CHAPTER 475: CHAPTER 367: HEARING OF THE LEGENDARY WARSHIP!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!...

The intense clangor of forging echoed throughout Black Tide Town, forcefully drowning out the thunder rolling in the skies above.

More than a dozen phantom silhouettes, barely discernible to the naked eye, flickered ceaselessly on the battlefield in the heart of the small town.

Sparks flew, bricks shattered, and nearby structures like the bell tower, divine statues, and houses ablaze with fire collapsed inexplicably with a thunderous crash.

On the small square, after Yemengade redeployed a large number of elites to reinforce Dagon of the [Abyssal Horror], the already weakened Deep Sea Clan had been nearly wiped out.

Only Byron led a group of [The King’s Right Hand] in a joint hunt for the Divine Son.

BOOM!

Frey, the Divine Son, sent Eight Fingers flying with a thrust from his war axe, exposing a flaw under his own ribs, and, unsurprisingly, sustained another bloody gash himself.

Alfred, who had consumed a pot of "Dragon and Tiger Fight" and transformed into a snake-tailed leopard, closely followed. He withstood two more strikes than Eight Fingers, creating an opportunity for Byron to land a Thrust on the Divine Son’s thigh.

Guardian Knight Bruch, Blue Hair Halding, Phantom Blade Gus, Hawkeye James... each of them, despite incurring minor injuries, traded blows to inflict bloody wounds on the Divine Son.

This was particularly true for Gus and James, the two [Phantom Blades] who had grasped the supreme tenet: "Nothing holds eternal truth, and means bear no shackles."

In their hands, wrenches, crowbars, battle-axes, firearms... all became their Sleeve Swords. Every time it was their turn to charge, they brought a surprise to the Divine Son.

"Die, you monster!"

Just then, the two assassins, one on the left and one on the right, brandished the sleeves in their hands... er, two smelly, black and yellow toilet plungers and attacked once more.

Gus, as was customary, didn’t forget to introduce the weapon he’d conjured through deceiving the five senses, enhancing its hallucinatory effect:

"This Sleeve Sword is 30 centimeters long, made of a wooden pole and resin. It served in a century-old toilet for ten years and is also known as the toilet pump, or ’shit-extractor.’

Once it touches you, the filth can be washed from your body, but not from your heart. It will surely be an unforgettable experience for life."

The Divine Son’s face, which had remained as expressionless as an iceberg since the battle began, suddenly contorted in panic. He frantically rolled and crawled to dodge.

These two "Sleeve Swords" caused zero physical damage, but they struck directly at the soul, inflicting 100% psychological damage!

A point-blank critical hit targeting the mouth and nose could even reach 300%.

Everyone says Byron Tudor is a great good man, and I thought so too.

But why is my personal experience so utterly different?

Where’s the fair one-on-one fight we agreed upon? The knightly spirit? The moral exemplar?

Facing such an unscrupulous opponent, the Divine Son, even though his body and mind were now governed by the divinity of the [God of Fertility] and he had entered a Mechanical Mindset, couldn’t stop himself from wanting to curse aloud.

In contrast, Byron, aided by the brilliant cooperation of his companions, fought with increasing smoothness.

The halo above his head shone ever brighter.

The [Thunder Deity] was his Self God, his "intrinsic nature," "primal nature," "true nature," born even before he, as an infant, gained the ability to think.

In this state, his spirit was always serene, his breathing deep and almost imperceptible, free of thoughts and worries, yet possessing foreknowledge.

He gradually reached an esoteric state, like "the cicada senses the autumn wind before it stirs."

Relying on this higher state of perception, Byron even had an inkling of how the Divine Son would counter and what moves he would make next.

He suspected this had much to do with having experienced the riddle of prenatal existence and awakening his preexisting wisdom.

The memories and self from his past life, which served as the foundation of his memory palace, played just such a subconscious role.

Spear and war axe clashed like lightning.

With Byron intervening in time, the Divine Son, armed only with his war axe, couldn’t kill any member of The King’s Right Hand.

Conversely, as time passed, the Divine Son’s expression grew colder and more detached, struggling to control the divinity within him. The wounds on his body multiplied.

He suffered not only relatively minor lacerations but also perforating injuries that reached his internal organs, significantly draining his stamina.

"Now’s the time," Byron’s eyes sparkled as he shouted softly within the Law Network.

The decisive ranged attack finally arrived.

BANG!

The first shot came from Wayne Dote, the [Artillery Expert] aboard the Golden Deer, using an ordinary "Punisher Hammer 1472 model flintlock rifle."

But this bullet was the [Sacred Relic·The First Rifled Bullet], possessing "spiral armor-piercing" capabilities and "100% Guaranteed Hit within five kilometers."

A bright, high-speed spinning bullet left a long white trail through the pouring rain. The already heavily wounded Divine Son spotted it instantly but found it impossibly difficult to dodge.

He could only place his war axe in front of him, desperately trying to block the path of the armor-piercing bullet, his feet involuntarily sliding backward.

SIZZLE! SIZZLE!...

Sparks flew at the point of impact, so intense that even the heavy rain couldn’t extinguish them.

Violet, also on the outskirts of the battlefield, seized the moment and pulled the trigger of the serpent-headed matchlock gun in her hands.

A streak of fire, breaking the sound barrier, landed instantaneously on the Divine Son’s head before the sound of the gunshot even arrived.

