Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 674 Dimensionality Reduction Attack: Let the Shells Fly for a While
Before he finished his words, a small sailboat about the size of a wine bottle arrived at the Strait of Dover first, leaving a white wake on the sea at a high speed.

Then, one nautical mile away from the Pirate City, it expanded into a second-class battleship with brilliant light.

——The quasi-legendary battleship [Phantom in a Bottle]!
One by one, transparent glass bottles jumped from the cabin into the sea. Each of these hundreds of glass bottles contained a model of a sailing ship.

The workmanship is very fine, the masts, decks, cannons, cables, etc. all look like the real ones.

The old sea dogs who had fought in the South Continent Colonization War with Byron did not think that these were really models, and they all sounded the alarm.

Sure enough, the moment they hit the water, the model boats jumped out of the bottles and expanded into a huge fleet in front of the Iris Fleet led by the Pirate City.

Moreover, on the mainmast of each warship was hung the Burgundy Cross of the Pyrenean Navy and the fleet flag of the Invincible Fleet.

This means that this fleet in the bottle also belongs to the Invincible Fleet and can enjoy the ability bonus of the fleet title [Invincible Banner].

“Hey, in addition to the dragon-headed ship Valhalla, the North Sea Empire actually has another beauty?
And it is a heavily armed cruiser like the Golden Deer.

The Creator is so kind to me.

Mine, all beauties are mine, hahahaha"

A figure flashed on the deck of the Phantom in the Bottle, and a strange person with an extremely alternative appearance appeared.

He looked to be in his forties, wearing black-framed glasses, with messy hair and a haggard face. He looked like a top-notch professional with outstanding skills.

But he only vaguely looked like a human, with too many inhuman elements in him.

Not only is he wearing a formal suit with a deck pattern, but his skin also appears to be made of wood.

He wore a white canvas cape behind him, with a dirty cable clearly growing into his flesh and tied to his bones at one end of the cape.

On his waist were two rows of at least ten strange and brilliant muskets, one on the left and one on the right, acting as the broadsides of a battleship.

The most exaggerated thing was that a wooden steering wheel grew on his head, which kept rotating as he shook his head, making the navy in the opposing fleet feel a chill.

Byron couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:
"The sailing ship collector Morton Gray lost his body in the Rift Trench of the Southern Continent last time, leaving only the ship-bound spirit attached to the Phantom in the Bottle.

This is probably getting out of control, right?"

At that time, Morton not only lost his physical body, but also lost the steering wheel that carried the "Mysteries of Theseus" which could help balance divinity, animality and maintain humanity (Chapter 394).

After not seeing him for a long time, this sailboat pervert has obviously become even crazier.

Even if he is a powerful fifth-level legend, there is no telling when he will suddenly degenerate into a freak who only wants to kill and eat people.

Byron seriously suspected that Queen Saint Isabella was planning to use this guy as cannon fodder, making the last use of him while he could still distinguish between friend and foe.

The ship spirit "Pirate City" transformed into a rough female Bay People berserker, and felt as if there was a sticky tongue hidden in the other party's gaze, licking her skin mouthful by mouthful.

It felt like several slugs were crawling slowly, and I got goose bumps all over the ground.

Although I know it is an illusion and that ship spirits are essentially genderless like elemental creatures, the look in the other party's eyes is really disgusting.

All He wanted now was to pull out the man's intestines, wrap them around his neck, and then strangle him to death.

Snapped!
Without waiting for the Pirate City to take action, Morton Gray on the opposite side raised his hand and snapped his fingers, activating his own magic [Virtual Ship Spirit], giving each warship a powerful ship spirit incarnation.

The entire fleet seemed to come alive and began to collectively go against the wind, trying to gain the upper hand in the northeast wind of the North Sea and crush the Iris Fleet.

"Beauty, here I come!"

[Pirate City] immediately volunteered:
"Captain, Morton is just the vanguard of the Invincible Fleet. Let me kill him!"

