Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 407 Half Brothers
The facts are similar to what Byron guessed.

[Hammerhead God] Kopacati was indeed seriously injured in a previous conflict.

Even a large tribe under his command, which originally had thousands of people, was almost blown away by the rain and wind, and only such a small number of people escaped.

The gold and various wealth accumulated over the years were all looted.

The ones who took action were none other than another group of overseas colonizers!
The impact of the colonial war has begun to gradually emerge in the southern continent.

Perhaps for the Sun Empire, which is ruled by the [Sun God] Inti, foreign colonists only have a certain impact and cannot shake the foundation of the empire in a short period of time.

But for some small indigenous tribes it was a sheer disaster.

Kopacati was careless and defeated in a battle with outsiders. He had to give up his vast territory on an island at the northern end of the continent and migrate with his tribe and descendants.

I have just settled down in this crescent bay for less than two days.

He built a village, connected with the earth vein nodes, and re-anchored his own divine domain. But before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he encountered another warship from an alien.

This country totem god had no idea what the different flags on the ship meant and assumed they were all in the same group.

With hatred rising up in his heart, coupled with the need to eat humans to restore his spiritual stability, he decisively ordered his descendants of God to step forward and block the way.

When He heard Byron say "Please give me a favor", He subconsciously wanted to give the other party a favor and let the other party leave calmly.

Boom!

A slender black shadow, surrounded by countless cheering storm elves, turned into a siege crossbow, violently piercing through layers of rain and waves, and instantly broke into the water.

If He had not dodged quickly, He would have been nailed to the bottom of the sea by this "backhand salute".

But he himself could dodge, but he could not dodge the ground vein node under his body, and was deeply pierced by the [Ground Vein Sealing Plug] on the spot.

The divine domain shrouding the Crescent Bay and the tribe suddenly darkened, and the intensity of His power quickly dropped from the fourth level.

Although Byron did not have the magic-breaking stone pillar in his hand, he had countless amounts of the same magic-repelling material, white lead.

The underground maze of Treasure Island was originally filled with the byproducts of gold made by [Life Alchemy], and they took a lot of it with them when they left.

Plus, Violet's own alchemical experiments also produce output from time to time, which is equivalent to recycling waste, but the effect is better.

The most unfortunate thing for the Hammerhead God is that he has anchored his own divine domain at this earth vein node and has become the Amp of this place.

Now he was nailed to death by the sealing bolt, and he couldn't even leave the range of ten meters. It was even worse than when he was a bound spirit before.

"Battleship salvo, fire!"

Byron waved his hand.

The next moment, accompanied by singing and the whistling of the organ, the artillery fire from the Golden Deer roared, sweeping across the entire coastline where the enemy was like a whirlwind.

The first round only produced a cloud of white steam, mixed with shrill screams.

The second round of water vapor and waves was mixed with blood, and the screams became quieter and quieter.

By the third round, there was no sound in the turbid sea water, only a huge, tattered corpse slowly floated to the surface.

"Finish work."

Byron clapped his already spotless hands and looked at the scene of "cannons killing gods" in front of him without much emotion in his eyes.

This job is too easy.

These Apu who occupy the land as kings have a weakness, that is, they are imprisoned by the animation land.

The divine domains themselves are not large, and are not connected to form a network. They are just isolated points. Once they leave the divine domain, their power will drop significantly.

At worst, we can put down the [Fissure Seal] and then use artillery to bombard the ground, directly changing the terrain so that they won't even be able to escape.

This is because the colonists are not very clear about their background. If they find out their background after a while, this tribe will not be able to escape.

However, the [Sun God] does not have such concerns.

Not only did they establish a vast empire, they also implemented a centralized system, connecting points into a vast network of faith, and no longer relied on backward geomancy nodes.

To describe it using the theory of another world, there is a god in heaven and a god on earth.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Prince Atahualpa was also a smart man. He understood the core and essence of this combination of punches after only watching it once. He was so excited that his palms sparked:

“Excellent, very wonderful.

It turns out that these tough problems are not that hard to solve, you just have to find the right method.

This is no longer a simple weapon, but an infinitely vast territory in the Beast Paradise!"

It means even more to him personally.

This is not a cannon or a geomagnetic seal plug, but an "escape safety plug" that will allow him to escape unscathed in the future, and give him a chance to make a comeback even if he fails in his fight for the throne!
In the knowledge system of "The Book of Beast Families" (Volume 2), human beings themselves represent the greatest wealth.

