Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 654: Expanding the Demonic Banquet Council and Seizing the Three Religious Holy Cities

With the defeat of all 35 generations of the "Old Man of the Mountain", Byron also indirectly controlled the powerful military, political, and religious forces behind the Assassins through Amita.

Naturally, there was not much suspense in the meeting with the Zoroastrian Empire the next day, and Byron couldn't help but develop greater ambitions for the West Coast.

Even though I haven't slept all night, I am still full of energy.

In the outside world, in just one morning, the close relationship between Princess Amitāb and Saint Byron had spread throughout the palace, and the North Sea Empire did not deny it.

Although King Nasser al-Din [The Desert Eagle] did not quite understand why Byron chose the ugly younger daughter Amitāb instead of the beautiful older daughter Qajar when he heard the news.

But this did not prevent their basic purpose of establishing a closer personal relationship with Byron from being perfectly achieved.

No matter what the parties involved think, as long as the blood relationship is there, the outside world will tacitly acknowledge the implicit alliance between the North Sea Empire and the Zoroastrian Empire, and will be more cautious when taking action.

It’s just that some people are happy and some people are unhappy.

Just as Amita dressed up and walked towards the main hall of the palace to meet Byron, she was stopped by a voice louder than the bell tower:
"Amita, stop!"

The girl looked back and saw a sturdy figure standing at the end of another palace corridor behind her.

That was the shadow of her life, her elder sister, the most beautiful princess, Qajar, who had the same father and mother as her.

Compared to her being alone without even a maid, the latter could only be described as the moon surrounded by stars.

The number of guards, palace attendants, and maids accompanying him exceeded a hundred, and this was within the palace. If they were to go out of the palace for fun, the number would have to be ten times higher to barely maintain order.

When she saw her sister, the bright smile on the girl's face immediately faded, and a layer of gloom slowly rose.

The instinctive likes and dislikes of other people in the cycle all come from the binary opposition between the [God of Light] and the [God of Darkness].

The most intense opposition among them, of course, is between the twin sisters who represent the two sides of the God of Light.

At least half of the oppression, disgust and discrimination that Amitābād has suffered since childhood came from her twin sister, with whom she should have been close.

Of course, this [most beautiful princess] doesn’t just bully her, but equally bullies everyone whose appearance resembles the Dark God.

This time was different. After a slight dimming in the girl's eyes, a reliable figure emerged in her mind.

She immediately regained her brightness and bowed as usual:
"Sister, what do you want from me?
The meeting will begin in a moment, His Majesty Saint Byron is waiting for me."

What Amita wants is equal rights, not privileges. All the pains of the past melted away the moment she threw herself into Byron's warm embrace last night.

How should I treat this sister from now on? I can only have a normal attitude of "repaying grievances with justice".

But just such a simple sentence was like a bomb. Kazar's face changed, and he strode towards her, shouting angrily:
"His Majesty Saint Byron is waiting for you? Amita, are you deliberately provoking me, your sister?!

After you went to serve His Majesty Saint Byron last night, you had the guts to stay until this morning. Who gave you the courage to steal what belongs to me?

Don't you have enough money to buy yourself a mirror, look at your disgusting ugliness, and add a little self-awareness to your pitiful merits? "

[The Most Beautiful Princess] Qajar was so angry that the flesh on his face twitched, and even the thick beard above his lips twitched.

Her noble birth, "absolutely beautiful" appearance, the attention of everyone, and the unlimited praise made her develop an arrogant and self-centered personality.

Although Byron didn't even have a beard and his appearance did not conform to her aesthetic taste at all, the pride of the most beautiful princess would not allow her things to be taken away by her ugly sister.

The key issue is not that the emperor of the North Sea Empire chose her sister, but that the other party chose her before she rejected the emperor's courtship!

You can only take what I don't want. I didn't say I don't want it. Even if it rots in the ground, you can't take it.

If you take it, you must learn a lesson.

It has been like this every time since I was a child, and this time is no exception!
"Let me, as your elder sister, teach you what the rules are."

As she strode towards Amita, the ground was shaking violently with a rumbling sound.

Amita is a genius who fits the assassin path of the [Dark God], and Kazaar is also another genius who fits the [Light God].

