Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 95 The End and the Beginning

A mile away from the sea, Byron's face turned pale after he threw out the [Iron Nail of Destruction] and he sat directly on the back of the man-eating shark.

Violet, who had been supporting Byron, also knelt down behind him so that he could lean on her more securely.

But he did not feel that he was taking care of this ally who shared the same suffering as him. Instead, he sincerely felt that Byron, who was three years younger than him, was "shielding him from the wind and rain".

And it really blocked it!

Holding his hand, which was a little cold after the continuous outbursts in the storm, I couldn't help but ask with concern:

"Is this a holy relic passed down from your Lancaster ancestors? Does it cost a lot to use it?"

Of course, those [holy relics] also have side effects.

It’s just that some are serious and some are mild.

Normally, the user needs to bear the corresponding destiny, or the corresponding historical responsibility.

For example, the historical responsibility of the [Holy Relic: The World's First Matchlock Gun]: it completely changed the form of warfare that had existed for thousands of years and realized the revolution in thermal weapons.

The user cannot use melee cold weapons such as swords or knives in his life, otherwise he will die by the sword.

The side effects of the Charles Rich List in Anchor Bay are relatively subtle. It is nothing more than the desire for money, fame, and striving to become the rich people on the list.

Byron glanced at the detailed record in the logbook, shook his head vigorously, and replied with a smile:
"No, there are no side effects. On the contrary, I feel great now."

The historical responsibility that [The Iron Nail That Destroys a Country] needs to fulfill is to make the user engage in the great cause of destroying a country and replacing it.

For good people, this thing would make them live in fear for the rest of their lives.

But for Byron, it’s not just a price, it’s his life!

"Retreat, let's retreat back to Anchor Bay as soon as possible and don't stay at sea any longer.

If it only sank a ship, [Nail of Destruction] wouldn't be worthy of being called a first-class holy relic."

Byron held onto Violet’s hand, stepped on the nine-meter-long man-eating shark beneath him, and rushed back to Anchor Bay at full speed as if he was running for his life.

When the sailors on the lower gun deck reported the situation of the ship and asked for help from the captain and the extraordinary people.

The order issued by Fleet Commander Norwich was:

"Lower the boat, and the officer will go first. Let the nearest warship [St. Lawrence] approach to provide support."

The blood of the York family is extremely noble, and he has no obsession with sinking with the ship like the Bay People pirates.

The most important thing is that although his only son was killed in front of him, he was still young and could still have children!

'I also know that the Bloodthirsty Cult possesses a piece of knowledge that can make people immortal - the ritual that can brew the blood of immortality [Scarlet Holy Grail]!
If I get this treasure, what does a son who can only live for a few decades matter? '

As one of the few members of the York family who practiced black magic and had in-depth contact with the overseas sect, he had a broader vision and greater ambition.

Not to mention being a son, even the position of king cannot compare to eternal life.

How could he die here in vain like those lowly sailors?
It was a felony for an ordinary officer to abandon an expensive warship at will, but York didn't care.

"Yes, Commander!"

Upon hearing the order, the trusted sailor immediately lifted the canvas covering the boat.

The boat was well protected and no heavy rain entered.

Lower the davit from the port side which is already listing badly (lowering it from the right side will hit the side below).

The highest-ranking commanders, captains, noble officers and their servants climbed onto the small boat that could only accommodate a dozen people along the stepping stones on both sides.

The sailors on the warship turned the pulley and lowered them to the sea surface little by little.

After receiving the signal, the nearby warships also began to move closer to provide support.

No matter how high the level of a warship is, there are only a few small boats on it, which can accommodate at most dozens of people.

The limited space in the boat was even used to raise poultry, and it was impossible to accommodate more people to escape.

What should ordinary sailors do?
An empty wine barrel might be their best option.

If you are lucky enough to survive the big waves and successfully get to other warships, you may be able to save your life.

May the Creator bless them.

But they wanted to leave, but the "new owner" of the battleship did not agree.

Countless tentacles squeezed out from the depths of the cabin and quickly swallowed up all the crew members they met along the way.

Unlike before when he only took away the souls of his prey from his dreams, now his flesh and blood are also completely dissolved and digested as a part of himself.

As the size of the "Touch of the Kraken" grew larger, a layer of dreamy white mist emerged.

This second-level ship seemed to be looming, as if in a dream.

The screams from the remaining crew members in the distance were somewhat distorted.

"Help--!"

"God, I saw God. Man came from the sea and will one day return to the sea. Please let me become one with you."

"I'd rather die than become a monster."

Some people face things beyond their expectations, have a mental breakdown, and jump into the sea crying;
Some people believe they have seen the real God, and kneel down devoutly to become a part of Him;

Some people committed suicide out of despair.
But no matter what their attitude is, it doesn’t matter to “Touch of the Kraken” at all, and there is no additional reaction.

In the midst of such chaos and madness.

The water flowed more and more violently from the gun deck into the bottom hold, hitting the port side of the ship's bottom and ruthlessly pulling the battleship to the leeward side.

