Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 546: A battle in the air, a glimpse of the clues

Where the southern part of the Eternal Night Peninsula borders the mainland is the northern border of the Holy Silver Empire, which is composed of many scattered city-states. Of course, there is no time difference between the art capital Florence and the three kingdoms of Kalmar.

The mysterious man, whose name cannot be mentioned, woke up from his dream and immediately realized that his plan had gone terribly wrong.

Without even having time to put on his shoes, he rushed in front of the "History of the Silver Continent" and saw the words emerging on it.

Historical Chapter: The Dragon Court Collapse Plan.

“It is May 1473 of the Silver Age, and this ancient era has gradually entered the countdown.

Because the [Bound Creator] has been using the 'blocking' method to control flooding for more than a thousand years, when the [Silver Law] rapidly weakened, the flood on the other side of the hole rose much faster than expected.

The coral clouds, the Death Stranding, the explosion of weirdness and evil, and other omens are proof of this.

The clans who were always ready to welcome the return of the old gods took this opportunity to launch the "Dragon King's Court Collapse Plan".

Many evil cults have already taken up positions in the countries surrounding the North Sea, including the Five Gulf Nations, the Netherlands, and Iris.

In particular, the 'Blood Beast Lair' under the command of [Echidna, the Mother of Monsters] drove three waves of beasts to descend on the North Sea, trying to occupy this 'bridgehead' and turn it into a hotbed for breeding all kinds of evil monsters through 'coelenteritis'.

And prepare for the arrival of subsequent killer weapons."

This is the historical record that the owner of the history book has read before going to bed.

At this moment, the huge fluctuations of fate that were enough to affect the situation of the entire continent were captured by "History of the Silver Continent" and quickly transformed into words.

The source of the sudden change was revealed to the owner of the history book.

“However, although the beast tide is fierce, it brings more than just disaster to the Silver Continent.

The fourth king of the Lancaster dynasty, Byron Lancaster, the King of the Wild Hunt, repelled the beast tide three times in a row, eliminated disasters and united the people of the bay.

This caused changes in the plans of the old gods' followers, and this change was changing the situation in the entire North Sea at lightning speed!
The leader of the church faction, Cardinal Pound Elliot, Archbishop of Roskilde, ordered a bloody crackdown on all dissidents.

As the turmoil caused by the reformists rises and falls, history will return to its normal track.

But on the evening of May 1st, the Young Warriors suddenly launched a military uprising without any warning and killed the church faction traitors across the country.

A detachment in charge of the royal capital of Amalienburg had already successfully stormed the cathedral using field artillery to clear the way.

They want to support the Taiwanese princess Violet to become the new crown princess of the alliance, clear the obstacles for her to take the throne, and create a fait accompli before the return of the "Queen of Eternal Night".

After tonight, the North Sea Empire will soon regain its glory."

When the owner of the history book saw this, he realized the urgency of the situation, and the feather pen in his hand fell quickly, and he wrote at the end:

"However, the obstacles to the coup are far greater than the initiators expected. As long as the leaders cannot be killed and prevented from joining forces with the Skitarii and the Inquisition, the coup is doomed to fail.

The Old God Church's 'Worm Temple' has been here for a long time, secretly parasitizing a large number of church leaders and transforming them into Mothman larvae or other lower-level followers.

Therefore, although the main force of the Crusaders was not guarding the church, the combat effectiveness and survivability of the church's top leaders far exceeded the imagination of the young faction.

The furious worms immediately took action to punish these hateful mortals with their own hands."

As the last word fell.

"squeak"

The shrill sound of insects instantly filled the cathedral thousands of miles away.

Count Hordalan was holding an axe gun, ready to follow the "finishing blow rules" secretly taught by Byron, stab the left chest, stab the right chest, and then chop off the heads of all the high-ranking church members.

From the chest of the "corpse" in front of me, a sound like an insect that could pierce the eardrum came out.

Then the body of the church leader, which was riddled with holes, quickly recovered, and the blood and flesh surged to push the bullet out of the body.

Then the tattered robe burst like an inflatable balloon and turned into a fat white worm.