Even though her role as the Eagle's Nest Assassin was not as perfect as her sister's, the Mamluk Knight she worked for was also very consistent with her tough character.

At only 22 years old, he had already reached the fourth-order heroic level. Although he was not riding a mount or wearing a knight's heavy armor, when he was charging forward in big strides, he looked like an out-of-control chariot burning with blazing white flames.

Nothing is indestructible, nothing is indestructible!
The entourage, both men and women, were all intoxicated:

"It's so beautiful! I must be blessed by the Holy Spirit to be able to serve your highness."

"Those strong arms, that round belly, that sturdy waist, and that beautiful beard, this is the ultimate in the world!"

"No matter how many times I see your highness, I can never get enough of her! How wonderful it would be if your highness was a prince. Why would we still be afraid of the Star-Moon Empire?"

However, when Kazaar raised his hairy palm and slapped Amita's delicate face, it did not make the crisp sound that would please her body and mind as usual.

A delicate hand as soft as an orchid instantly grasped her thick black wrist.

The powerful force that could break the trunk of a century-old tree with a single slap disappeared without a trace in an instant, like a phantom.

Only a strong wind blew behind Amita, ruffling her black hair, but she easily dissolved and transferred the opponent's power with the exquisite state of "all things become one".

"you"

Kazaar's face changed drastically and he tried to struggle.

But the sister's delicate little hand opposite was as motionless as an iron clamp, and there was still a faint smile on her porcelain doll-like face, as if she didn't feel any pressure at all.

The sweat on her forehead immediately flowed down the thick dark neck of the "most beautiful princess" and wet her clothes.

I looked up in shock and was met with her cold emerald eyes. I heard her give the coldest advice in her usual timid tone:
“Sister, promise me that for your own sake, you won’t do anything weird again.

This world will eventually become unfamiliar to you. The bully who is high and mighty may fall to the bottom in an instant and experience the misery of the bullied.

If I find you bullying others again, I will kill you."

After saying this, Amita let go of her sister's wrist, left the "most beautiful princess" stunned, and turned away.

My steps are as light as a deer, and my mood has become extremely bright after breaking through the psychological shadow that has been there since childhood.

Silently in my heart:

"Your Majesty Saint Byron, the historical corrector who stirs the time, the origin of all changes, the ultimate unity of all things.

Thank you for giving me courage and strength.

I love you! "

Soon, Amita walked into the main hall under the guidance of Gus, the Phantom Blade, who came out to greet her. She knelt sideways beside Byron, who was already seated, smiled at him, picked up the porcelain teapot and poured him a cup of black tea.

He slipped into his role very smoothly.

The status of women on the West Coast is very low, and even extraordinary people are naturally much shorter than men.

Therefore, even the most favored [most beautiful princess] Qajar has never been qualified to enter here.

Amitābha was the only exception.

But now she is no longer a princess of the Zoroastrian Empire, but Byron's personal maid and confidential secretary, and her identity has become one of the attachés of the North Sea Empire.

The official statement was that they would leave with Byron when his visit was over.

The King [Desert Eagle] Nasser al-Din sitting on the main seat opposite did not feel any reluctance to part with his ugly daughter. Instead, he felt that he had gotten a great advantage.

Below the Sultans and Kings on the West Coast, the highest-ranking woman is also the Queen, but most monarchs do not confer such a status.

In their opinion, it is unimaginable to let a woman sit next to them and share half of their power.

But there are many princesses and maids in the harem.

The royal palaces of the Star-Moon Empire and the Zoroastrian Empire maintained a harem size of around 200 people all year round.

In the eyes of these monarchs, it was normal for a ruler to have many women, and their status was unimportant.

As long as his daughter stayed with Byron, the Zoroastrian Empire's goal would be achieved.

Bahram, the chief judge of the Royal Capital Diocese, who was sitting next to the King [Desert Eagle], was even more grateful, thinking to himself:

'It is a good thing that Saint Byron chose Amitāb rather than Kazar, otherwise I would have no chance of competing with him.

Although Princess Kazaar is a bit spoiled and irritable, and she punishes her servants at every turn, she is so beautiful!

Apparently, he was one of the 145 nobles who failed in their pursuit of Princess Qajar. Although he was heartbroken, he was determined to lick her to the end.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, the waiter closed the door and the talks officially began.

