Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 542 History began with man creating God!

The Holy Silver Empire, Florence, the capital of art.

The famous wealthy family Ferdinand ruled over this continental art center, a prosperous city with the largest number of Palace Sequence Transcendents.

As the family motto goes: "Ferdinand gives the world!"

One hundred years before the Age of Exploration, they began to sponsor various literary and artistic undertakings and trained a large number of great artists, including writers, poets, painters, sculptors, musicians, and even magicians and clowns.
Over time, a huge literary and artistic force was formed, which led to the grand Renaissance movement at the beginning of this century.

A corner of the iron curtain of civilization that had imprisoned dark thoughts for thousands of years was torn open.

Let the old continent, which has been ruled by various church precepts for thousands of years, bathe in the sunshine of humanities and arts again.

It also makes more and more people realize that human beings themselves are the creators and masters of real life, not the gods and churches that are high above them.

Some people say that without this movement, no one would dare to rebel against the church, there would be no Protestantism, and there would be no religious reform and religious wars.
Of course, the [Silver Law] would not be as turbulent as it is now.

The Ferdinand family and the Florence they ruled undoubtedly changed the course of history of the entire Old Continent.

If we evaluate historical influence like Byron's [Logbook], the Renaissance would definitely have a higher influence than the Bay Renaissance!

On this day, in the library of the Faculty of Arts of the University of Florence funded by the Ferdinand family, many Palace Sequence Extraordinaries wearing glasses and full of scholarly air were here to look up information, repair ancient books, and quietly create.

rustling.
The only sounds in the entire library were the turning of pages and light footsteps.

The extraordinary people in this sequence have different names in different periods, such as writers, poets, novelists, screenwriters, etc., but in essence they all use poetry, novels, biographies and other texts as carriers to exert their extraordinary abilities.

You can summon characters from your own works to help you in battle, summon stunning beauties to sleep with you, and summon scene descriptions or extraordinary powers to come to reality and turn the fake into the real.
The fuller and more logical the characters and storylines are, the more readers will be moved, the more emotions they will invest, and the stronger the performance will be.

Even when they write a "phenomenal" work, they can exert a powerful force beyond their own level.

For example, in the legendary classic "The Republic", there really is an ideal and perfect country hidden.

High-Sequence Legendary Writers also possess an ability called [True Script], which allows them to use history as a blueprint to create stories that fit reality.

Writing the future in a story can, to a certain extent, influence the fate of certain individuals in the real world, but no one has ever seen it with their own eyes.

On an old table in the corner of the library, a hardcover tome that looked even older, "History of the Silver Continent", was opened.

The first sentence of the article is an outrageous statement that is absolutely blasphemous to all believers in the Creator: "History began when man created God!"

The history book slowly turned the pages, turning over different chapters one by one.

Among them, there are particularly many chapters on the nine westward expeditions of the knights of the East Coast Church and the Fall of the Holy City, and the Renaissance.

One biography states:

"King Richard I of the Hattings Plantagenet dynasty almost conquered the Holy City during the Third Crusade, but his great cause was ended by a stray arrow, and the holy relic "Broken Arrow of the Lionheart" was born."

Here is a more recent biography:

"This year, Henry V of the House of Hastings and Lancaster, the Hammer of the Iris, won the siege of Meaux in the Iris, and he was in high spirits.

However, his glory was short-lived, and when he reached the pinnacle of political power, death was quietly approaching him. "

Then there is a pile of ink that has been repeatedly erased and corrected:

"On his way to conquer the Iris Kingdom, he avoided the battlefield arrows similar to his ancestor Richard I, the Lionheart King. He relied on his keen intuition and his fifth-level rank to avoid a heavy fall from his horse. The exploding cannon could only take away a little of his flesh.
Finally, while hunting down the new king of Iris, Charles VII of the Valois dynasty, the brother of his wife Catherine of Valois, he contracted dysentery from eating unclean food.

Henry V's condition soon worsened, and he died on August 8 at the Château de Vincennes outside the royal capital of Iris after dictating his will.

The most promising empire of this century and the hope of forming a second crown came to an abrupt end.

That’s how history should be.”

After turning over a dozen pages, the history that just happened last year appeared:
“Cardinal Archbishop Martin could no longer tolerate the tyranny and unlimited exploitation of the people by the church’s top brass, and took the lead in sounding the charge against the traditionalists.

