Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 651: The Desert Crucible Refines Byron, and the Fraudulent Priesthood is Finally Acquired

The gorgeous bathroom that was originally full of traces of love suddenly turned into an area on the border of barren mountains and desert.

Under your feet is an endless rolling sea of ​​sand, and when the strong wind blows, sand and gravel splash everywhere.

Countless blade-thin peaks stand quietly in the yellow sand, being polished by the endless wind and sand to become sharper and sharper.

A blood-red sun with a hidden sword outlined inside hung high in the sky above his head, casting a dirty rust color all over the mountains and fields.

The 35th generation [Old Man in the Mountain] Assassin was one step ahead of Byron and Amita and was the first to arrive in the mirror world.

As soon as his feet landed in the desert, he raised his hand towards the [Assassination] priesthood in the sky and threw all seven gold coins of hatred that the Assassins had taken seven hundred years to successfully recover.

The inscriptions on it: "The purpose matters, the means don't matter!" lit up one after another.

In the dazzling aura, all seven gold coins melted and transformed into seven thin scimitars that revolved around the [Assassination] priesthood.

It looked like seven scarlet crescents orbiting the sun.

It was only because the last assassination had not been completed at this time that the light of the seventh scarlet crescent was obviously dimmer than the other six.

As the opposing symbols of the God of Light and the God of Darkness were gathered together, the entire world in the mirror had a strong sense of weightlessness, as if it was rapidly rising from deep water.

The illusory feeling of "mirror flowers and water moons" is also rapidly fading away, and it is becoming more and more like the real world.

This means that the Kingdom of God is ascending!

However, this world in the mirror is obviously a level inferior to the kingdom of God where Byron and the two queens have the three elements of "matter", "energy" and "information".

At the same time, during the ascension of the Kingdom of God, the entire mirror world was completely closed.

Neither the owner of the mirror nor the imprisoned prisoners have a way to leave early. Only the winner can walk out of here alive.

Whoosh!Whoosh!
Byron and Amitāb followed the Old Man of the Mountain and fell into the mirror.

In Amita's modified cognition, she is always integrated with Byron, and the magic [Shadow Hole] is absorbing all the blood and spirituality from the other party in the most direct way.

The opponent's terrifying physical strength and spiritual power, which were as powerful as a mountain and an ocean, made her "Nether Cave" somewhat overwhelmed, causing waves of swelling and pain.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I entered the mirror, and then immediately separated again.

The endless shadows around her transformed into flowing black liquid, wrapping around her body to form a pure black tights that outlined her graceful curves.

At this moment, Amita swallowed up all the light, and a shadow that did not reflect any light was draped over her body. She looked like a human-shaped black hole.

It looks like a piece of a beautifully curved puzzle was forcibly dug out from the background wall of the world, causing some visual confusion.

This is her magic [Shadow Cave].

Perhaps it was because he was too compatible with the power of the Dark God Angra Mainyu that he awakened this extremely powerful and unique magic:

“Can freely manipulate shadows to transform them into weapons and spells, and use the ultimate darkness to transform into a dark hole that devours everything, matter, energy, and even souls.

It can compress energy in the form of energy and spit it out again, and it can also turn various swallowed creatures into loyal shadow servants.

The old man in the mountain had been hiding in her shadow space before."

Originally, Amita should have taken advantage of Byron's "weakest" moment and slashed his neck with a knife. This is also a common tactic used by female assassins to complete assassinations in bed.

But she hesitated for a moment, wiped the tears from her face, and flew away quickly.

He glanced at the old man standing in the mountains in the sea of ​​sand and found that he had just arranged the demigod ritual and only then looked up at him.

I didn't see the scene where she and Byron were entangled, and I couldn't help but blush and breathe a sigh of relief:

"Fortunately, my [Shadow Cave] blocked the perception of the shadows inside and outside, so Assassin didn't see the scene of me and His Majesty Saint Byron having sex.

He didn't rush out until I was ready and gave the signal.