The routine started with some official banter, and after a few words, they got down to business.

“Your Majesty Saint Byron, you are the favored one of the Holy Spirit, the Messiah who will save the world as predicted, and we, the followers, are the most devout believers of the Holy Spirit.

But now the Star-Moon Empire is trying to subvert the ruling order of the Holy Spirit Church by claiming to be a heretic, and even proclaims itself the successor of the Western Silver Empire and the spokesperson of the Holy Spirit on earth.

He doesn't take you seriously at all."

The clergy and judges, led by King [Desert Eagle], all kept a low profile.

Perhaps the large-scale blessing at the beginning played a key role. They were very respectful to Byron in their conversation and even acknowledged his religious status in the Holy Spirit Church from the beginning.

The factor of "The Old Man in the Mountain" possibly fueled the situation, but the key point is that the Kingdom of Heaven is too far away and the Star-Moon Empire is too close.

The Zoroastrian Empire had deep pain and real needs.

Byron listened carefully to what they said about the numerous crimes committed by Muhammad II, and also formed the most intuitive impression of this West Coast overlord.

Sigh in my heart:

“Any character with a legendary level of over 30 points is indeed not a simple character.

The great deeds of mortals are more shocking than those of gods.

In some worlds, Mehmed II is good enough to be deified posthumously.”

As we all know, in the 285th year of the Silver Age, the ancient Silver Empire split into two major empires, the East and the West.

One was destroyed by barbarian mercenaries and eventually evolved into the current Holy Silver Empire.

The other one was conquered along with the three holy cities of religions by Muhammad II, the Lord of the Two Seas and Two Lands, twenty years ago in 1453 and also became history.

Muhammad II, who holds the holy city and supreme achievements, has declared that he is the true successor of the Ancient Silver Empire and that all others are heretics.

He is determined to make the Star-Moon Empire the only great empire in the Holy Spirit Church world, and he himself will be crowned as the supreme ruler of the unity of politics and religion, that is, the highest successor [Caliph] of the [founder] of the Holy Spirit Church!
Although he does not have the [Papal Triple Crown], he owns the holy cities of the three religions.

As long as he sits in this holy city, he would not be afraid at all even if a sixth-level angel or a demigod came to kill him, let alone the Pope.

This is what he planned and what he did.

Soon, Mehmed II conquered the Balkan countries such as the Nemanya Dynasty of the Grand Duchy of Raska and the Grand Duchy of Tusca to the east.

To the west, they successively conquered the countries in the west coast region and defeated the Aries Dynasty, which also belonged to the orthodox path. They expanded the eastern border to the Mesopotamian basin and seized most of the islands in the Western Sea region.

With the power of a great victory, no one on the entire West Coast could resist the army of the "Lord of Two Seas and Two Lands".

As long as the entire Holy Spirit Church world is unified in the future, this [Lord of the Two Seas and Two Lands] will not only not replace the Pope, but at least being on equal footing is definitely not a dream.

“There are obviously many big men who aspire to be the captain of this material world.

I myself, the Orthodox Church, the Lord of the Two Seas and Two Lands, have my own ideas about how to lead this world to the future I have determined.

If the Star-Moon Empire had not been competing with the current maritime hegemon, the Kingdom of Castile, for the position of the hegemon of the sea, the Fire-Bearing Empire would not have had the time to ask me for help. It is definitely not easy to make a figure like Muhammad II surrender. "

You know, in 1453, a turning point in history, Byron was just born, the Hundred Years' War between Iris and Hastings had just ended, and the Dark Millennium came to an end.

However, Muhammad II, the Lord of Two Seas and Two Lands, had already been one of the most powerful monarchs in the entire continent.

It is a joke to expect such a powerful leader to bow down to a young man like him and acknowledge his leadership.

Even if the other party has the opportunity to use the [Holy Spirit] to control the princes, he will definitely not give up and will definitely attack him decisively.

“So only undisputed violence and military might, combined with unquestionable legitimacy and supreme claim, can take over the Star-Moon Empire and the entire West Coast.

To achieve this, it is not enough to rely solely on a loose economic and military alliance with the Zoroastrian Empire.

You better all come into my bowl."

After listening to everyone's stories, Byron already had a comprehensive plan in mind.

