Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 270: The Sword Technique That Fell from the Sky

As soon as the fleet completed its delivery, the sailors on the ship poured the fish poison that could suffocate all creatures with gills into the sea as if it were free.

The [Fiddler Crabs] hiding outside the encirclement manipulated the water flow to speed up the spread of the potion, dyeing the entire sea area light green.

“This seems to be the artificial blue hole used by the Barbary pirates when they raided the Kingdom of Castile?

So, the legendary fourth-level beast tamer [Blue Hair] Barbarossa Hailding who was lost on the Treasure Island, and the sea monsters in his hands, have actually all fallen into your hands?
It is said that the Governor of Havana, Velasquez, who was also captured, was also defeated by you?
The two regional leaders of the overlord-level forces were both overturned just like that?"

Seeing this fantastic troop deployment effect, there was an uproar on the city wall.

An arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops come to meet you!

This is the ability that every general dreams of.

They were not ignorant and therefore thought of more things. The truth hidden behind each speculation made them dizzy.

This is the case when the remnants do not yet know that the true identity of the Wild Hunt is actually Byron, otherwise they would have been starting to feel uneasy by now.

Although their guess was not accurate, Byron had no intention of correcting it.

His attention was completely focused on the battlefield on the sea.

Through the legal network, he said to the Prime Minister Skeleton Knight Andrew in his "Right Hand of the King":
"Uncle, prepare to close the net."

"Received. The scorching bomb is ready."

[Maywind] This octopus battleship is elusive. Under normal circumstances, it can only launch sneak attacks on others, and others have no chance to surround and kill it.

Just in order to avoid the disaster of the bloodbath, all 38 privateering warships under Byron's command returned to the port for safety and gathered together.

When the would-be witch Violet sensed in advance that the Maywind had arrived on the Island of Gonave, she immediately mobilized her troops.

Anyway, even [Blue Hair] Hailding has fallen into his hands, so the confidentiality level of [Fiddler Crab] and Deep Sea Jump is naturally lowered.

Immediately seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Using this island as bait, they surrounded the enemy by making even more elusive deep-sea jumps.

As for why Byron was so eager to kill this guy?
Do you know how much money the Vanguard Colonial Trading Company would lose in a day if just one waterway was blocked?

Not to mention that the Maywind single-handedly blocked most of the sea routes between the archipelago.

This is all money.

"Blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents. Even if you don't come to provoke me, you must die!"

Byron raised the Storm Ring in his hand high and read out its judgment inscription once again:

"I am the vanguard!"

With the sound of chains ringing, every Storm Knight belonging to the Storm Knights present used the emblem on his chest as a medium to instantly anchor a chain to his body.

While Byron, the leader of the Knights Templar, became more spiritually stable, a beam of blue-green light shot up into the sky from the seal ring.

Hoo ho ho.
The wind was blowing and the clouds were surging overhead. The thick dark clouds around it also slowly rotated around the beam of light, forming a huge storm vortex.

[Level 1 Wonder · Storm Signet Ring:
Represents the position of Grand Master of the Storm Knights and the royal inheritance of the Lancaster family. 】

Just like the professional ability of the third-level knight commander [Knight Commander], commanding the knights under his command and concentrating their strength for my own use is just the most basic ability.

The Storm Admiral is the most outstanding commander of the grand fleet. When every captain under his command is a Storm Knight, his abilities in all aspects can naturally be increased to the extreme.

Byron has the strength of the third level, and after the master-servant relationship is established, he obtains the blessing of the entire knight order, and his power instantly doubles.

"Your Highness, this is."

Even when Prince Thornburg was still alive, the knights rarely saw such a scene.

The York family, who knew their background well, would never give them the opportunity to assemble a large fleet.

Moreover, the same professional ability of [Storm Admiral] will produce completely different effects in the hands of different users.

A young knight suddenly pointed to the sky and exclaimed:
"Look."