The tall masts and sails of the warship first pressed the small boat on the port side that fell at the back into the water, and then it also fell into the water like a landslide. A big wave hit, and the wooden hull, which was originally very resistant to sinking and could at least float on the water for a long time, disappeared on the sea in an instant.

As if it had never existed.

"Row quickly, row quickly, and return immediately after boarding the St. Lawrence."

Norwich, in shock, knew that an invincible monster had been unleashed.

How to clean up the mess is a matter for the future. The most important thing now is how to escape. He quickly picked up the long oar and rowed hard with the rowers.

Just as they were about to approach the third-level ship closest to them.

Toot toot.
A very familiar flute sound suddenly came from under the opponent's ship.

As old Norwich watched, his spine shivering.

A dreamy mist emerged from the side of the third-level ship, and countless creepy thick tentacles danced, sweeping up the entire battleship and dragging it into another underwater world.

As he looked blankly at the next battleship.

As expected, the sound of the shepherd's flute rang out again, as if the long-dead chief justice had picked up the flute and started playing it again.

The third battleship also disappeared on the sea.

Next, there was no need for him, the fleet commander, to issue any orders.

The dozens of remaining warships in the entire fleet no longer cared about the storm around them and immediately scattered and fled towards the nearest Eternal Night Peninsula.

As a race that left the ocean billions of years ago, only land can truly bring them a sense of security.

While they were fleeing, from time to time, strange flute sounds were heard from under the warship, and then the warship disappeared without a trace in the fog.

As they walked further and further away, just when old Norwich thought that the out-of-control "Touch of the Kraken" had been led away by a larger target.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a flute, sounding right under my feet.

"hiss--!"

Looking down, I saw an indescribable creature covered with tentacles in the reflection of the sea. It was holding a shepherd's flute and playing the most familiar flute sound with the mouthparts growing on its tentacles.

Along with the sound of the flute, the knowledge from the Kraken's Touch, like a torrent, continued to penetrate into his brain.

The most repeated phrase is: "If you don't keep your promise, you will be punished!"

[Second-level Holy Relic: Pied Piper's Shepherd's Flute] Effect: Plays a hypnotic sound that can cause harm to all mentally challenged people.

So if a being is mentally ill, or has no human mind at all, what would happen if he played a shepherd's flute?
The extraordinary people all know that [Cursed Objects] are accompanied by large-scale casualties and tend to be negative; [Holy Relics] carry a great piece of history or heroic deeds and tend to be positive.

This shepherd's flute, which eliminated rat infestation but also killed a city of children, is somewhere in between the two.

One is a crime, the other is a punishment.

Represents its most fundamental historical mission:
"If you don't keep your promise, you will be punished!"

The price the Chief Justice paid was that he had to try a fraudster every seven days.

Now the shepherd's flute has fallen into the hands of the "Touch of the Kraken", which has no human concept of right and wrong, good and evil, and has even been assimilated into its part.

This historical mission naturally became its fundamental code of conduct when hunting thereafter.

Priority will be given to hunting down all those who have committed crimes such as betrayal, demolition, and ingratitude in this ocean.

As it happens, the Strait Fleet is not only originally marked by the Black Mass ritual, but is also the largest group of traitors in the North Sea.

The Kingdom of Hastings is an island country, and the army belongs to local lords, which can give them enough sense of security.

The most powerful navy, however, is aimed at foreign enemies and is mainly funded by the king.

In name, it was his personal private army, and the object of their loyalty was not the country but the king himself. They were even given the prefix "royal".

The army was fine, but every naval soldier who followed the York family in rebellion betrayed the oath of allegiance they took when they joined the army.

Having served as an official in the previous dynasty and received its salary, if you rebel against the previous dynasty again, you would be guilty of the original sin of treason!
It is equivalent to stacking a double layer of buff.

"Do not--!"

Amid the screams of Norwich and the noble officers on the ship, the boat disappeared on the sea in the moment the fog rose.

The two third-level transcendents were completely powerless to resist.

Byron, who had already fled back to Anchor Bay, stood on the bow of the Golden Hind and took in all of this.

As the one-time owner of the [Nation-Destroying Iron Nail], Byron also received information about the final result and the Touch of the Kraken.

Take a deep breath:

“Although it wasn’t perfect, the Battle of Anchor Bay is finally over.

Some members of this Strait Fleet may be able to escape, but their number is definitely not large.

And from then on, whenever York's navy entered the North Sea, it had to be on guard against an elusive and invincible enemy.

The fleet's range of activities is restricted, and the Navy Department's proposal to recruit foreign aid and recruit privateers should be put on the agenda soon, right?
Looking forward to our next collaboration! ”

This relic is only a one-time item, but the consequences of this battle will trigger a series of subsequent reactions.

A nail led to the destruction of the Channel Fleet.

But wasn’t the destruction of the Channel Fleet another nail in the coffin for York at that time?

As a result of the chain reaction, the battle in Anchor Bay may be both the end and the beginning of another system collapse.

(End of this chapter)