Seeing that everyone on the opposite side was looking at him expectantly, he did not say how to solve the crisis facing the Zoroastrian Empire.

Instead, he took out a bottle filled with bright red liquid from the Kingdom of God and smiled at them:

"Don't worry about the Star-Moon Empire for now. I have a treasure here that I'd like you to appreciate.

When you see this treasure, you will probably get the answer in your heart."

As he spoke, he opened the cork, and the rich sweet scent of blood instantly filled the entire hall.

Everyone twitched their noses subconsciously and stared at the bottle.

The closest [Desert Eagle] leaned forward, his eyes almost popped out, and cried out in shock:

"Is this a panacea that can make people immortal???"

Everyone else gasped.

Buzz buzz.
It seemed as if tens of thousands of flies suddenly appeared in the hall, flapping their wings.

After they confirmed the authenticity of the treasure, Byron said quietly:

“To tell you the truth, my demigod ritual has already begun, and the countdown to my promotion to level six has begun.

In addition, I also control several Night Demon Kingdoms in the Corridor of Truth, and have a large amount of Night Demon blood tax to spend.

This means that as long as I want, I can grant the eternal and immortal throne of even a fifth-level false god to my subordinates who have made great contributions.

So I think the way we work together could change.”

Byron was able to obtain [Transmutation Blood] in the beginning because of a secret research project by the Orthodox Saints of the Church and the Bloodthirsty Order.

At that time, he was like a fish on the chopping board facing the huge church. Even if he had valuable treasures, he dared not show them to others, making it difficult for him to use them.

But now it is completely different. His and the North Sea Empire’s strength has long been enough to deserve this treasure.

It can be used to accelerate the pace of power expansion.

Not surprisingly, no one can resist the temptation of longevity or even immortality.

"Your Majesty Saint Byron, please take the throne as the supreme Caliph of the Holy Spirit Church!"

The 35th generation [Old Man in the Mountain] Assassin, without hesitation, led his own troops and the political forces he controlled to kneel down at Byron's feet.

This Thor is none other than Amita's true self, and the one serving Byron is just a fourth-level incarnation of a false god.

But this is not the point.

Among the many factions of the Followers, the notorious Assassins have the biggest power and are currently the largest assassin group in the world.

And Assassin, the "Old Man of the Mountain" who had been hiding in the shadows, stood in the sun for the first time ever.

This number two figure of the Followers faction immediately became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Everyone looked at each other, breathing heavily, and saw the fanaticism in each other's eyes.

No matter how great the interests of the Zoroastrian Empire are, how can they compare to one's own immortality?

As long as I can reach the sky in one step, why should I care about the flood?

Even if Muhammad II becomes the Caliph, we can outlast him!
Then, dozens of people at the highest level of the empire followed the "Old Man in the Mountain" and prostrated themselves on the ground in collective surrender.

He shouted:

"Your Majesty Saint Byron, please take the throne as the Caliph of the Holy Spirit Church!"

King [Desert Eagle] was the last one to kneel.

The Zoroastrian Empire was his empire, and making this decision was more difficult for him than for others.

But since everyone has already knelt, if he doesn't kneel anymore, he probably won't have to kneel anymore. He can just lie down and be carried out.

Fortunately, he had already prepared himself mentally to accept Byron as the favored one of the Holy Spirit and the Messiah and to cede some of his power, so it was not that painful.

“Besides, my daughter is His Majesty’s woman.

Even if the cake is redistributed in the future, I will definitely get the biggest piece!"

Then one of them got a bottle of panacea.

This group of mid- and high-sequence extraordinary beings each had their own methods to quickly determine that there was no problem with the precious medicine. Led by the "Old Man in the Mountain", they drank it on the spot.

In addition to regaining their youth, the identities of these people also changed on the spot and became prospective members of the Demon Banquet Council.

Although they are not night demons yet, they have become Byron's blood descendants and are all one of our own.

"Everyone, there is one more thing."

Byron nodded with satisfaction, and took out the prototype of his own truth embodiment, the [Holy Lance of Origin].

There are two major knowledge systems, one research direction is human beings, and the other research direction is outside of human beings. The essence of this holy spear is the bridge connecting human beings and outside of human beings.