The storm vortex in the sky flashed with lightning, and then countless blue-green storm elves, holding hands, formed a huge circle and descended from the sky.

It quickly fell into a privateering fleet consisting of 39 ships.

The power of three third-level Byron, Andrew, and Beretania, and more than twenty second-level [Storm Knights] were gathered together to bless the fleet.

All the ships, covered with a layer of storm aura, instantly came to life.

Sails, ships, and cannons all became lighter and faster.

Even the rain above their heads weakened a lot, from heavy rain to a drizzle.

At the same time, an invisible hand took over control of every ship and every gun.

Byron closed his eyes, raised his consciousness, and personally took charge of the fleet's cluster fire control system.

The sails and artillery were automatically adjusted, and in just a breath they locked onto the monster fleet commanded by the same brain.

The muzzle flashed cold light, and the murderous aura rising into the sky made the defenders far away on land feel their hair stand on end.

At this time, Byron's consciousness had already merged with those storm elves and the privateer fleet.

Command countless storm elves and make them and dozens of warships become your facial features, limbs, and swords!
A huge human face made of air currents appeared above the fleet, looking down at the monster battleship [May Wind], and the roar spread like thunder:
“All fear comes down to the fear of not having enough firepower.

No matter what contaminated you in the New World.

Take my sword move that falls from the sky first!"

He stretched out his hand and made a vague poke at the sea monster fleet, and a strong wind that connected the sky and the earth howled across the sea.

But what he handed over was not a sword, but a ship!
The broadside guns of 39 warships fired simultaneously, and the orange-red flames suddenly illuminated the dark sea under the continuous rain.

Hundreds of enchanted burning bullets that were burned red left dazzling fire lines in the air like meteors, whistling towards the monster fleet.

This is the artillery version of the secret sword technique - meteor shower!
The Maywind had to choose between suffocation and bombardment.

The thick tentacles danced, driving the water to generate strong thrust. The eight frigates took the initiative to move forward, while the May Wind flew backwards.

Before they could build a barrier, a shower of fiercely burning meteors had already fallen like raindrops. With the manual guidance of the Storm Spirit, these muzzle-loading smoothbore cannons could not compare with missiles, but at a distance of 800 meters, they were comparable to modern sniper rifles.

Almost no shells missed.

Rumble.
The nine monster warships had their shells shattered, wooden boards exploded, flames burned, blood flowed, and white mist rose.
The piercing scream shook the eardrums of everyone in the privateer fleet.

But there was also a unique aroma of barbecued seafood, which made Byron feel relaxed and happy and drooled.

“Once I reach the fourth level or the level of ‘divine vision’, I should be able to finely manipulate the various molecules in the air and greatly increase the oxygen concentration within a certain range.

Once the flame starts burning, it will never be extinguished unless the target is completely burned to ashes.

That’s when the real meteor shower will begin.”

In the privateer fleet.

Alfred, the Blood-Red Whiskey, who was serving as the commander on the Lancer, saw his captain's miraculous "swordsmanship".

I couldn't help but recall the day when he knocked me down with a drug, and the swordsmanship theory he taught me:

"Ever since I heard the captain's words about swordsmanship: 'Everything in the world can be a sword.'

I had a feeling that this Lime/Drug/Firearm Sword Saint would upgrade again sooner or later, and today he finally grew into a true 'Great Ship Saint'!"

At the same time, he did not forget to instruct his trusted guards from the Bloody Mary faction of the Thirsty Blood Cult:
“When you clean up the battlefield later, don’t forget to give me a whole tentacle and some extra seafood. I’m going to take them back to make seafood cream soup.

With this extremely difficult-to-capture ingredient, I can complete another dish on my life menu.

Anyway, we have already developed immunity to coral disease, so gourmets have nothing to fear!

I believe that as long as it is cooked thoroughly, it will not cause any harm like poisonous mushrooms, definitely not."

"Reload, shoot again! Shoot again!"