He nailed his own Ninety-Five Theses on the door of All Saints Church in Wittenberg.
At this point, the dissatisfaction of countless people converged into a torrent that destroyed the foundation of the traditional rule.

The Protestant Church may have had good intentions, but this move was tantamount to removing a large portion of the necrotic internal organs of a terminally ill patient. It was really too hasty.

The Silver Law, which had been crumbling since 1453, was finally torn apart completely.

That’s how history should be.”

Obviously, this is no ordinary history book.

It records every key historical node on the Old Continent in great detail, and is modified according to the wishes of the owner of the history book, guiding it in a predetermined direction.

I turned over a few more pages, which were "The Remit Massacre in the Southern Continent", "The Final Battle of the Red and White Rose War", and "The Beast Tide of the Kalmar Alliance".
In different historical chapters, some have more graffiti and some have less.

From these constantly changing variables, we can see that the owner of the history book cannot perfectly control the overall situation, and can only influence the course of history to a certain extent by interfering with key figures.

At the end of some chapters, the words "history should have been like this" appeared, proving that the story ended according to the script;

Some do not, which means that the intervention power of this history book is not omnipotent.

The page of history stops at the penultimate page. A new chapter of history, and also a chapter of the future, has been written in advance:
“The Sea of ​​​​the Sea has become a battlefield for the Kingdom of Castile and the Star-Moon Empire to fight for hegemony.

On one side is the dual fleet of Isabella and Fernando, and on the other side is the joint fleet of the Puppet King and the Star-Moon Empire.

In the future, they will gradually become weaker as they wear each other down, and will no longer be able to interfere with what is happening on the mainland."

There are traces of a lot of graffiti and repeated revisions at the back.

"The legendary pirate Bloodsail Mihawk, who lives in the Sea of ​​​​the Sea, is inspired by the deeds of Byron Lancaster, the King of the Wild Hunt, and is seeking the position of the Pirate King of the Sea of ​​​​the Sea of ​​​​the Sea.

If you want to achieve the title of King, the most convenient way is to get the full support of a powerful force.

He was hesitating, not knowing whether to bet on the two kings of Castile, or the Puppet King and the Star-Moon Empire.

But as a Castilian, he is obviously more inclined to support the former, and will soon take action. As a key minority, his decision will upset the balance of power. "

A quill pen fell, and continued to modify based on the automatically generated history:
"[Bloodsail] Mihawk is a romantic man, and even has a second title, [Bar Prince].

His favorite Kimpsey dancer was seriously ill, so he had to leave the sea temporarily and take her to the colony to seek help from a witch doctor.

This would take at least a month, during which time he would be unable to do anything.

That’s how history should be.”

Finding that there was no sign that the history book had been automatically altered by the correction force, it began to run smoothly according to the rhythm of the story. The owner of the history book then turned to the next page.

It clearly reads: Saint Byron, the fourth king of the Lancastrian dynasty of the Kingdom of Hattings [King of the Wild Hunt].

"The young king, like his predecessors, has the ambition to rebuild the empire.

But just like the failed [Blue Dragon King] Reinhard, [Lionheart King] Richard I, [Iris Hammer] Henry V, [Queen of Eternal Night] Margaret I, he will never succeed!"

The quill pen fell, and the tip of the pen scratched across the paper, making a rustling sound.

"The countries around the North Sea facing the 'Third Ring Road' will not only fail to reunite, but will also become the first powder keg that causes the continent's order to collapse and plunge into a full-scale war among the countries.

The Old God Church from the Eastern Continent has been sharpening its knives, and is about to present a long-prepared gift to the Old Continent.

It is the focus of the dispute between Protestantism and Orthodoxy, and is also a treasure that some people have been striving for, but the way it will appear will be beyond the expectations of all people in the Old World.

Yes, all the countries surrounding the North Sea will fall under the endless tide of beasts, and then the entire Old Continent will fall.

This young king who was caught up in the torrent of the times could not stand alone. His power as a king and a pseudo-god was as small as a stone in the coming great era.

He may struggle hard, but he cannot change his tragic fate.

In the end, he will be just like his predecessors, like a shooting star across the night sky, brilliant but short-lived!