Byron waved his hand:
“In the past, the sailboat collector could be a regional small boss, but now he is just a small leader. The main course is still to come, so don’t worry.

Someone has been waiting for him for a long time."

In his eyes, the only real opponents were the Invincible Armada and the Holy Trinity.

A sailboat collector wasn't worth his personal involvement.

I just shouted to the legal network:
"Dad, I leave it to you."

The underwater area of ​​this sea suddenly turned pitch black, and a hazy green light covered the sea.

The next moment, the sea was windy again, and a huge ghost fleet, all equipped with green whale oil lanterns, suddenly jumped out from the edge of the world.

Led by the Blue Dragon King, they charged towards the fleet in the bottle with great momentum.

The two sailing fleets formed a battle line, riding the sea breeze, each carrying thousands of ship-borne artillery and moving forward.

After the last "Six Major Religions Siege the Blood Beast's Lair" in the Mermaid Kingdom, the total number of nominal battleships and battleships above level four in the Ghost Fleet has exceeded eighty.

Even the Invincible Fleet only has more than 100 level or above battleships, plus the nominal level battleships distributed around the world, totaling no more than ships.

This ghost fleet, which has accumulated its strength from wars in the Old Continent, the Southern Continent, and the Eastern Continent, can offset one-third of the opponent's military strength.

But when Morton Gray saw the ghost fleet appearing before him, there was no surprise on his face. Instead, he had expected it and sneered:

"The little mouse finally came out, this ghost fleet is your last trump card, right?

The Intelligence Department had long been fully aware of the naval strength of the North Sea Fleet.

The ghost fleet appeared during the South Continent Colonial War and the North Sea Colonial War. Are we so stupid as to turn a blind eye to it?
The deep-sea fleet was handed over to the Holy Silver Empire, and the commerce-breaking fleet was too late to get back. I, the vanguard who doesn't need a single soldier to defeat the undead soldiers, was responsible for blocking the ghost fleet.

What will you use to resist the Invincible Armada? Just the dozens of conventional battleships of the Iris Kingdom? We will definitely win this battle!"

However, just as the two fleets were getting closer and were about to enter the artillery range.

In Morton's spiritual vision, he suddenly discovered that the light on the quasi-legendary battleship [Blue Dragon King] serving as the flagship was getting brighter and brighter, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.

Finally, I couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Ship of Theseus? How is that possible? You used my forbidden knowledge to become a legendary ship spirit?!"

Then there was the rage:

"Thief! Give me back my seat as the ship spirit."

Although the appearance of this legendary shipwright is hard to describe due to his unbalanced human nature.

However, his own rank has hardly changed since the last time Byron encountered him. He is still a fifth-level legendary craftsman in the tower sequence, plus a fourth-level mythical creature Ship Spirit.

Although he had gone much further than Prince Renburg in the forbidden knowledge [The Mysteries of Theseus].

He had also long discovered what the most crucial step to immortality was.

But his success was due to a fifth-level legend, and his failure was also due to a fifth-level legend. It was precisely because he originally had the strength of a fifth-level that the [Challenge the Impossible] ceremony became truly impossible.

Prince Sorenburg only needs to challenge a fifth-level, quasi-legendary battleship that is notorious outside to be promoted.

[Sailboat Collector] No, that's not possible. Even an ordinary legendary warship is not worthy of his reputation as a legendary craftsman. He cannot let others have the subjective impression that "this thing is impossible".

Naturally, the ritual could not be completed.

However, as Edmund Lancaster became the false god [Soul Ferryman], he is also a superior being on the same path as the Sailboat Collector.

If we can target the Blue Dragon King, perhaps it will be possible to reopen the Challenge Impossible Ritual, and if we defeat Prince Sorenburg, we can get everything from him.

One wants to get to the top, the other wants to eliminate the threat. There is destined to be only one "Ship of Theseus" in this world, and it's either you die or I die.