Its properties were:

One, The First Bullet: The first time it is fired each day, its flight speed is forcibly increased to three times the speed of sound, and it is guaranteed to trigger a headshot effect. Similar to many weapons that must draw blood when unsheathed, it’s extremely vicious and will not rest until it has shattered a skull. It must be stained with blood before it can be recalled.

Two, The First Matchlock Gun: It can only fire one projectile at a time, but the fired projectile can weave and dodge in the air at the marksman’s will. Only after making at least ten attacks, or striking ten different targets, will its power gradually diminish and eventually exhaust its kinetic energy.

BOOM!

The next moment, the Divine Son’s half-human, half-octopus head exploded on the spot, scattering into a shower of droplets.

But unlike before, the [Deity Mask of the God of Fertility Frey] had already materialized and was worn on his face.

As his head burst, the mask also detached.

[Chameleon] Jacqueline, activating Shadow Leap, snatched it up.

The "Celestial Descent" was thus lifted.

At the same time, the shadow underfoot connected with the Divine Son, and the [Shadow Puppetry Technique] abruptly constrained his movements.

Byron plunged his great spear into the flagstones beneath him, drew the sharp sword from his waist, and held it high above his head.

Countless Storm Elves danced, hopped, and whirled on the blade...

[Frost] seemed to thread the needle, reweaving the fine threads of wind and rain between heaven and earth, only to detonate them in an instant!

A piercingly sharp sword wind abruptly arose. Others, spurred by a sense of crisis, desperately retreated.

Straining their eyes, they could only see Byron, who had been standing silently, suddenly vanish from his spot.

Then, like a phantom, he instantly appeared behind the Divine Son, as if a video had skipped frames, completely omitting the process in between.

Behind him, two sharp ribbons of wind, carrying a vast expanse of white vapor, erupted like a pair of wings with a whistle.

They tousled the others’ hair and clothes and scattered the puddles on the ground, revealing a large X-shaped cross etched into the stone pavement.

The headless figure of the Divine Son was precisely at the very center of the cross.

SLICE—!

Only after he stood firm again and sheathed his long sword did blood, as if belatedly realizing, blossom in a horizontal and a vertical line across the Divine Son’s chest.

Then the headless body was neatly sliced into four pieces, utterly dead.

[Secret Sword Technique·Cross Execution]

WOOF WOOF WOOF...

Following the two barks, another Undead fell into Byron’s shadow.

He thus acquired a Fourth Order [Undead Servant] and a vial of Fourth Order Blood of Transformation.

Byron now had in his possession Smith the [Double-faced Person], the avatar of Heavenly God Itzamna in the form of a Demon Dragon, and Godchild Frey—three Fourth Order [Undead Servants].

This was enough for him to use them as fuel at a critical moment, temporarily stepping into the Fourth Order as a [Wild Hunt Knight] to engage in a great battle.

Combined with "Whistling Deity’s Descent," even among the Tier 4 Heroes of the major powers’ top echelons, he would definitely rank high.

Meanwhile, under the effect of the overseas expansion mandate "winner takes all, loser eats dust," Dagon’s Divine Domain completely collapsed without a trace.

On both the real and ethereal Black Tide Islands, all treasures, Sacred Relics, technology, and knowledge now belonged to Lancaster.

"Quick, quick, quick! Scavenge everything! Don’t leave behind a single needle or thread!"

Well-trained Pirate Marines began to go from house to house, exterminating occupants and looting everything of value from Black Tide Town.

[You Are Not the Murderer] combined with [Outlaw Madman] also concealed their murderous traces so cleanly that the killings seemed as if they never happened.

When it was time to leave, they would detonate the whale oil refineries at the harbor.

This would become another "satisfying" whale oil production accident, rather than some heinous pirate massacre.

Subsequently, the clouds parted and the rain ceased. The sun gradually rose; time had quietly moved on to the next morning.

HUMMING...

Byron, Hawkeye James, and the successfully rescued [Beast Tamer] Jefferson—the conch shells in all three captains’ pockets simultaneously emitted a buzzing sound.

Upon answering, it turned out to be the Barbary Pirates, using the Lighthouse Union’s public communication channel, inviting all Adventurers to gather at the "Fortress Bridgehead."

They proposed to combine everyone’s strength and clear the final stretch of the shipping route.

A gathering? This looks more like recruitment for cannon fodder.

As Byron was pondering this, the voice of the Goddess Freya suddenly rang in his ear:

"Master, it would be best not to mingle with the forces of that Pirate King, [Ocean Throne].

Our ancestors once stole the world’s very first pirate ship, the [Legendary Warship·Bayfolk Dragonhead Ship], from Iron Anchor Bay. Theoretically, no ship below Legendary Grade in this world could rival it.

This time, no matter how many of them come, they are undoubtedly doomed!"

"Legendary Warship... Bayfolk Dragonhead Ship? Also stolen from Iron Anchor Bay?"

Byron and Violet’s attention, however, wasn’t initially on the warship. After her words sank in and they recovered from their brief daze, they suddenly felt that all the spoils they had just obtained had lost their appeal.

After all our hard work, everything we seized was originally theirs to begin with?

For a pirate, could there be anything more infuriating?

Then, the pair of master thieves burst into a rage:

"Robbers! Damn thieves! Deity Mask, Legendary Warship, Bayfolk Godhood... Just how many of our things did those bastards steal?!

We’re going to hang those pirates alive!"