Theoretically, it is already possible to connect to the collective subconscious of all ethnic groups and races. In the future, it may even be possible to integrate the power of the entire biosphere and achieve the highest level of gathering.

It is naturally not difficult to remove the barriers between individuals.

He held the holy spear and stabbed it hard on the top of his head.

puff!

With a dull sound, a hole was suddenly pierced in the collective subconscious barrier of this group of vampires.

The collective subconscious tide of the entire Old Continent Dragon King's Court and even the Southern Continent's Beast Paradise and the Eastern Continent's Corridor of Truth surged in, instantly diluting the "quirks" of these prospective parliamentarians.

It is equivalent to removing the remaining faith anchor of the God of Light in a small area.

At first, the group of people didn't understand what was going on, but when their eyes fell on the petite Amita beside Byron, they gasped again:

"hiss--!"

The cool air in the hall was almost not enough for them to breathe.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Many people couldn't help but raise their hands to slap themselves, wondering if their past lives had been a dream, and only now were they waking up from it.

The chief judge [Mars] Bahram, who almost committed suicide for love, slapped himself particularly hard, and both sides of his face were swollen.

He slapped himself and cursed:

"It's romantic and loyal to die for the most beautiful princess, but dying for such a... ugh... is really not worth dying for!

Fool, Bahram you are such a fool."

What’s even more sad is that among the 13 royal nobles who successfully committed suicide for love, there was his cousin.

He originally thought that his cousin's death was heroic, but now as long as he thought about Qajar's "beautiful appearance", he felt that his death was worse than that of a piece of toilet paper.

It’s the kind that has been used!
Byron's shot did not reverse their aesthetic.

It’s just that people no longer extremely admire the “most beautiful princess” who leans towards the [God of Light], nor do they extremely dislike the “ugliest princess” who leans towards the [God of Darkness].

Slowly began to return to normal.

After all the members of the Western Council of the Demonic Banquet Council had returned to normal, Byron looked at everyone present and said with a scorching gaze:

"Okay, now we can talk about business.

Everyone, I want to take over the holy city of the Three Religions. Is there anything you can teach me?"

The Chief Judge [Mars] Bahram, who had previously loved Princess Qajar to death, immediately spoke up:

"Your Majesty, and all my colleagues.

Doesn’t the Grand Prince of the Star-Moon Empire [Fatih the Conqueror] Bayezid want to get our "most beautiful princess" Qajar and love her to the point of madness?

You must know that although the [Lord of the Two Seas and Two Lands] has extremely high prestige, he is already over fifty years old. Unlike us, he has not received the gift of His Majesty Saint Byron and has long passed the peak of his combat power.

But this eldest prince is the best fighter in his prime, the bravest among all the armies, and he is invincible on the west coast with his halberd. So."

Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up.

"You mean?"

In the process of power transfer, the ancient and powerful empire gradually formed a delicate pattern of two people in charge, and this was a great opportunity for them to take advantage of.

[Mars] Bahram gave everyone an affirmative look:

"Yes, just as you think.

We can marry Qajar, the 'most beautiful princess' on the west coast, to Muhammad II, the Lord of Two Seas and Two Lands!
There is no man on the West Coast who could resist her, even if he was fifty years old.”

Upon hearing this plan, the high-ranking officials of the Zoroastrian Empire, who had vowed to protect the "most beautiful princess" to the death not long ago, nodded their heads one after another.

"Agree!"

"Seconded!"

"The sooner the better. I want to go to the Star-Moon Empire personally."

The "ugliest princess" was given to the North Sea Empire.

It is only too reasonable to give the "most beautiful princess" to the Star-Moon Empire. The Lord of the Two Seas and Two Lands will definitely not refuse this gift.

Only Byron looked strange:
"The son is good at using the halberd? He missed the chance to get the 'superb beauty' he had always dreamed of? And there is a father who holds great power and got the beauty?

Compared to the old man in the mountain, what you are using is the real beauty trap.

I just don’t know when he will study “The Gospel of the Kingdom of Heaven”.

I feel that even if I don't actively recruit him, just based on this brother's own compatibility, he might be able to join me, the [Ten Thousand Winged Angel].

Just like my first follower, Gilderoy Lockhart the Trickster."

(End of this chapter)