The intelligence clearly stated that His Majesty Saint Byron only had two queens and never had any lovers, but why was he so skilled in such matters of love between men and women?
Even this kind of 'knowledge' such as fish connecting scales, somersault butterfly, sea gull flying, cranes embracing each other can be formed into a systematic routine. How rich is his experience?

It seems that His Majesty Saint Byron is not the 'good guy' that I imagined at first.

But even if he is a bad guy, he is a very comfortable bad guy.

Moreover, His Majesty Saint Byron kept praising me from beginning to end. I have never received as much praise as I did tonight."

This was all Amitāb’s subconscious reaction in her mind.

I didn't realize at all that the perspective I brought in seemed to have shifted significantly.

The old man in the mountain, Assassin, is her fiancé, and Byron is just her mission target.

Although the series of memories and experiences in her mind all came from another timeline that had never actually happened, and were no different from what she had done herself, even a god would not be able to find any flaws.

But just this false memory caused some very profound changes in her heart.

Who can I show my body to in the future?

Saint Byron can!
No Assassin!
Originally, Amita had been engaged to the mountain old man of this generation under the arrangement of her assassin teacher, the mountain old man of the previous generation.

I strictly followed the Sharia before marriage and never even held hands. This time, I feel that I should continue to follow the Sharia even more strictly.

"This girl who was poisoned by feudal ethics is so innocent and lovely."

Amita, who had zero experience, might not understand her current condition, but Byron knew it clearly.

The reason is not complicated.

It is said that there is a shortcut to the depths of women's hearts, and they especially have special feelings for their first man.

Now Amitāb doesn’t know that nothing happened between them, so naturally she develops this mentality.

The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie; the same goes for the more handsome a man is.

Fortunately, Byron is not interested in this. If he had let go and exerted his talents, all the scumbags who can walk through a field of flowers without getting a single leaf touched would be nothing in front of him.

At this time, he activated the priesthood of [Change] and took the initiative to restrain his own energy and blood, disguising himself as being exactly the same as when he was drained in another timeline.

His skin was pale, his body was thin, his eyes were dark circles, his legs were trembling, and he was about to fall down if a gust of wind blew.

If others were like him, constantly squeezing their potential in pursuit of their own limits, they would have turned into a mummy long ago.

Only he can break through the limits and revive with full health again and again.

Among all the people still alive in this world, no one understands what it means to be hollowed out better than him!
At the same time, Byron also figured out the cause and effect of the matter in another timeline.

The Assassins received an assassination commission from an unidentified client, and took advantage of the situation to complete their demigod promotion ceremony with seven consecutive assassinations that shocked the world.

He looked up at the [Assassination] priesthood in the sky, and the completely closed kingdom of God, with a strange smile on his face:

“What a genius idea and assassination plan!

What's the difference between locking me up in a place like this and locking a mouse in a rice jar?
Intelligence is the life of an assassin, and you, my friend, Mr. Assassin, who gave me my fiancée, ancestral priesthood, and kingdom of God, is my most beloved transport captain. "

Then, he blinked at Amita who had pushed him away and was retreating quickly.

He activated the [Good Man Halo] on his head, and said in a very smooth voice, with a face full of affection like a scumbag:
“Amita, my promise to you still stands, and when I leave I will take you with me, and even help you transform the West Coast.

Because I know that you are taken advantage of by bad people only because you are too kind, and I won’t blame you.”

You know, Amita is not only a princess of the Zoroastrian Empire, but also a high-ranking figure in the Assassins second only to the "Old Man of the Mountain", and a perfect candidate for the dark god of ancient Zoroastrianism.

It is definitely a rare treasure!

In Byron's eyes, the value of such a character is far greater than a mere [Assassination] priesthood.

Even if she is not used as a lover or personal maid, she should at least be developed into a core follower. She is absolutely qualified to serve as the Archbishop of the Holy Spirit Church in the West Coast Diocese.

