)