That’s how history should be.”

A pair of clean hands closed the book again.

“If it weren’t for me and this holy relic [the first history book of the Silver Age], I wonder how many people would be the hegemons and how many would be the emperors on this scattered continent with so many small countries?

Why do the characters in the book need to have their own thoughts? They just need to dance along with my pen.

My arrangement is the most correct history!"

The owner of the history book took out his pocket watch and took a look at it, then leisurely put the "History of the Silver Continent" under his armpit and left his original seat.

He had just stood up when a red iron meteorite carrying a long line of fire pierced through the window of the library and crashed down where he had originally sat.

The huge amount of light, fire, smoke, and dust, accompanied by one after another of shrill screams, instantly broke the original tranquility of the library.

But when the smoke and dust cleared, there was only a one-meter-deep hole on the ground and half of a ruined wall, but no trace of the "writer" was there.

Kingdom of Hattings, on the shores of the Holy Lake Langos.

Looking down from the sky, the lake scenery in April is beautiful, with gauze-like morning mist surrounding the rolling mountains and sapphire-like clear lake water rippling.

Although the kingdom's holy lake has the word "holy" as a prefix, it has nothing to do with the church or any other religious figures.

It's just because an ancient sacred object rooted in the history of this land and nation has been sleeping here for more than 1,500 years.

"Hey~"

A loud horse neigh echoed through the valley, and a gorgeous rainbow bridge appeared in the sky.

The eight-legged Pegasus, as big as a hill, followed closely behind, and its figure gradually shrank to a smaller size, landing extremely lightly on the shore of the holy lake covered with green grass.

Two girls, wearing a blue and a white chiffon dress and white rubber flip-flops, jumped off the broad horseback one after another.

Seeing the beautiful scenery in front of me that was different from the seaside scenery, I couldn't help but cheer.

She threw the slippers on her feet to Byron, and two pairs of crystal clear, small bare feet that looked like works of art dipped into the lake, and the toes painted in sapphire blue and silver pink gently stirred the water.

Some time ago, the great wizards of the Bloodthirsty Cult have used genetic information marking technology to cultivate a high-yield dandelion variety, and rubber can be extracted from dandelion roots.

Through testing, it was found that the rubber extracted from dandelions is no different from natural rubber in performance and quality, and the rubber extracted from dandelions is stronger and has a higher yield.

Compared with natural rubber, rubber extracted from dandelion roots is less dependent on climate and has lower planting conditions and costs.

They have planted large quantities of rubber dandelions around the planned industrial centers, which has greatly improved logistics costs and environmental burdens.

Soon, we will no longer need to import natural rubber from the rain forests of the southern continent.

Since the output has skyrocketed, in addition to key uses such as steam engines and various sealing workpieces, it can naturally be applied to other fields.

"Catherine, it's too hot in the colony. How about we build a holiday villa here? We can stay here for a few days every summer.

Just treat it as the summer resort Byron mentioned a few days ago." "Okay, I'll allocate the funds."

Byron held his sisters' shoes and shook his head helplessly, pointing to the side:
"You should at least respect the Holy Lake and the dignified Level 0 Holy Relic, the Sword in the Stone."

On the lakeside next to it, there was a square boulder covered with traces of wind and frost. In the middle of it was a gray, unsheathed sword. The hilt and the blade seemed to have turned into stone over the long years.

Not even a hint of the charm of a level-0 relic can be seen.

On the stone, however, there was an elven inscription clearly engraved: "Whoever can pull this sword from the stone platform will be the king of the whole land."

According to legend, the Sword in the Stone, also known as the Sword of the Chosen King, is a peerless holy sword made of all the precious metals imaginable in the world.

This sword not only symbolizes royal power, but also represents the earliest metallurgy in the Old World.

The reason for the ability to "choose a king" is that whoever can pull out this sword will be the destined ruler of the entire territory.

Just like the imperial seal from another world, it represents the unquestionable "Mandate from Heaven" and is the most powerful claim above all others.

Unfortunately, in history, no one, including Byron himself, could pull it out, whether it was the Pirate Emperor [Blue Dragon King], the later Plantagenet, Lancaster, York, or every member of the royal family who tried.

Byron always suspected that the holy sword was not choosing a king, but only the true king recognized by this land was qualified to pull it out.