Moreover, her childhood experiences have made this "ugliest princess" simple-minded, sensitive, very insecure, and lacking in love.

His biggest obsession was that he had been caught in the rain, and he wanted to hold up an umbrella for other fellow tribesmen who were in the same situation. That was why he insisted on not leaving the Zoroastrian Empire.

To a professional liar like Byron, such a girl was full of flaws.

There is no need for any conspiracy or intrigue.

As long as you acknowledge her beauty, her ideals, and are willing to help her achieve her goal of liberating her "ugly" fellow people, you can make her your most loyal follower.

"what!"

How could Amita, who grew up in an extremely conservative environment, have ever seen Byron's heart-stealing tricks that he learned from melodramatic TV dramas and earned countless tears?

She couldn't help but feel secretly happy in her heart, and her beautiful face gradually became absent-minded.

“He said I was kind and wouldn’t blame me?

His Majesty Saint Byron is indeed as broad-minded as the legend says, and has no personal enemies.

In comparison, although he grew up with me, the Assassin, who was vindictive and had blood on his hands, did not seem like a merciful god or monarch.

Although Assassin is my only friend and spiritual relative.

But am I really doing the right thing? Will my people really be happier living under the rule of the Assassins?

But this mirror world is constantly holding the gladiators' [War Chains], and no one can escape before the winner is decided, and it's too late."

The guilt in her emerald eyes grew even stronger.

At a time of anxiety and worry, he couldn't help but be a little dazed when he looked at Byron's face, which was a little pale but still ten thousand times more handsome than Assassin's.

A thought came to her mind: "It would be great if he was the person I met first", and she was shocked.

"die--!"

Assassin saw that Byron was flirting with his fiancée as if no one was around, and Amita did not seize the opportunity to finish off Byron.

Even though he was the one who pushed the beauty trap and the fiancée into Byron's arms, thinking about it now did not stop him from being filled with anger and wanting to kill Byron immediately.

A blood-red halo exploded behind his head, and his whole body was shining with spiritual light. He patted the rolling yellow sand under his feet, and his hands turned into sand.

Huge waves surged up under my feet, and the gravel on the edge of the waves flowed at high speed and turned into sharp swords, and the sharp sound filled the kingdom of God.

It is a hundred times sharper than the diamond abrasive gun used to cut special glass. Swish!
The razor-blade peaks in the desert were simply affected and instantly cut in half. The upper part of the mountain slowly slid down along the smooth knife marks, making a huge roar.

Byron was surrounded on all sides, and the surrounding sandstorm vaguely formed the shape of a super-giant Iron Maiden.

As countless gravel spun, he seemed to be put into a high-power crusher. Even a diamond thrown in here would have its edges smoothed and turned into dust.

Moreover, the friction of sand and gravel generates heat, and all the heat is concentrated inside the sandstorm, which continues to heat up Byron who is being "cut into pieces". A high-temperature furnace is added on the basis of the crusher.

The hot wind howled and spread, evaporating every bit of moisture in the desert.

This is Assassin’s magic [Desert Sabre]!
He can turn his body into sand, and control the yellow sand around him to transform it into weapons or giant sand puppets, doubling his power in the desert.

“Hahaha, this desert is mixed with specially made spell-breaking stone particles. Although only physical attacks are left, no one has ever been able to survive under my magic.

Not to mention a cripple like you who was sucked dry by Amita!

You enjoy sleeping with my woman, don’t you? Now I’ll let you continue to enjoy it!”

Perhaps it was because his 700-year-long wish was about to be fulfilled, Assassin's face showed a crazy look and he spoke without restraint.

When Amitābha heard this, her face suddenly darkened.

Being forced by her fiancé to climb into another man's bed and use his beauty trap is obviously not something worth mentioning repeatedly.

After completing the task, not only did she not receive any comfort from her fiancé, but she also felt disillusioned as if she was treated as a tool and thrown away after use.

To Assassin, the heavy price I paid in selling out my morals, teachings and body for him seemed less important than his own face?