Prince Sorenburg didn't want to pay attention to Morton's nonsense. He just wanted to cut the Gordian knot and deal with this madman. Who knows, he might be able to communicate with the hidden dangers of the old gods at any time.

But I saw that the sailboat pervert's eyes became sticky again:

"How can a ship spirit remain male as a human? The gender of a ship spirit should be a ship girl or a sailing battleship."

As he was speaking, his face suddenly straightened nervously, and he nodded to the tall and majestic Edmund Lancaster:

"Actually, it's not impossible for a male ship spirit to do so."

Now it was Prince Sorenburg's turn to turn pale.

I see you are really hungry.

Seeing that the enemy had entered the range of his fleet, he immediately waved his hand:
"Load solid bullets, fire a salvo from the fleet, and open fire! Crush him into dust."

The undead sailors around him who had been staring straight ahead and pretending not to hear the crazy words coming from the other side immediately took action upon hearing the order.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Cannon fire flashed. The North Sea Empire had never concentrated battleships of this scale before, and the fleet's salvo almost broke the sea.

Wood chips flew and the mast was broken.

The fleet in the bottle had no human crew members, which eliminated the biggest weakness of a battleship. The ship's guns and cables activated themselves and fired back.

But although the [Sailboat Collector] has a wealthy fortune, the size and level of warships of the fleet in the bottle have long been surpassed by the ghost fleet.

Perhaps they had anticipated the existence of the ghost fleet, but they had not predicted their epic growth in the Eastern Continent.

Unsurprisingly, both the paper data and the actual results immediately fell behind.

You can only hold out for a few hours at most before being sent to the bottom of the sea.

At this time, behind the ghost fleet, the green light that connected the two worlds flashed again.

Whoosh-!
Edward's fiancée, the Headless Horseman Anne Neville, and her five sisters who died on the same day of the same month of the same year, boarded the Corsair City together. After so much time had passed, they had already adapted to the identity of the Headless Horseman, and each of them tied their heads to their waists with a golden chain.

Put the head on when you need it, and hang it up when you don’t need it, to avoid accidentally losing it.

Seeing them suddenly appear, Byron, who was already preparing to fight the Invincible Fleet, felt nervous and asked quickly:

"Miss Anne, why are you in the material world? Is there any trouble with Edward and United Pharmaceuticals?"

The Dullahan found that Byron had misunderstood their sudden visit, so he quickly raised his head from his waist and shook his head:
"The United Pharmaceuticals are fine, and the mission you assigned us to monitor the Soup of Life is also fine.

The Kraken's Touch, Noah's Ark and the Dark Fairy Tale Paradise are still stuck next to the bottomless pit, and the three demigods show no signs of ending the battle for the Ring of the Nibelung.

Just now, when Edward was studying the [Nightmare] priesthood, he, a lich who never dreams, unexpectedly had a very strange nightmare.

I don't remember anything after I woke up.

He felt that this was not a good omen, so he asked us to return to the material world for a while and bring his life box to you, otherwise he would feel insecure. "

Anne said this with some embarrassment as she repeated her fiancé's instructions:
"The promotion of a lich requires fear aura and resentment. It would be great if I could help him collect more during the battle."

Then he handed a gorgeous sapphire ring to Byron.

If one wants to transform into a lich, a ceremony must be performed to separate one's life essence from the body and seal it in a pre-prepared life box.

The phylactery can be a box, a sword, a piece of jewelry, or anything sturdy enough.

From then on, this being will become neither dead nor alive, maintaining a state of neither possessing life nor committing to death. As long as the life box is safe, he will be safe.

Even if the body is killed, it can be quickly reshaped, just like the great pirate Red Beard.

However, there is a prerequisite: the murderer cannot be too strong.

If a mid-sequence lich was killed by a high-sequence god whose rank was too different from his own, even if his life box was intact, it would certainly not save his life.