So I decided to wait until I became a true fifth-level legendary pirate queen before giving it a try.

Yesterday, after Byron discovered the secret of the Oak Sage, he made a tough statement that he would turn all the colonists who had smuggled in from the Corridor of Truth into slaves.

However, he was also aware that if each sect had one or two fifth-order false gods, it would be completely beyond his ability to cope with the kingdom's guardian, [Lord of the Nest] Hawkins.

Even if he summoned the [King's Left Hand] Guards, he could only fight one against two at most. If he fought one against three, he might be beaten to death.

Especially after learning that someone had been secretly planning for many years to accelerate the division of the old continent and prevent all possibilities of unification.

He felt as if there was an extra pair of eyes above his head and felt a huge and real pressure.

Unknown enemies make people feel particularly unsure.

So the next day I decisively came here.

His three legs: body: Shinto to expand believers; heart: sprint 1% of the spiritual realm to make all things return to one; spirit: seize the Kalmar throne, complete the "Pirate Kingship" ceremony and become the Storm King. All these take time.

Apart from this, we can only rely on external objects, and the [Sword in the Stone] is the first choice.

It’s just that Byron had failed once before, so he wasn’t too nervous. He kept calm and thought, if I succeed, I’m lucky, if I fail, it’s my fate.

He took a few steps forward and stood in front of the square boulder and the holy sword, and grasped the hilt with his right hand.

Of course, Catherine and Violet didn't really come along to play.

When they looked at each other, a spiritual glow suddenly appeared on their bodies.

call--!
The two huge monsters protected Byron on the left and right. The mithril dragon wings covered the sky, and the Leviathan whale caused the lake water to rise sharply.

The birth of treasures is usually accompanied by strange phenomena, and the two of them are mainly here just in case.

No one cared about it in the past because no one could take it away. But if it were really pulled out now, I wonder how many people would be jealous of the level zero relic.

Byron first used the "Echoes of History" technique on the Sword in the Stone, and unexpectedly made new discoveries beyond the myths passed down orally:
"As everyone knows, the Sword in the Stone is the sword of the Knight King in the Age of Mythology.

But few people know that it is actually a fragment of the holy sword [Sword in the Tree] Guram in the Taiwanese pantheon.

Legend has it that on the day of the wedding ceremony of King Sigurd, a certain ancient Bay Republic king, and Sigourney, a one-eyed man in ragged clothes and a hat visited the big house.

He thrust the sword into the 'Children's Tree' and said to the crowd: 'Whoever pulls out this sword will be the owner of the sword as a reward.'

After he left, the shocked crowd realized that this was actually the democratic god of Taiwan [the god of prophecy, royal power and the wild hunt] Woden.

This sword is the royal power he bestowed upon human monarchs, symbolizing victory, glory and oath.

Later, the sword broke in a war between gods and was recast by human craftsmen, giving it the symbol of mankind's earliest metallurgical creation.

It roamed the world during the mythological era, leaving behind an eternal legend. Not only has the name of "The Sword in the Stone" not faded with time, but its legendary status has become increasingly higher.

Every time it is passed down from mouth to mouth by the people, it is forged. After 1,500 years of forging, it has become one with the land, possessing the authority of both man and land, and has become even more powerful.

Perhaps a crown would be a fitting match."

This treasure was obviously stronger than expected, but Byron was not happy and had a bad feeling in his heart.

"I don't have a crown right now."

But, it has come.

He took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and every bone, muscle, and fascia in his body gathered into one, slowly exerting force.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
His muscles bulged, and the ripples of power made the air around him explode. Even the military uniform on his upper body suddenly exploded into thousands of rags, revealing his perfect muscle lines like those of a marble sculpture.

The holy sword, which had been unresponsive for more than a thousand years, actually glowed faintly at this moment.

The dust and rust on the surface are peeled off bit by bit, revealing the original brilliant color.

Catherine and Violet were surprised and used their huge bodies to block the light from the Sword in the Stone.

"Drink it! Get up!"

Byron felt that his hands were slightly loose.

A circle of divine light as brilliant as the sun exploded behind his head. If it weren't for the two sisters blocking it, the light would be enough to illuminate the entire valley surrounded by mountains.

