Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 411: How the Kings of Volumes Became

It was a dark night, and a crescent blood moon looked like a blood-stained scythe of the god of death, casting a large area of ​​ominous and dirty red light on the entire "Beast Paradise".

On the vast and primitive continent, mountains rise and fall, and forests that are many times taller than other places sway rustlingly. Every blade of grass, every tree, every flower and every stone comes to life under the blood moon.

Monsters lurked in the shadows, evil spirits whimpered, and the deserted forbidden area was suddenly filled with noise.

"All things have spirits" may be just a fantasy of mortals in awe of nature in other places, but it is obviously true here.

This is a wild land where the natural world accounts for a much larger proportion than the human world.

There is a [grotesque centipede] that is as big as a metal motorcycle, has a human face, and its thousands of tentacles have been replaced by human feet;
There are [Monsters·Sinkhole Worms] that roam deep underground. With one mouth, they can create a huge sinkhole on the ground, which is enough to swallow up a small tribe of humans in an instant.
There are rotten corpses contaminated by the blood moon, crawling out of their tombs and wandering around chasing after any smell of fresh flesh and blood;

There are also [evil spirits and fire ghosts] who died tragically due to large-scale wildfires. They travel through the mountains and forests in groups, spreading the seeds of fire to one forest after another, and want to make other creatures become exactly like them.
At this time of day, even the bravest natives would close their doors and seek shelter from the tribe's guardian spirits.

But even so, every night some small tribes were attacked by evil spirits and monsters.

Men, women, old and young were all killed, and no one was left alive.

This can be seen from the "Book of Beast Families" (Volume 2) which was tailor-made for nature spirits.

Perhaps humans have never been the masters of this continent, but are just ordinary members of the countless creatures struggling to survive.

The Sun Empire, which lives in a remote corner under the protection of the Sun God Inti, is just an example.

Under the blood moon, there was a sound of breaking through the air.

call out!call out!
Two large ravens with black feathers and golden eyes each held a fresh rubber branch with leaves in their claws, and flew at high speed in the clouds with their broad wings flapping.

Flying faster and faster, the body suddenly turned into an illusory afterimage, sometimes appearing at the bottom of the clouds in the material world, sometimes crashing into the waves of the source sea, and sometimes piercing through the biting cold wind at the edge of the world.

They seem to be able to move freely in the three-layer world without any restraint, and can come and go freely even in the danger-ridden Beast Paradise.

At least the existence of the middle sequence is not even qualified to discover their figures.

When they were passing through the edge of the world again, they suddenly rolled their eyes, and the shadow of a huge ghost ship was reflected in their golden pupils.

A figurehead of the Blue Dragon King was placed at the bow of the ship, and the ship was filled with translucent ghosts with missing limbs. A large string of coffins were strung together behind the ship with ropes.

With the sails fully inflated, we sail on the route between the fissure trench and the collective subconscious sea of ​​the bay residents.

Numerous ghost warships on both wings traveled with them, with battle flags flying and ghost lights blazing. Their momentum was no less than that of the notorious evil spirits and monsters in the Beast Park.

"If other people's ships carry a hundred undead, we have to carry a thousand!

Others make one trip a week, but our Blue Dragon King makes one trip a day!
While others work alone, we are going to organize a ferry fleet in this underworld!
We are determined to be the Soul Ferry Performance Champion at World's Edge this year."

In the colonial war a few days ago, not only did the dragon head ship summon a large number of ship coffins and heroic spirits from "Valhalla" to help in the battle, but they were also stranded here in the end.

The colonial fleet that came from afar also suffered heavy losses.

These dead people need the help of the ghost ship to return to their hometown and return to the collective subconscious sea somewhere.

The money earned from the boat tickets was of no use to them, but the treasure trove and bank account passwords that the dead souls should have taken into the underworld were a windfall even for the Lancasters.

Not only that, when the ghost ship performs its duties, they will also receive spiritual gifts from the collective subconscious of mankind.

Especially Prince Sorenburg obtained the [Mystery of Theseus's Ship Spirit], and relying on the strong accumulation of a fourth-level extraordinary person, he quickly completed the sublimation of the essence of life.

The task of transporting the undead is itself a shortcut for him to quickly improve his strength. The more he transports, the faster his strength will increase.

Just like now, Prince Sorenburg and his [Blue Dragon King] are galloping on the road of the "Undead King".

And it is more "competitive" than any of its peers.

"Let's set a small goal first: to win the annual performance championship of Soul Ferry this year and show our face in front of the collective subconscious of mankind."