Hearing that Edward was fine and just had a nightmare, Byron was relieved and agreed without hesitation:
“Perhaps because tomorrow is October 10, Night of the Dead, and there may be a large-scale 'Death Stranding' or similar turmoil on the edge of the world, which has inadvertently touched the collective subconscious of mankind.

The problem is not big.

As for the fear aura and resentment, just leave it to me."

The most core ability of a lich is [Aura of Fear].

Liches advance by collecting fear aura and resentment. The larger the affected area and the stronger the negative emotions, the better the effect.

It is precisely based on this core ability and the innate qualities of the [Sleeping One] that Byron gave the [Nightmare] priesthood that he had snatched from the Kraken to his cousin Edward.

Edward was much stronger than Byron when he was alive. He was already a second-level mage when Byron had not yet awakened spiritually. Later, he was left far behind by his cousin.

It was not until he became the human resources manager of United Pharmaceuticals, and maintained his "reign of terror" in the company by saying "You've been optimized" and "If you don't do it, there are plenty of undead who will do it", that he was rapidly promoted to a fourth-order mythical creature.

Now that he has received Byron's resources, especially many soul gems, he has begun to actively plan to be promoted to a fifth-level pseudo-god and digest the [Nightmare] priesthood, which has also put forward new demands on Byron.

Some people say that the resentment and negative emotions in an office building in modern society are enough to support an evil sword immortal. In fact, Byron just wants to say that this person is too young.

The modern world with developed material conditions and lasting peace is already the best era.

Some people want to go back to the past and be a prostitute in the era when "masters" emerged in large numbers; some people want to go to the era when there were "two-legged sheep" and men, women, old and young could "come to the table" to see handsome men.
All I can say is that these people ate too much.

In the era in which Byron lived, massacres occurred at every turn. The scale of both the fear aura and the resentment was unimaginable in that peaceful era, not even as large as a leg hair.

He put on the life box that served as Edward's sapphire ring, and put several headless knights into the kingdom of God.

The powerful navy on the opposite side, which has more than 100 battleships of level three or above, tens of thousands of soldiers, and a total number of ships close to one thousand, has just collectively jumped to the North Sea through the [Longitude and Latitude Sextant].

According to the written battle plan on the bagasse paper, the navy of the Kingdom of Aragon, the former overlord of the East Sea, was still left in the East Sea to confront the fleet of the Star-Moon Empire, and the remaining invincible fleet was almost sent out in full force.

At this time, the entire sea was covered with darkness, and there was no end in sight.

The Marines on the ship were in high spirits. They had an invincible fleet that had never been defeated, and the world's strongest legendary battleship, the Holy Trinity. No one thought that they might lose today.

Naturally, Byron did not receive any trace of fear aura.

The fleet commander [Orthodox Christian] Fernando II stood on the forecastle of the Holy Trinity and did not care about the life or death of the sailboat collector.

Morton was originally a consumable that was about to be scrapped. All he had to do was to stop the ghost fleet from getting in the way for a short period of time.

He held a conch shell in his hand and shouted loudly, the sound rolling over more than ten miles:

"Byron Lancaster, you, the heretic who shared Charles's heresy and questioned the Creator's creation of the world, better come and die.

I might consider leaving you a visibly shattered corpse.

If you continue to resist, we will kill all the Protestants after we conquer the North Sea Empire!"

Perhaps he also knew that Byron would never listen to him.

After declaring his own justice, he immediately ordered nearly three hundred battleships of level four and above to be divided into ten squadrons, forming a classic crescent formation and approaching step by step.

The other cruisers were mainly used to transport troops and occupy the territory of the Channel Islands in one fell swoop. They cruised outside and did not join the main battlefield.

This is not over yet.