His eyes turned into golden dragon pupils, scales appeared on his body, and he had already used all his strength except for fully unfolding his mythical form [Ouroboros].

The sword and the rock began to shake violently.

Then there was a loud "boom".

Byron actually lifted up the Sword in the Stone!

At this moment, he seemed to hear the sound of bells and drums, and the sound of horns and trumpets.

The knights vibrated their armor, making rustling sounds.

Countless subjects bowed to him once, twice, and three times, shouting in unison: "Long live him!"

The shouts of "Long live the emperor" from millions of people reached the sky.

The calls, shouts, music, the sound of armor flapping, and the sounds of bells and drums were surging, like a resonance between heaven and earth, resounding throughout the North Sea.

However, before Byron started to feel elated, he was stunned when he looked up.

"Ah?"

The sword was indeed raised, but what was raised was not only the sword, but also the square boulder that was as big as a hill on which the sword was inserted.

Obviously, it was not that he had met the conditions to draw out the holy sword. It was simply that he was so strong that bricks flew flying. His brute force, which was more abnormal than that of the monsters, was used to achieve success again.

The noise he heard just now was just an illusion in his mind.

Byron danced twice, and the sharp whistling sound proved that even this square stone that sealed the "Sword in the Stone" was a weapon that could cause injuries or death if touched or hit.

"But, what I want is not the Meow Meow Hammer. If I use that thing to fight with others on the sea, the ship will sink first, okay?
The most important thing is that without the prerequisite holy sword, the ability of the sword cannot be fully utilized. Fighting with this thing is no better than holding an anchor."

All the strange phenomena disappeared, and the two queens turned back into human form.

She wanted to pat her husband's shoulder to comfort him, but she couldn't reach it. Violet and Catherine's two outstretched hands naturally fell on his chest and abdominal muscles.

While touching, he comforted:

"It's okay. It's already amazing to have made it this far."

"At least the Sword in the Stone is no longer a mysterious object, and has revealed its true form to you. I believe that you will be able to truly unseal the sword sooner or later."

Byron had no other choice. In order to prevent the sword from being stolen by the false god who would come to the kingdom in the future, he simply swallowed the stone and the sword into the River Styx in the shadow.

However, the effort to pull out the Sword in the Stone was thwarted once again.

But the advantage of betting on multiple sides and moving forward at the same time lies here. If things don’t go well in one place, there will always be another. The other arrangement is going very smoothly.

At this time, Count Hordalan had already returned to the Kalmar Union with the special medicine given to him by Byron and a contact account on Financial Street.

They went at night and returned at night, and were not discovered by the Kalmar Navy, which was badly damaged and full of holes.

He and his vassal officials witnessed with their own eyes that the officers and soldiers infected with "coelenteritis" recovered one by one after taking the medicine.

All of them were so excited that their faces flushed.

Some people even shouted in defiance of the ban: "Praise the father of medicine!"

However, there were also vassal with clear minds who asked Earl Hordaland:

"Your Excellency, the King of the Wild Hunt would not help us for nothing, would he? What conditions did he put forward?"

The young count shook his head:

“His Majesty the King of the Wild Hunt invited me to experience the effects of the medicine for myself. He did not charge me any money and did not ask me for anything.

He just told me that he has a dream to make the North Sea Empire great again. Isn't it natural for him to help his fellow Bay People?"

Then, he looked around at the vassal and officers who were thoughtfully watching him and continued:
"Everyone, ever since the leader of the reformist nobles, Gustav Vasa, was assassinated in the street for opposing the church (Chapter 97), the person we have been waiting for has appeared."

He couldn't help but show respect in his eyes, and said firmly:
"It's not because of anything else, it's just because he's kind!"

After hearing this, the others were startled for a moment, then nodded vigorously in agreement.

People with straightforward personalities are the most clear about good and evil. As long as they can be good to their own people, isn't that the greatest good?

Otherwise, do we have to follow the example of the [Queen of Eternal Night] and continue to lick the church?
In comparison, the gap between the two is particularly clear.

Count Hordalan saw his subordinates' attitudes and his eyes became completely firm. He instructed his trusted butler:

"Invite the gentlemen of the Reform Party and the young military officers to the ball for me.

It is time to hand over the future of the five countries of Taiwan to our young people.”

(End of this chapter)