Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 358 Tell Xiaowo, I want to eat fish
Byron has quite a few forbidden books in his hands, and several of them have reached the level of [Bloodline Original Book] that can touch the realm of God.

The "Ceremony of a Thousand Faces" snatched from Beatrice, the Enchantress of Change; the "Alchemy of Life" inherited from the great pirate Flint through the Pirate Treasure Chest Promotion Ceremony;
There is also the "Dragon Crown" that was just extracted from the "God" Itsumna.

By referring to each other, he not only confirmed that the "Dagon" was already a mythical creature that had touched the realm of God.

I also witnessed with my own eyes the new path forward for the mythical creatures after they touched upon the realm of the gods by balancing their "divinity" and "animal nature".

"Dagon seems to have taken a big step on the path to becoming a god, which is completely different from those beings in the Bantaan Islands who have the title of gods but are merely nature spirits.

It is powerful in its own right, and has broken free from the constraints of the public legal network, building its own belief network from scratch.

He also has his own three-part honorific name: the ancient among the deep-sea clans, the loyal guard of Luoyan City, and the abyss nightmare that controls the ocean currents!

This is the standard configuration of the divine realm."

Byron thought of his three-part honorific name, which he had revised several times but never finalized, and his face turned slightly red:
“Before the third bloodline sublimation is held and the corresponding realm is reached, the so-called three-stage honorific name is just a game. It has no other function except for fun.

But once you reach the divine realm, this is equivalent to the identity code of a supernatural being in mysticism.

Once this honorable name is pronounced, it will have a powerful and unique direction.

In various mystical rituals centered on this being, this three-part name is needed as a key.

Only by pronouncing the honorific name accurately can the ritual be effective and receive a response from the gods."

The young man possessed by Byron quickly ran out of the residential area, leaving behind the devout prayers of the townspeople.

“However, anyone who dares to recite this thing casually and open his or her spirituality to a strange higher-level being will most likely encounter misfortune.

The best outcome is to become the other party's [anchor] and share the other party's powerful side effects from the 'animal' side.

If you encounter a hungry guy who is not picky about food, it is not impossible that he will degenerate into a crazy beast on the spot."

In the Old World, taboo knowledge is rare, and this dangerous name is even less circulated. This is also due to the church's strict blockade during the dark millennium, which prevented various wild grass-headed gods from proliferating.

However, this situation may soon be broken.

Since even some cardinals and saints are planning to become angels on earth, or even gods.

It is conceivable that countless people could not withstand the temptation of eternal life and began to study the forbidden knowledge to reach the realm of gods.

If Hastings can cooperate with the Bloodthirsty Cult, then other powerful people can naturally cooperate with other dark wizard cults. This kind of thing cannot be stopped at all.

Of course Byron was too embarrassed to blame others. After all, he was the one who had gone the furthest on this route!
In addition, Byron also learned from the memory of the lamplighter Nils Henrik that the so-called subordinate gods of the Sleeping God include Dagon, the Nightmare of the Abyss.

There are also Jörmungandr, the god of war Tiel, the god of youth Etong, the god of darkness Hodu, and so on, nearly as many as there are on one’s fingers.

This means that they have at least reached the level of fourth-order mythical creatures, and they are all ancient gods in the mythology of the Beidiwan people.

As Byron walked, he shared his findings with Violet:
"The extraordinary system here has obviously changed again.

On the surface, like the Bantaan Islands, they are based on black magic, but they no longer believe in gods and natural spirits. Instead, they regard themselves as gods and use believers as [anchors].

Moreover, using an existing name of God has a stronger anchoring power than creating a new name of God from scratch.”

By using this title that has a long history, no owner, and is sufficiently compatible with oneself, one can draw on the civilization, history, and legends that are bound to an entire nation.

Anchor yourself firmly in the collective subconscious of your nation and stabilize yourself.

Even if you don't have a career in the Ladder of Glory, you can still resist the strong pull of animal nature.

But what is damaged is the collective interests of the entire Beidiwan people.

Byron and Violet are both direct descendants of [Blue Dragon King] Reinhard, and they are also the overall interests of the entire Bay ethnic group. The so-called collective interests are their interests.

After figuring out the whole story, they couldn't help but curse in their hearts:

"Damn thief! How dare you steal our things?

Can you be called a Wanmin if you have Wanmin blood? Are you born in a stable a horse? Expel them, expel them from the tribe!"

After the collapse of the North Sea Empire, the main bay nations are now the Hastings, Anchor Bay, and Kalmar Union.

The ruler of the Alliance, [Queen of Eternal Night] Margaret, only has one sickly grandson left who was born with hemophilia.

This pair of male and female thieves had long regarded the entire power of the Beidiwan people as their own possession.