All these changes began when Byron confirmed his relationship with Violet and took her to meet his parents.

Edmund Lancaster was immediately delighted to see this Bay Princess who was a perfect match for his son and the heir to Anchor Bay.

Suddenly I felt that there was hope for my life and I was full of energy.

He changed his previous life of luxury and started a struggling life of "eating less than pigs, working more than cows, sleeping later than dogs and getting up earlier than chickens".

Some people think that children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, and if they don’t have children and grandchildren, they will enjoy their own happiness;

Others believe that: It is better to train yourself than to train your children. The efforts of three generations might as well start with me, so that at least my grandchildren don’t have to study hard for ten years to compete with other people’s family inheritance.

Perhaps no one is qualified to judge which of these two concepts is superior or inferior. After all, everyone has the right to choose his or her own lifestyle.

But it must be admitted that the ancestors of every great noble family were firm adherents of the latter concept.

This is also something that can't be helped.

The interests of populations, families and individuals are often not completely consistent, so it is normal to have some differences and sighs.

Of course, while the younger generations receive support from the family, they also have to shoulder corresponding responsibilities. They should enter into political marriages when necessary and go to the battlefield when necessary.

In the knight novels, those people who lived a life of luxury for the first ten years or so, but in the end abandoned their responsibilities and eloped with others, although they called it love, in reality it was just a bunch of selfish people making excuses for themselves.

If you want to be glorious in front of others, you must be beaten behind their backs.

Prince Sollenberg was apparently no exception.

No matter how hard life is, we must not let our children suffer; no matter how poor we are, we must not neglect education. For the bright future of Lancaster, we can only suffer a little more.

In the simple worldview of mortals, this is another form of "immortality" achieved in the name of Lancaster, allowing bloodline and family will to continue to be passed on.

The same goes for the other Lancasters who have died.

As the "last Lancaster", Byron now not only has the blessings of his ancestors and elders, but they are also working hard for him.

I was afraid that he would suddenly die one day.

Among them, the voice of cousin Edward, who moved to the edge of the world to live with the undead cattle and horses, was the loudest:
“Family members, completing the work is passing, exceeding the target is excellent, and perfect completion can satisfy our customers.

I usually encourage you for your own good. Small encouragement leads to small progress, big encouragement leads to big progress, and no encouragement leads to no progress.

If I catch anyone cheating, they're no longer family.

It was optimized, so it’s not my fault. ”

Ever since he transformed into a lich and was able to leave the Blue Dragon King freely, he has spent most of his time stationed on the Undead Farm at the edge of the world.

Most of the stupid corpses and undead creatures under his command had little intelligence and did not react much to his words, but Edward still enjoyed it and cracked the whip in his hand.

As a "sleepless man", he can work for 24 hours without rest and always stay awake. Urging others to work is his greatest pleasure in life.

I would rather work myself to death than let my colleagues die. Now that we are all dead, wouldn’t it be a loss if we don’t fight back?

Who dares to be more daring than me?!

This group of people is like a nest of catfish, bringing billions of shocks from the world of the living to the undead on the edge of the world. And this is because Byron just got a partner.

Once they give birth to children for the Lancaster family in the future, there is no telling how far this group of people will go under the leadership of Prince Thornburg.

I'm afraid that before he can become the "King of the Undead", he will have to take off the crown of "King of Scrolls" first.

In the future, when you wear this "king title" on your head, and let others hear it, it will have a kind of murderous aura of "no grass will grow wherever you pass", and anyone who encounters it will be terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

Under the system of the Holy Golden Empire, they are far from the only ones who are desperately engaged in internal competition.

Fujin and Wuni held onto the rubber branches and traveled through the world. With just a few flaps of their wings, they arrived at Whale Song Town at the edge of the Rift Trench.

The town's water dungeon had long been a stronghold for the Bloodthirsty Cult and the Skin Flaying Church, and no one went there to rest even late at night.

The oppressive groans caused by performing the autopsy without anesthesia had never stopped since the beginning.

As powerful and domineering as he was in the past, the murderous Edward Redbeard is now as miserable and helpless as he is now.

Faced with a group of more than a dozen third-level wizards, he was almost completely in despair. Although he had only been dissected for a few days, it felt like hundreds of years had passed.

Immortality has become a curse for him.

Just when he was reborn again, the surgeon Robert, the "Murderous Doctor", was about to cut off Red Beard's tongue again according to the instructions of his own high priest who was too kind-hearted to bear the screams of the test subject.