Only the face still retains its original appearance, but it is no longer made of normal flesh, but instead has a chitinous mask like a pupa.

The mask was suddenly lifted, revealing a hideous mouth that opened like a petal.

Circles of sharp teeth surround the bloody and fleshy passage that leads directly to the stomach. It can be imagined that anything swallowed by them will be quickly minced into meat.

Moreover, green foam was gurgling out of the stomach, which could be seen to the bottom at a glance, and there was a strong sour and rotten smell that was enough to burn the nasal mucosa.

It was obvious that he was no longer the top leader of the church at this time.

Most of them were quietly parasitized by the worms of the [Worm Temple] and turned into the lower-level clan [Gluttonous Worms].

When the church used violence to suppress the opposition in the past, they were the ones who secretly fanned the flames.

The fat white worm's body shrank and expanded, and its strong muscles pushed it like a crossbow to attack the nearby Count Hordalan, trying to swallow him in one gulp.

The latter was shocked at first when he saw the other party's curious appearance, but when he thought of Byron's advance instructions, he was not panicked at all.

"Bloodthirsty Battle!"

With a roar, the Baymin Berserker's signature skill was activated, and his body instantly expanded to more than two and a half meters. The physical fitness and recovery ability of the [Midnight Demon] made up for the last shortcoming of this profession.

He raised his axe and spear and chopped down head-on without showing any weakness.

Stab it--!
The axe blade, made by master craftsman Violet herself from a sea monster’s tooth, sliced ​​the upper body of the Gluttonous Worm neatly in half like a hot knife through butter.

Even the chitinous mask on the head is no exception.

The insect body fell heavily to the ground, twitched twice and then became completely silent. Only the gastric juice flowing out of its body corroded a big hole in the marble floor with a "sizzling" sound.

[Mothman] was the first Old God's follower that Byron discovered traces of, and he heard [Oak Sage] expose the other party's past with his own ears. How could he ignore their existence when making the action plan?
Not only had he warned his operatives long ago, he had also specially deployed a team of Midnight Demons and Storm Cloaks led by Gus the [Phantom Blade].

When other severely damaged church sects transformed themselves and prepared to use the complex environment inside the building to launch a close-range attack on the soldiers.

"Well done, under the hidden blade, all beings are equal! Dragon Breath Bullet!"

Bang bang bang.
The operatives, who had been prepared, immediately drew their "Hidden Blade Type 1473" and killed them cleanly for the second time.

A group of worms were burned to ashes by the dragon breath bomb in the blink of an eye.

Byron saw all of this through the raven standing on the treetop outside the window, and the [Ship's Log] naturally read the information on the big insect.

"The Gluttonous Worm under the knowledge system of Prince Beelzebub can store nutrients by devouring different 'foods' and eventually evolve into different mythical creatures.

The three main branches are the Fly Man, the Cockroach Man and the Moth Man. The other branches are niche, and only the Moth Man came this time.

Proverbs: Indulging oneself in wine and meat will only lead to harm from the delicacies of the food.

All rites of ascension under this old god are essentially about causing someone to fall victim to a food-related disaster."

The [Prince of Gluttony] who governs gluttony, the [Mammon the Worm of Greed] who governs greed, and the [Leviathan the Whale of Rift] who governs jealousy are one of the seven deadly sins.

Ivanka, the [Candy Witch], the pirate commander under Byron, is also a mythical creature under the knowledge system of [Prince Gluttony Beelzebub].

According to the mystical rule of "all things return to one", it is natural to encounter them in the base camp.

After the action team finished killing people, Guts took off the photo stone he had been wearing on his head, shook it in his hand, and smiled sinisterly:
“The church’s top brass claim to be God’s servants, but in fact they have long since become the minions of the old gods, wantonly persecuting Taiwanese patriots. I wonder how you can still clean yourself up!
If the clergy of the Kalmar Union are already a bunch of worms, what about St. Peter's Cathedral? You can control other people's mouths, but can you control their imaginations? Hehehehe"

The photo stone has clearly recorded the ugly appearance of these priests transformed into worms.

