CHAPTER 506: CHAPTER 386: PLEASE GIVE ME (DAD) SOME FACE (4400)_2

The Pirate King naturally wouldn’t let them go, doggedly biting at their heels along with the Sea King Dragon.

The battle had reached a point where even these Fifth Order combatants were covered in wounds, panting and gasping, yet they all held their breath, determined to dispatch the other side first.

Over a hundred Ghost Battleships also followed, charging toward the [Dragonhead Ship·Hall of Valor].

Among them, the York-led fleet, a combined force with Church vessels and commanded by the *King Edward*, proved to be the strongest.

About twenty warships formed a neat line of battle and, using the windward direction, plunged straight into the already tangled "Ship Coffin Fleet" and "Collectibles Fleet."

But the vanguard wasn’t the *King Edward* in everyone’s eyes; it was *The Golden Deer*!

In the eyes of others, one was from the York Royal Family, the other a Great Loyalist of York; their alliance didn’t seem out of place at all.

Miraculously, any warship that stood in their way seemed to encounter an invisible force field, parting on either side on its own and opening a clear path.

Once this fleet had passed, the waters would return to their previous state.

This line of battle advanced through the ferocious naval battlefield as if treading on solid ground.

This was because Miss Delia, the Navigator, now held in her hand not only a Whale Oil Lamp but also a [Second-Class Relic·Universal Travelogue].

This book, the world’s first travelogue detailing a journey around the continent, possessed the power to break through any barriers, allowing the holder to travel unimpeded.

Opening paths through mountains and bridging waters—it was the secret treasure coveted by every traveler and adventurer for their journeys.

Byron had snatched it from Silvergold Island, and here it now served as a powerful aid, allowing them to target the enemy commanders directly amidst a vast army.

Prince Sorrenberg’s voice carried from the *King Edward* across the core battlefield:

"The Dragonhead Warship belongs to all North Bay Folks! The Kingdom of Hightens is the legitimate successor among the Bayfolk Nations and should be the true master of this warship! Surrender the Legendary Warship, and I will grant you the mercy of an intact corpse."

He naturally wouldn’t naively think that a few words could make people walk willingly to their demise. It was purely to attract the attention of others, creating an opportunity for Byron.

However, neither the Ship Spirit nor the crew of the Dragonhead Ship reacted.

Meanwhile, the [Sailboat Collector], supposedly an ally, had his eyes light up with excitement yet again.

That First-Rate Ship (the *King Edward*) was indeed still every bit a first-rate warship; it was just that in the eyes of others, it was taken for granted that the *King Edward* should possess such an appearance.

SLURP. The great Creator is truly too fond of me! Today, I first encountered the beautiful Legendary Warship, the Bayfolk Dragonhead Ship. Then, I saw the pretty *Golden Deer*, the world’s fastest ship. And now, I’ve met such a strong Ghost Ship, refined inside and out by ghostly fire. You also perfectly suit my aesthetic! Moreover, the length of the cannon deck is only two meters shorter than the Kingdom of Castilia’s ’World’s Largest Sail Battleship,’ the [Holy Trinity]. A man just has to... sail big ships!

Perhaps in Mordent Gray’s eyes, different warships were like what dragon maidens, beast-eared girls, or zombie girls were to other gentlemen—each different in appearance, yet each possessing its own unique beauty.

At this moment, the Sailboat Fanatic was exactly like those ’gentlemen’ who loudly proclaim: "I am irreconcilably opposed to gambling and drugs! However, if one is bold enough, and a female ghost happens to be on maternity leave..."

He wasn’t a specialist—no mere butt-lover, foot-lover, leg-lover, or breast-lover; he was simply an all-around lecher.

Even upon discovering that the ship already possessed Ship Spirits—a primary and a secondary, both of them strapping men—his lecherous expression remained unchanged. Clearly, he wasn’t bothered by this.

However, while *he* didn’t mind, Prince Sorrenberg and Henry VI most certainly did.

"Brother, I really want to slaughter him!"

"So do I. I feel like I’m about to split just from his gaze."

Having become Undead, the two brothers were especially sensitive to stares, feeling as if a wet, slimy worm had crawled onto their ship.

They knew perfectly well what sort of degenerate the [Sailboat Collector] was. Realizing he had now set his sights on *them*, their disgust was beyond words.

They resolved on the spot: once this battle was over, they absolutely had to find a way to kill him!

They had even devised the execution method. They would toss him into the water with a rope tied to each leg, forcing him to straddle the keel, which was covered with razor-sharp barnacles, various marine creatures, and spikes.

And then... keelhauling!

Dragging the rope from the stern to the bow and back again—the mere thought would send a shiver down any man’s spine—once, twice, then a third time for good measure.

Yet, after settling on this decision, Prince Sorrenberg began to feel uncertain. Would such an inhuman method of death perhaps... thrill the Sailboat Fanatic instead?

The [Sailboat Collector], unaware that his "prey" had murderous intentions, was still fantasizing:

Both of these warships are under the York Family; once this battle is over, I’ll secretly go and propose to the two beauties!

Thrilled by the thought, he could hardly contain himself. No longer stalling under the pretense of blocking the Legendary Warship, he leaped to the top of the mast on the [Phantom Bottle], pulled out a pale white whale bone from his Storage Curio, and his entire being radiated a brilliant Divine Light.

His eyes were fixed on the hundred-meter giant whale that the [Father of the School of Sharks] had transformed into.

These monstrous, thick-skinned creatures were incredibly dangerous. Every roll in the ocean could stir whirlpools. Each flap of their fins could raise giant waves tens of meters high. And with a gentle wag of their tails, they could destroy an allied warship.