The pirate's lifeless eyes suddenly flashed with malice again, and he spoke with heavy breathing:

"I understand now, aren't you guys going to build some anatomical model?

But what if there are only men but no women?
Half of the experimental subjects are missing. Are you only going to treat men and not women in the future?"

These words made all the great wizards look at each other in surprise, but they had to admit that what he said did make a lot of sense.

"Red Beard is right. There is still a big difference between men and women. What should we do if we are short of materials for the large model?"

The corners of Red Beard's mouth curled up, this was exactly what he wanted.

He had long seen that these crazy dark wizards had no sense of morality for the sake of research.

As long as they attacked other teams of adventurers or the indigenous women on land, they could create chaos and give him a chance to escape.

'Kill, rob, I want to see a river of blood! Hehehehe'

But before he could be happy for long, Ms. Leech suddenly spoke up:
“Actually, I have an idea.

The High Priest is kind-hearted and does not allow us to kill innocent people, but he did not say that he does not allow us to use some inhumane methods on this 'volunteer'. "

Red Beard suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Then, the beautiful, feminine Ms. Leech took off a gold and silver metal ring from her slender fingers. The ring had a sun emblem on one side and a moon emblem on the other.

Smiling, he introduced to everyone:

“This is a [Cursed Object: Gender Transformation Ring].

As long as you put it on, the physiological transformation will be completed immediately.

When a man wears it, he can turn into a woman at night, and when a woman wears it, she can turn into a man during the day. Just flip the ring to reverse the day and night.

Anyone who wears it for more than a day will be completely transformed, and even if they take off the ring, they will never change back. "

If Byron were here, he would probably shout out: Wow, wow.

What did I say? You can never judge the gender of a "Giant Insect Book School" by appearance or title.

Look at the ring that Ms. Leech has been wearing on her hand for who knows how many days without taking it off. It is obvious that she/he herself is a person who has experienced the effect of the ring.

After realizing this, Edward the Redbeard turned pale and screamed miserably:
"No, no, don't spare me, I deserve to die! Let me die!"

But her left hand was grabbed and the mask was put on her little finger properly. Her body immediately began to deform, and in the blink of an eye she turned into a strong middle-aged woman.

Although his shoulders were strong enough for horse racing, he had everything he needed.

"Now we have female material, right?
This volunteer has a very high level of ideological awareness and even knows how to take the initiative to add burdens to himself.

From now on, we will cut open Mr. Red Beard on 1, 3, and 5, and Ms. Red Beard on 2, 4, and 6."

"What about Sunday?"

[Mosquito Master] provides support at the right time.

A group of great wizards said in unison:
"On Sundays, we are gentlemen during the day and ladies at night, hahahaha"

It's impossible to rest anyway.

If they don't rest, Red Beard won't be able to rest either.

The figures illuminated by the whale oil lamps were waving their claws and fangs on the wall, like demons.

Flutter.
At this time, two ravens flew into the dungeon, dropped a branch and an experimental plan, and then quickly flapped their wings away.

They also need to rush back to monitor the "widowed princess" and find an opportunity to seize the [Scarlet Holy Grail]. The rest can be left to the great wizards.

"It is the mission of the high priest."

The great wizards of the Bloodthirsty Order received a new research project, so they temporarily let Red Beard go and immediately devoted themselves to rubber research.

Plants are more convenient than animals. Just a little bit of tissue can be cultivated into a complete plant through black magic.

It would be impossible for these people to produce rubber for industrialization even if they worked themselves to death, but to meet the needs of scientific research, using one or two branches as raw materials is completely sufficient.

"Colleagues, please work hard and stay up all night to submit a preliminary experimental plan to the High Priest tomorrow morning."

"Roar!"

The Wilderness Sequence Mottos of these [Beast Tamers] are:
"I come, I see, I conquer!"

The goal is to conquer oneself, conquer nature, and then step by step transform the vast wilderness world into a humanized world where humans can survive.

As long as they domesticate wild species and turn them into biological resources that can be used by humans, they can greatly advance their extraordinary path.

In addition, the high priest, who was regarded as a saint and a prophet by everyone, pointed out the specific research direction, and everyone was ready to do something big.

Obviously, there are not so many workers in this world who hate working overtime.

What everyone hates is just that they don’t get rewarded for working overtime and the big promises made by their boss.

The mere fact that there will be rewards for your efforts is enough to make people roll up their sleeves and work hard.

(End of this chapter)