Ferdinand II raised his right hand with the key seal ring high again, and the Holy Trinity under his feet shone brightly. His cold voice spread across the Strait of Dover:

“The Invincible Fleet has dominated the Silver Continent for nearly a hundred years, and your North Sea Empire is the first country to have the honor of experiencing its true strength.

You should die without regrets if you can die at the hands of the real [Invincible Banner].

Byron Lancaster, your heavy cruiser fleet cannot return in time from overseas, so let me give you a taste of my heavy cruiser fleet.

Activate the Invincible Fleet title ability!"

Then, in full view of everyone, spiritual light completely enveloped the main fleet, and an illusory flag appeared above the flagship.

There was nothing on the flag originally, but now the image of a "single-handedly invincible" heavily-armored cruiser quietly emerged.

Wow.
The [Ship Log] in Byron's eyes turned pages quickly, and he finally read the complete ability of [Invincible Banner] for the first time:

"The fleet version of the Invincible Banner weakens the enemy by striking at their morale, while the full version can directly strengthen yourself and become invincible.

When the Tudor sailing ship was first built, it had an ability called "See the Ship Fast":
'It comes from a design concept that transcends the entire era. From then on, no matter what ship you encounter on the sea, even those strange warships with special figureheads, your speed will be passively faster than the opponent.

As long as the other party is a ship, it will be impossible to catch up with you.'

The Invincible Banner is similar, it can anchor the strongest sailing warship of this era and achieve its own comprehensive upgrade.

It is like a large fleet-level elephant fist, as fast as the enemy, as powerful as the enemy, and as flexible as the enemy.
Because all the sailing ships in the world are derived from the galleons they invented, their ancestors were destined to dominate the entire Age of Exploration! "

call--!
A gust of sea breeze blew by, and the battleship, which had just been very clumsy and had a speed of only two or three knots, suddenly seemed to be assisted by God, and its speed soared to 12 knots!
In the past, if extraordinary abilities were not used to speed up, the time from when two battleship fleets saw each other to when they came within firing range was enough for them to temporarily cook, eat, and take a nap.

But now, if you are not careful, the other party may be here in an instant.

"buzz"

There was a sudden commotion in the Iris Fleet. In the blink of an eye, the enemy turned into the world's most advanced heavy-armored cruisers, but they were still ordinary large Galens.

"Your Majesty! Urge the Diplomatic Fleet to come back for help. They are the only ones who have the strength to fight the Invincible Fleet now."

The faces of Iris's fleet commander and generals were pale.

They used to be rivals of the North Sea Empire, and no one knew better than them how powerful heavy-armored cruisers were.

Byron waved his hand:

"No, we have reinforcements."

He jumped onto the bow of the Corsair City with a relaxed look, shaped his fingers into a gun shape, and pulled the trigger at the swollen and cruel face of Fernando II.

He simulated a sound:
"boom!"

However.
Nothing happened.

Fernando II was frightened by him at first, thinking that this strange behavior was some conspiracy. After waiting for a few seconds, he couldn't help but sneered:

“Your Majesty Saint Byron, are you trying to make me laugh to death with your performance art?
But I have to admit that your performance was ridiculous. If you don’t want to be the head of state, you can consider becoming a theater actor. "

The generals of the Pyrenean Empire behind him also burst into laughter.

Byron's expression remained unchanged. He blew a puff of air from his fingertips like blowing gun smoke from a gun muzzle and said with a smile:
"Hush, let the shells fly for a while.

20, 19, 18, 17”

In just over twenty seconds, the distance between the two fleets had not been shortened much.

Suddenly, lines of fire appeared in the western sky, rising from the sea level so far that it was almost invisible without a telescope, quickly crossing the sky, and then falling one after another on the head of the westernmost squadron of the Invincible Fleet.

The flying speed of the shell is about 831 meters per second, and it takes 25 seconds to fly kilometers, not a second off.

Rumble——! ! !
At this moment, Edward's life box was almost filled with the aura of fear.

(End of this chapter)