If we say that at the beginning the young and vigorous "traitors from heaven" still had some flaws of taking advantage of the opportunity to settle personal grudges.

But when these [Gluttonous Worms] and the Worm Temple, which were obviously the followers of the Old Gods, showed up, the nature of the situation immediately changed completely.

Since the Queen of Eternal Night is good, the Creator is good, and the young people with a strong sense of patriotism are also good, then who is bad?
Of course it can only be the Orthodox clergy and bureaucracy!
Immediately smear a lump of yellow mud on the crotch of the already notorious Orthodox Church.

By tomorrow, this incident and the military remonstrance will be reported in the newspapers and spread throughout the Old Continent. This will be an indisputable fact and St. Peter's Cathedral will have to admit it even if it refuses.

In order to fit the character, I even have to pinch my nose and praise them: "Good kill!"

Thank them for helping me clear out the bad apples hiding in the church.

Even the [Queen of Eternal Night] could not avoid issuing a "confession of guilt" and cutting ties with these church factions, in line with the reformists' claim that "the queen is old and has been deceived by evil people."

Otherwise, she would have to bear half of the bad reputation of colluding with the old gods' followers.

The final conclusion is: the church faction with evil intentions and the loyal young faction!

but
Byron, who was standing outside the field, noticed something unusual.

“Although forcing these [Gluttonous Worms] to reveal their true form was originally part of our plan.

But the worms that have taken over the bodies of these church factions’ top brass should have had a better chance to act.

After all, even if the host dies, they will not die. At worst, they can escape secretly and come back to parasitize new people in power, such as the top leaders of the reformists who won the coup.

The effect is exactly the same.

But they chose to fight desperately now, making it clear that they wanted to help the church maintain its rule and prevent the Bay People from taking power.

What good would it do to the Worm Temple to risk exposure and death? The interests were totally inconsistent.

Therefore, there is only one answer, that is, a stakeholder with a global perspective took action.

The mysterious man whose name cannot be mentioned! "

Under the control of the other party, an unusual movement of fate that no one had noticed just now truly and accurately descended here.

Byron immediately became extremely alert and sent out a warning signal to an ordinary-looking figure in the action team.

The next moment, another change occurred.

Boom!

During the high-level meeting just now, the chair that the Cardinal was sitting on suddenly turned, revealing the dark entrance to the underground palace below.

The cardinal of Roskilde, Archbishop Pound Elliot, who had the highest rank and the fastest reaction, dodged the artillery fire as soon as it came. He jumped out of the underground palace wearing a shining chainmail and holding a second-level holy relic [the world's first crossbow]. He roared and shot the sacred silver-white crossbow arrows at the young soldiers.

call out!call out!call out!call out!
The crossbow, which had powerful armor-piercing capabilities, almost ended the era of the Knights Templar. The noble knights, who had undergone decades of training and expensive combat preparations, died tragically at the feet of a mere farmer like worthless weeds.

The ability is simple yet powerful, [Burst]! [Armor Break]!
The firing rate is faster than that of a bolt-action rifle, and its sharp edge can easily penetrate any armor, causing the action troops to suffer the largest wave of casualties since the start of the operation.

Seven or eight soldiers near the broken colored windows fell in a pool of blood without any resistance.

Although Pound Elliot regretted not leaving an escape passage when he built the underground palace, if there was a passage, he could have directly escaped out of the church. Why would he have to fight his way back?

But I can't care about that now.

He holds the [Bishop's Ring] that is comparable to a fifth-level legendary one, and possesses a fifth-level combat capability that can defeat a thousand men. As long as he is not surrounded by a large army, he is confident that he can escape.

His cold eyes swept over everyone present.

"The city guards, the royal capital garrison, and all the reformist nobles.

I am still too kind to you.

Just wait for me. Once I join forces with the Crusader Army and the Inquisition outside the city, I will massacre Amalienburg and send you and your loved ones to the stake!
Become a real torch."

The sudden attack of the surrounding [Gluttonous Worms] disrupted the soldiers' formation and created a great opportunity for him to escape. There were not many obstacles in front of the escape passage.