Under Byron's command, round after round of starfire rained down until the gun barrel could no longer bear the burden and slowly stopped.

The target sea surface was rising with mist, and it seemed to have turned into a pot of hot seafood soup that could be drunk directly without any further processing.

With a wave of his hand, a gust of wind blew away the rising mist, allowing the pirates and the Lancastrians, who were on both ends of the battlefield, to see the battlefield clearly again.

A bunch of monster warships were riddled with holes and charred everywhere. The minced meat and blood flowing out of the damaged hulls dyed the nearby sea water bright blue.

The flesh exposed outside twitched from time to time, as if the still surviving muscles and nerves were unwilling to die and wanted to rescue themselves.

Even the May Wind, which was hiding behind other frigates, was not spared.

At the very beginning, the Golden Hind's ten 18-pound guns hit its buttocks, giving it a chill.

Now it is charred everywhere, rising and falling with the waves, as if it is completely dead.

It’s a pity that the power used by these monster warships to fire shells is obviously no longer normal gunpowder. Even after enduring so many bombardments, not a single ship exploded or sank.

At the same time, the battle on the town wall had ended long ago. The coral people were besieged by Deathwing and the Storm Knights and fell to the ground under the wall.

Byron opened his eyes again and breathed a sigh of relief.

The [Blood Holy Grail] in the palm of his hand glowed red, turning all the coral people who were not yet completely cold into transmuted blood.

"The business is getting bigger and bigger, and the supply of Transmutation Blood has been a bit tight lately.

After all, I am not a murderer and I cannot do indiscriminate killing.

These coral people are quite good, and the transmuted blood they brew is of very high quality.

If there are many life forms similar to theirs in the New World, the abundant "human resources" alone would be worth the risk.

Not to mention whale oil, which represents the future direction of technological development.

Huh? "

Suddenly realizing that someone was looking at him from behind, Byron turned around and saw that it was the "limited loyalty" [enemy first mover] Beretania.

Faced with Byron's stressful gaze, the latter did not dare to look him in the face. His eyes just made slight contact with his, and he immediately lowered his head deeply.

But an increasingly thick anchor chain in the spiritual world explains the current status of the two.

There is actually one advantage to being such a stubborn person.

As long as it meets the idealized standard in Beretania's mind, his principles will be stronger than anyone else.

Even if you kill him or threaten him with his relatives, he will not be shaken.

At this moment, when reality ruthlessly shattered his fantasy that he was the best candidate, he immediately applied the "who else but me" template of success to his master Byron.

"King! His Highness Byron is a natural born king!
With such natural qualifications to be a king, it would be a waste of His Highness' precious life if he simply spent his time having children with a bunch of beauties to continue his bloodline, or just eating, drinking and having fun.

I will never allow this to happen.

I, Beretania, solemnly swear: From today on, I will do my best to assist Your Highness in achieving great things.

I will urge Your Highness not to enjoy himself, not to travel, not to get sick, to be strict with himself, to cherish time as if it were gold, to be indomitable, to struggle hard, to take revenge as his career, and to temper himself into steel.

Devote your life to the great cause of national restoration, day after day, night after night!

Of course, me too.”

Even bystanders can clearly feel the enthusiasm in his eyes.

Jacqueline, who came here with Deathwing, glanced at him silently and sneered in her heart:

"I still prefer your rebellious side. I'm not used to you like this. Can you calm down for a while?"

Thanks to this group of convinced Lancaster Party, after World War I, Byron [Sea Hunter]'s legendary level finally reached 20 points.

But at this time.

Beretania, who had mastered the [Breath of All Things], and Byron, who was always paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, both looked cold at the same time, and discovered that new changes had occurred on the battlefield.

The series of strange abilities that came with the Mad Blood Disaster made them almost forget that Balboa, the adventurer who had passed all eight extreme tests, had a very famous title during his lifetime.

It's called the Infinite Evolver!
(End of this chapter)