Usually they are the ones who snatch other people’s shares, but today someone actually dared to snatch them away. If they can tolerate this, what else can’t they tolerate?

The Bay Princess Violet also rarely showed her true colors as a female pirate leader in front of Byron: "Since they call themselves the descendants of the 'exiles', they must have done something bad when they were exiled hundreds of years ago.

Our ancestor was too indecisive. If he had killed them all earlier, there wouldn’t be the trouble we have today.
Even if it is difficult to kill openly for various reasons.

Wouldn't they die from "running aground" or "falling into the water" or "being attacked by sea monsters"?

Byron, who is the best at rooting out trouble, is more lovable and pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at him. "

Of course, what Byron would not say is that the reason why he went to such great lengths to acquire shares in the "Bantaan Cathedral United Stock Company" was to plan for the titles of "the youngest son of the Creator" and "the younger brother of the Son of God."

It is also for the purpose of completing the third blood sublimation in the future, and preparing to take advantage of the [Silver Law] after being promoted to the fourth level and stepping into the divine realm.

What they do is no different from those "fake gods" of the Deep Sea Church.

Following Nils' memory, they soon ran to the pier at the edge of the town.

Here a huge, freshly captured Leviathan whale is being cut up.

"Hurry up and don't wait until the fish starts to stink."

Workers stripped the blubber from the whale in large strips and hung them on the hooks of a pulley block. People on the shore would then use a winch to pull the blubber onto the dock.

It is then further divided and boiled in large iron pots to refine it into usable whale oil.

A hole was opened in the whale's head, and then a thin worker stripped naked and crawled in, using a wooden barrel to scoop out the most precious spermaceti oil bit by bit.

The dock was covered in blood and oil; it was like a bloody hell.

As they worked they sang strange poems:
".One day, the deep-sea creatures crawling in the mud will carve themselves on stone slabs and receive worship from the creatures on land;

One day, they will rise from the waves, stretch out their claws and drag these weak and pathetic humans into the deep sea;

One day, the land will sink to the bottom of the sea, and the black ocean continent will rise up to replace this upside-down world."

What first caught Byron's attention was not the bloody scene of refining whale oil, nor the poem, but the whale oil equipment that could be seen everywhere:
The whale oil stove, which can cook whale oil without firewood, can also be called a "whale oil flamethrower". With a little modification, it can become a powerful weapon;
The winch that could hoist a whole whale was not powered by human power, but a peculiar whale oil steam-powered furnace;
The powerful crossbows on whaling ships also seem to use whale oil to heat water, provide steam power, and can be used in stormy weather.

I couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded:

“While we are still cheering for the discovery of whale oil, whale oil technology in the New World has already been popularized to this extent?

Fortunately, they did not have whale oil powered warships, otherwise, during the Age of Discovery, it would be unclear who would colonize whom. "

Hundreds of years ago, the colonists from the Old World used guns and cannons from the Iron Age to blast open the door to the Neolithic Age for the indigenous people.

But when they got here, they found that the New World had already entered the whale oil steam era, and they were the ones who were crushed by technology?
Obviously, who can stipulate that the civilizations these adventurers encounter during their overseas colonial activities will definitely be weak civilizations?
In the unknown dark forest, every opponent may be a hunter with a gun.

And every hunter may become a sad prey in the next moment!
Fortunately, the whale oil technology research in Kuroshio Town and the Deep Dive Church seemed to have not been started for too long.

It is still at the stage of using whale oil to boil water.

Under the guidance of the pirate king Harold the Whale Hunter, they arrived in the New World early enough and still had a chance to catch up.

The [Silver Law] system is best at gathering people, especially the "Key to Omniscience" of public libraries, which can gather wisdom from all quarters and greatly improve research and development efficiency.

Seeing this situation, as a qualified pirate, the first reaction was of course to rob them.

They took back both the technology and the talent, lighting up the whale oil technology of the Old World.

Realizing the good intentions of the pioneer, the Whale Hunter, Byron's eyes dimmed, and he said silently in his heart:

"Tell Xiao Snail that I want to eat fish!"

However, before the Golden Deer could take action, it threw away the guise of an adventure ship and entered the battlefield in pirate ship mode.

On the dark sea not far away, a yellow light with great penetrating power suddenly flashed, sometimes bright and sometimes dim. It was a signal from an Old World sailing ship in distress and asking for help.

Obviously, besides them, there were other outsiders who arrived in this sea area.

Seeing the lights of help on the sea in the distance, everyone in the open-air refinery, which was originally bustling with activity, froze as if the pause button had been pressed.

Then, they all turned their heads to the distressed sailboat and said in unison in a low, slightly hoarse voice:

"Another fish is coming, quack quack"

(End of this chapter)