CHAPTER 490: CHAPTER 376 KING OF WAR TEACHES THE DEEP SEA KINFOLK TO SING AND DANCE WELL!

Byron’s attention was completely captivated by the new Sacred Relic. He couldn’t care less about what the main fleet was up to.

Its first trait, [Historical Rectifier], had the following effect:

"When participating in a Hidden event with a historical influence exceeding 30, you may summon a one-time [Sacred Relic] related to the region and ethnicity from history to help you implement Historical Correction. The higher the Decryption Rate, the stronger the effect of the [Sacred Relic]! This can only be drawn once per event."

Byron had previously drawn two [Sacred Relics]. The first time was at Iron Anchor Bay, where he drew the [Nation-Destroying Nail].

Using the destruction of the Strait Fleet’s First Fleet as a starting point, he had carefully maneuvered step by step to secure his current position as Governor of the Heitings Colony.

Without that initial, crucial collapse, the York Party would not have been so lacking in military strength, which allowed him, a mere "small fry," to gradually become a Great Loyalist of York.

Now, he had even ensnared a large faction of the York Party onto his "fishing boat" with the lure of substantial benefits.

The second time, at the Aztec Royal City, he drew [Azkek’s Cursed Coin]. This further anchored his claim as heir apparent to the Aztec Empire, allowing him to reap a significant amount of gold and drive vast hordes to Silvergold Island to serve as cannon fodder, effectively picking chestnuts out of the fire for him.

Subsequently, he acquired 3,000 Death Soldiers from various nations, all tormented by the curse of the living dead, along with the "Faustian Contract" that he used to establish Financial Street.

Utilizing this manpower, wealth, and these treasures as capital, he ultimately established a massive online commercial empire that spanned the entirety of the known world.

Although the previous two draws had yielded only One-time Sacred Relics derived from regional and ethnic legends, each had played a tremendous role.

He was, naturally, particularly covetous of the opportunity for a third draw.

He could already faintly discern that it was an extravagant attire made with gold, silver, gemstones, and all other valuable materials of this world.

It exuded an aura that suggested only a monarch was worthy of it; for anyone else to even touch it would be an act of profound arrogance!

But just one glance at it made one unable to resist the desire to don it and return to one’s hometown to show off in public.

Even though Byron usually wasn’t very particular about clothing, his wardrobe filled with white shirts and a uniform selection of formal suits, he found it somewhat hard to control himself, his eyes gleaming.

Just like a woman’s wardrobe always seems to lack a piece of clothing, called ’the next one,’ it seems that every man pursuing power also lacks one, called ’this one’! Only a ruler is worthy of wearing it, and he who wears it will eventually become a ruler, but should a ruler dare to put it on, well... heh.

However, Byron saw that the current Decryption Rate had reached 92%, just one step shy of unleashing the maximum power of the Sacred Relic.

He could only momentarily suppress his urge, consoling himself in silence,

It’s close. Just stepping onto the New Continent or the vicinity of Luanyun City should instantly raise the Decryption Rate to 100%. My circumstances are somewhat similar to that ancestor Henry II from centuries ago; the ’White Ship Disaster’ was a turning point in his destiny, and this thing could very well be the key turning point in mine.

Another trump card in hand, Byron felt a little more confidence swell within him.

Only then did he find the time to see the main pirate fleet’s response using the perspective of a Warship Bird.

The fleet, numbering in the hundreds, consisted of the Barbary Pirates’ core vessels and the Adventurers’ Wonder Battleships.

Among the Transcendents were innumerable Beast Tamers, so an extra bat, Warship Bird, or seagull was perfectly normal, and no one paid them any mind.

Looking down from the sky, led by the Deep Sea Yanwang (Hell King of the Deep Sea), the dense black and white sails stretched for kilometers, resembling a massive, churning thundercloud of black and white.

The Spiritual Radiance emanating from the Wonder Battleships and the many Transcendents aboard them shot towards the heavens. The swords, cannons, and fierce, scar-covered sailors on deck presented an awe-inspiring sight.

This joint operation, a rare sight for an overseas fleet of this magnitude, seemed to press down upon the very sea itself.

Only that elusive nearly Legendary Warship, Phantom Bottle, and the Sailboat Fanatic were nowhere to be found.

Moreover, the main fleet wasn’t heading towards any Old God Secret Realms at the endpoints but instead plunged like a sharp knife into the heart of the Nightmare Triangle.

"Deploy the Rift Seal Plug!"

The command from the Ocean Throne rippled across the entire fleet.

A group of bizarre, flat-bodied, half-human, half-fish figures clustered together.

Using ropes, they hoisted stone pillars as thick and long as the topmast spars, plunging them into the deep sea with a PLOPPING sound under the direction of a few scholarly-looking Transcendents.

The figures and stone pillars continued their descent, escorted by Sea Monsters tamed by the Pirate Group.

The Pirate King stood on the flagship’s forecastle, silently observing his subordinates at work. He then turned to those beside him and inquired,

"Golden Palm, are there enough Rift Seal Plugs ready?"

The company representative, the avaricious Golden Eye Michel, immediately stepped forward, bowing obsequiously as he said,

"Please rest assured, Pirate King. As soon as we received your order, the Golden Palm Trading Company began to fully stock up. We cut the Law-Breaking Stone pillars to the dimensions you provided, preparing a total of 1,200. After processing, I, Golden Eye, personally inspected them. The warehouse administrator checked them upon receipt, and the Pirate Group’s chief accountant reviewed the inventory once more. I guarantee not a single one is missing."