Even if he was driven to the border of the empire, he could rely on this strategy to occupy a large territory and gather enough population.

Allow yourself the opportunity to condense your godhood and advance to the fifth level [pseudo-god].

With the help of human beings' own "variables" and their own personalities, it is easy to purify the blood of the tribe and turn them back into their own people.

He turned his head and looked at Byron, his eyes burning as he said, “Your Majesty, the Lord of Heaven, I want to place an additional order.

Let’s have another set of this combination, no, let’s have five sets!”

Byron was a little embarrassed and tried to stop him:
"Things like the Earth Vein Sealing Plug can be used over and over again. They won't break even after hundreds or thousands of years. I'll just give you a few. No money required."

This time he was particularly sincere and didn't act at all.

It’s nothing, this prince just gave too much!

Byron was afraid that if he was too petty, he would scare away this big client.

Unexpectedly, the prince waved his hand:
"No! Listen to me.

Just now I was purchasing on my own, but now I am purchasing on behalf of the empire as the Governor of Cumans Suyu.

As long as I return with this set of tactics and the population of the Hammerhead God tribe, the Council of Nobles will definitely approve the purchase plan.

Five sets are just a taste, the big one is still to come."

Obviously, who says that indigenous people cannot colonize themselves?

The territory of the Sun Empire is not large compared to the vast southern continent, and it has always suffered from the densely packed totem gods that are difficult to completely eradicate.

If we have this set of tactics, we can definitely expand our territory in a short period of time.

Byron suddenly realized:

"I see.

There are also discounts for purchasing in large quantities. I'll give you a discount.

Big customers can enjoy a 30% discount. The original price of a set of artillery and sealing bolts is 220,000, but now it only costs 150,000. "

The thirty-nine-fold profit margin was really too hot to handle for him, and he felt uneasy. He felt that it was not a long-term business, so this was a good excuse to give the prince some margin.

As the world's largest steel industrial base, Torrent Fortress can easily crush its peers simply by increasing sales volume and making small profits but quick turnover.

Unexpectedly, when Prince Atahualpa heard the discount, not only did he not show any joy on his face, but he suddenly frowned and emphasized again:

"Your Majesty, you didn't understand what I meant.

I mean the next deal is an official purchase and must be paid with public funds!"

In particular, the emphasis was placed on the word "public account".

"Public account? Oh."

After hearing this, Byron finally came to his senses.

In his Holy Golden Empire, after unifying all the city-states, the entire country belonged to him. Every blade of grass, every tree, every mountain, every river and every underground mineral all belonged to Lancaster.

But the master of the Sun Empire is someone else, who has belonged to the Sun God Inti for more than a thousand years.

These sons of God, governors, and kings are just professional managers at all levels under the centralized imperial system.

Therefore, the interests of the country are not completely the same as their interests, and the money in the national treasury is definitely not their money.

Even if the prince becomes a king one day, nothing will change.

Byron understood this and nodded decisively to the prince:

"I miscalculated just now. Since it is to be used by the Empire, the quality must be the best. At least it must be handmade by a master craftsman with 80 years of experience, limited edition, and additionally stamped with the emblem of the Empire of the Sun.

All we want is a good cannon, made by a master!
One price, five hundred thousand pounds per set!
However, I see that the shell buttons on your clothes are very unique. They must be antiques that have been passed down in the Empire of the Sun for thousands of years, right?

I'd buy it for three hundred thousand pounds!

We will purchase as many buttons as the number of artillery equipment produced.

The buying and selling of cannons and earth vein seal plugs is a business, and the buying and selling of buttons, no, works of art is also a reasonable business.

Your Highness, you will not refuse a collector's small pursuit of art, right?"

The two looked at each other and saw the mutual admiration in each other's eyes.

Then they all laughed:
"Hahaha"

The rich people's desire for money is still endless. They may not care about small amounts of money, but they will never let go of big amounts of money.

The rich man doesn't mind having more money. He can make money while doing big things. It's really wonderful!

In other words, if he didn't have this quality, where did his family get the money in the beginning? How could he become the richest of the four governors?

At this point, after the two of them had carried guns together and divided the loot together, all the feelings of alienation disappeared in an instant.

Even though they had only known each other for a day, their "feelings" were already no different from those of a pair of half-brothers.

Mr. Byron's journey to the southern continent has made the road wider and wider!

Even with 39 times the profit in hand, I feel very secure.

(End of this chapter)