The "ugliest princess" was already very emotional, and her emotions were amplified tenfold just by a murmur, which made it difficult for her to accept.

At this moment, Byron's somewhat weak voice unexpectedly came from the center of the sandstorm:
“That’s not true.

Although I don't know who hired you assassins to kill me.

But I know that Princess Amitāb is a living, beautiful girl with flesh and blood and emotions, not some cold assassination tool.

How is it different for you who regard her as a tool and those high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Church who do not regard her as a human being?
She and all the discriminated and unfairly treated residents of this land deserve to be a person with unlimited possibilities and have a wonderful life of their own.

Of course, I really like the beautiful and kind Princess Amitāb, and a worm from the gutter like you is really not worthy of her."

Byron knew that if he said, "Your fiancée is so smooth!" it would definitely make Assassin break down on the spot, but there was no need to hurt innocent people.

Moreover, ever since he got the [Sunstone Calendar], it was like he was writing a test paper with standard answers, and every word went straight to the point.

He was also able to transform himself into Amita's close and caring elder brother, feeding her bowl after bowl of free chicken soup for the soul.

Hearing his words, the girl's beautiful face visibly regained its radiance.

All he got from Assassins, whom he regarded as family and friends, was repeated harm.

Instead, she received from the object of her one-night stand a tenderness that she had never experienced in her life, and her eyes gradually became moist.

“Your Majesty Saint Byron, he not only appreciates my appearance, but also truly understands my heart!

This is the future I want.”

Otherwise, why do people say that beautiful women love bad men?

Everything is afraid of comparison. After just a few words, Amita's eyes gradually became a little strange when she looked at the old man in the mountains.

The latter has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem, and his face is gloomy under the skull mask:
“I didn’t expect you to be such a romantic?

But you know what? What I hate most in my life is people like you who are handsome and smooth-talking. I want to see how long you can keep being stubborn. "

As he spoke, he threw several bottles of deadly poison towards the furnace crusher, dyeing the high-temperature sandstorm into a creepy dark blue.

Low sneer:

"Hmph, the assassin's motto: Nothing is ever truly true, and there are no shackles on one's means!

How can you become a master if you can't use a gun?
If you don't learn that wrenches, crowbars, battle axes, muskets, and poisons are all hidden blades, how can you be the god of assassination?"

"sizzle"

There was a sudden gasping sound from inside the furnace.

实际上，拜伦虽然确实不太好受，但看着自身身体强度、高温抗性、皮肤韧性、毒素抗性.等等都在出现+1+1+1+1+1+1
The reinforcement prompts kept flashing by like a waterfall, but I felt more comfortable than when Amita massaged me before.

Although he was surrounded by poison and fire, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

“I think the world-famous West Coast steam bath is not as good as this furnace crusher, and the effect is much better than jumping into the sea.

Especially the poison he prepared, it’s so powerful!

If I had a sparring partner like this every day, maybe it wouldn’t be long before I could fight against a demigod with my physical body.

Assassin is such a good man."

Byron never worried about his own safety from beginning to end, and he said so much to Assassin purely because he wanted to maximize his benefits.

“Unless you encounter a conceptual weapon like the Sword in the Stone that specifically targets anchor chains, which can destroy all connections and completely kill all clones and incarnations.

If you want to kill me, you must first restrain my unique "transformation", break through my powerful body of the strongest creature on earth, and then destroy an entire river of blood.

After my health bar is worn away little by little, you have to kill me nine times in a row to kill all nine of my lives.

It’s not over yet, you still need to kill Catherine and Violet who are connected by the [Golden Triangle] at the same time.

Otherwise I can be resurrected from the transmuted blood in their bodies.

Anyway, I can afford it.

I won't leave until I've completely drained you dry.

Your fiancée has helped me practice, now you should help me practice too.

So, from time to time, Byron let out a few screams that made Amita feel distressed and Assassin delighted.