The archbishop showed no reluctance to fight. After firing dozens of arrows to open a gap, he immediately activated the [Holy Prayer] and a pair of wings of light grew out from behind him, ready to carry him away.

However, at this time, he did not see any panic on the face of the leading earl.

Instead, he heard an indifferent yet extremely familiar voice ringing in his ears:

"Archbishop, please go back. The will of our Lord cannot be changed. Tonight, no one from the church will be left behind!"

When I looked up, I found that a figure dressed in ordinary soldier's clothes had arrived first.

Wings of light grew out of his back, and he wore a similar [Bishop's Ring] on his hand. He held a flail of blazing holy light and smashed it down fiercely.

Boom!

Pound Elliot only had time to block the crossbow in front of his chest before he was hit hard from the air and surrounded by soldiers.

"Fire!"

The metal storm poured down on him like it was free, making the circle of holy light shield on his body shake.

Another "archbishop" in heaven swooped down, chanted the Word of God, and wielded his flail, knocking him back step by step:

"The historical corrector who moves the time, the origin of all changes, the ultimate unity of all things, His Majesty Saint Byron!
Please cast your gaze upon me and grant me the blessing of fate!"

The shadow of the Ten Thousand Winged Angel flashed behind the visitor, without transmitting any power, but it had already blocked his fate with its high status that was almost equivalent to that of the Creator.

Pound Elliot on the opposite side finally saw the attacker's face clearly and couldn't help but exclaimed:

"You? Lockhart?!

You, a bastard, actually betrayed the Orthodox Church."

The person who made the move was none other than Gilderoy Lockhart, a close minister of the church who was supposed to serve the [Queen of Eternal Night], the papal liaison and royal priest [Deacon of Twilight].

His other identity is Byron’s first follower, a black wizard who successfully entered the "Gospel of the Kingdom of Heaven".

"You are the heretics who betrayed the teachings of the Creator. The Holy Spirit is the true king. All those who stand in our way must die!"

Lockhart was like a tiger rushing down the mountain, smashing his opponent so hard that blood spurted from his mouth.

For the past half month, he had been using the core ritual [Angel Coming] to draw the power of the winged angel into his body and slowly change his body.

Allow the body to better adapt to divine power, greatly improve physical fitness, endurance, recovery, and the speed of promotion for a series of professions in the Temple Sequence.

Although Lockhart had only been in school for less than a month, his physical fitness had already surpassed the limits of mortals under Byron's special care.

Similar profession, same [Bishop's Ring], yet he completely had the upper hand in the battle against his former colleague.

Byron no longer needed to see the final outcome, but turned his head to look at the night sky in the south, as if he saw a pair of black hands:
"Lockhart took the opportunity of reporting back to St. Peter's Cathedral to teleport back to Amalienburg. Help me do this human experiment to test the upper limit of your ability.

My mother-in-law said that on the road of destiny, status is more important than strength. I want to see if you can interfere with the destiny blocked by the [Ten Thousand Winged Angel].

If you can kill Lockhart from a distance like this, then he is unlucky. When I can really replace the Creator, I will arrange for him to go to heaven.

If you can't kill him, I'll find a chance to kill you!"

Thousands of miles away, in the campus of Florence University.

The figure under the whale oil lamp frowned and stared at the words on the "History of the Silver Continent":
"Cardinal Archbishop Pound Elliot of Roskilde, relying on the desperate cover of the Worm Cathedral, successfully broke out of the siege and led the Crusaders and the Inquisition back to the capital of Amalienburg.

He slaughtered the reformists and all opponents with blood, and re-consolidated his power and ruling ability.

The possibility of the three countries of the Kalmar Union being incorporated into the North Sea Empire without years of large-scale national wars was completely eliminated, and they were no longer able to fight before the "Silver Continent Collapse Plan" was launched.

That’s how history should be.”

However, a dark stain of ink suddenly appeared on the paper, blurring out the long paragraph he had just written and turning it into a blurry doodle.

Then new words will appear automatically.

"*** rushed into the battlefield and killed Archbishop Pound Elliot of Roskilde, who was besieged and killed on the spot.

At this point, all the high-ranking members of the church were wiped out.

The reformists achieved the final victory of the coup! "

When the mastermind saw the garbled name, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

In history, even if a key person carrying a zero-level holy relic appeared, it might cause the interference power of history books to be greatly weakened, but at least a name could be seen.

This kind of situation where I can't even see the name is unprecedented, and I can't help but fall into deep thought:
"What just happened? Who is helping the rebels?"

The power of this "History of the Silver Continent" is indeed very strong.

But the owner of a history book cannot really control his words as freely as the author of a historical novel and let the fate of everyone dance with the tip of his pen.

A series of taboos need to be strictly observed:

“First, if you interfere with fate, you will be retaliated by fate in return. In the end, the whole world will try every possible means to kill the owner of the history book.

Second, the scope of interference is limited, just like the scope of a fifth-order false god's response to prayers is limited. Currently, the maximum effective range is the Silver Continent.

Third, the course of history can only be influenced to a certain extent by interfering with key figures, that is, the protagonists or key supporting roles in each event.

In a historical novel, there should be at least one character who has their own name, or knows each other's name in some other way.

Passerby A is automatically exempt.

Fourth, "History of the Silver Continent" is a history of the continent. According to the standards of the [Logbook], only events with a historical influence of more than 30 points and that can affect the situation on the continent will be automatically written into this history book.

Events with too little impact will not occur, let alone be used to interfere. "

The owner of the history book looked slightly gloomy:

“As long as we successfully go through the entire Silver Age and reach the Luoyan Age, this book will be able to transform into a Level 0 holy relic comparable to a divine weapon.

Before that, the status was still a little too low.

An existence that is outside my pen and destiny should not exist in my story!"

[Logbook] Standards for the impact on events: (0-10] from one person to a village or town; (10-20] from a city or a place to an entire region;

(20-30] From a certain region to a country; if it is greater than 30, it will begin to affect the entire world.

The same goes for holy relics.

The influence of the third-level holy relics (0-10] corresponds to the low-sequence first and second levels;
The influence of the second-level holy relics (10-20] corresponds to the third and fourth levels of the middle sequence;
The influence of the first-level holy relic (20-30) corresponds to the ultimate class of the [Ladder of Glory], the high-sequence fifth class.

Therefore, Byron, who was at the third level at the time, and Enrique IV, who was only at the fourth level and whose law blessing was blocked by his younger brother, could not resist the rule-based treasure [First-level Holy Relic: Social Clock].

Even the unsealed [Touch of the Kraken] can be induced by the [Second-Level Relic: Shepherd's Flute of the Pied Piper].

When it reaches the level of a zero-level holy relic, it is comparable to a divine artifact from the mythological era, with an influence greater than 30 points, corresponding to at least a sixth-order demigod or even a seventh-order true god.

"History of the Silver Continent" is currently considered the first-level ceiling, just like the [Key of Omniscience] in Byron's hand, and it is difficult to resist even for those below the sixth-level demigods.

If it can survive the entire Silver Age, it will be able to carry the history of an era and naturally transform into a level zero relic.

Soon, the owner of the history book let out a sigh of relief.

The gloom on his face disappeared, and he showed a hint of eagerness to fight his opponent. He chuckled nonchalantly:
“Oh, it doesn’t matter.

This is not the only history book I rely on.

The power outside of books is even stronger!
The tentacle incarnation of [Kraken, the Sleeping God] is in the North Sea. Combined with the great gift brought by the blood beast's lair, no one can change the fate of the North Sea countries.

My arrangements outside the history books have been completed ahead of time. Absolute power is an irresistible trend.

Of course, before that, we must not allow the [King of the Wild Hunt] the opportunity to calmly deal with the three kingdoms of Kalmar.

Arrange for the [Queen of Eternal Night] to return immediately. It remains to be seen who will win the battle of the North Sea Empire."

He turned to the page about Margaret I and began to write furiously.

However, no one noticed that at the same time, this strong fluctuation of fate that affected the situation on the mainland concealed a fluctuation that was equally crucial to the plan but much weaker.

Above a key chess piece that the mastermind had laid out in advance, the "Death Star" suddenly flashed.

(End of this chapter)