"Ah! My skin! My eyes! My hands! My third leg (is getting stronger again)"

In return, the latter sneered grimly and became even more aggressive.

He continued to swallow magic potions to restore his spirituality, constantly strengthened the power of the furnace crusher, and added all kinds of poisons from his collection into it.

Some of them target the blood and make it boil; some of them target the muscles and make the flesh rot and turn into pus; some of them target the bones and make them crisper than biscuits.
Some of them target the spirituality and soul and can make people more and more dull, and eventually the soul will dissolve and turn them into a living dead who can only breathe.
When Byron was training before, he had thought about using poison to become stronger. "The poor rely on mutations, the rich rely on technology" has been a truth since ancient times.

However, the poison that can kill powerful extraordinary people instantly is not something that can be found in common use.

The precious poison was many times more valuable than gold, and Byron was reluctant to spend the money.

The old man in the mountain is different. Since he has already sacrificed even his fiancée, what treasure would he be reluctant to give up?

However, Byron kept screaming and was trying hard not to die.

Clearly feeling that he was about to die the previous second, Assassin wanted to withdraw his [Desert Sabre] to check on his condition, but suddenly the scream rang out again.

“Damn it, I knew he was an emperor and fifth-order pseudo-god who had no shortcomings in taking three routes, so I let Amita drain him first, and then isolated him from the Silver Law to reduce his strength to the bottom.

But is the fifth-order false god really that powerful?
If every false god is so difficult to kill, humans might as well just surrender to those gods."

Due to the huge sunk costs already invested, the sweaty Assassin was now in a difficult situation.

In just half an hour, almost all the precious poisons accumulated by the Assassins over hundreds of years were used up.

Gradually, he realized that something was wrong.

From time to time, he looked up at the last crescent-shaped scimitar above his head. Its brightness sometimes increased and sometimes weakened. It didn't look like the ritual was successful at all.

Once a fifth-order legend who follows the Ladder of Glory sequence obtains the [Divine Office] related to his or her profession, it is possible for him or her to use this as a springboard to soar to the sky and break the natural shackles of the Ladder of Glory that stop at the fifth order.

But this path is extremely difficult, even more difficult than the Pope’s Creation Mountain Falling Ceremony.

The Assassins did not have the complete forbidden knowledge of the [Dark God] Angora, and could only piece together the assassin profession of [Eagle's Nest Assassin] bit by bit.

Then, seven gold coins of hatred and seven assassinations were used to change the world pattern and produce a huge influence, with seven historical events as anchors.

The essence is to use the "promise" that is more precious than gold as the ladder to immortality: the Assassins will definitely do what they promise, the body may be destroyed, but the spirit is immortal.

It is the unbreakable spirit of contract.

The kingdom in the mirror is the kingdom of God, and the [assassination] priesthood is the key medium and the main body of the ritual.

He who had transformed himself from a mortal fifth-order legend into a demigod in one step, and inherited part of the authority of the Dark God Angora - the God of Assassination!

But something obviously went wrong with this last step.

Assassin could gradually sense that Byron's vitality, who was surrounded by the [Desert Sabre], not only did not weaken, but began to grow stronger and stronger, and later it reached a point where it was difficult to conceal.

It didn't seem like there was a person there at all, but rather a giant, fierce and vigorous monster.

He wanted to add more fuel to the fire, but the storage of rare items was empty, and even dozens of barrels of alchemical gunpowder had been used up.

I suddenly regained consciousness and my heart skipped a beat.

"No, I was cheated!"

That's when.

The furnace crusher, which had no more resources to be fed into, exploded with a slight struggle by the monster inside.

A powerful voice sounded in his ears:

"Don't panic, that's what scams do.

I didn't expect that after being refined in this furnace for such a long time, the first thing I gained was not the power of [Invulnerability] or [Strength].

It's the [fraudulent] priesthood!
Mr. Assassin, you should come and experience my saying, "Nothing is permanent and there are no shackles in the means."

(End of this chapter)