Pirate Kingship

In the same "flow" state, [Blood Red Whiskey] Alfred can cut off other people's swords with his own sword, and Cortes can pierce through steel pillars with the strange Swift Sword.

Byron, the Storm Knight, is even more lethal.

[Secret Sword Technique: Fingertip Gun! ]

Use the fingertips to gather a little force, communicate with the inside and outside with the help of breathing, and capture the specific frequency of things. Even if you hold a soft graphite bar, you can easily pierce through steel.

Even if you don't use any extraordinary power, you can kill a giant bear with just a rusty hatchet.

Byron looked at his hands.

It was not until this time that he really felt that he was controlling the extraordinary power, not the opposite.

"And unlike other people whose 'flow' can only be applied to themselves, I should be able to guide others to feel this transcendent state through my own breathing.

Help Catherine and Bruch break this barrier.

If we can go one step further in the future and reach the second level of swordsmanship [divine vision] above [flow], it will be almost equivalent to comprehending another form of [breathing of all things] in the future.

Moreover, this kind of progressive transformation of the mind is much more reassuring than external [entries], [promotion ceremony], and taboo knowledge.

It's like the exhilaration of breaking through one's own limits layer by layer during physical training!"

After Byron really reached this step, he had a strong premonition in his heart.

Perhaps this state of not seeking outside but focusing on one's own mind is the greatest reliance of human beings.

With a thought in his mind, the ghost horse and the full set of armor of [Wild Hunt Knight] on his body automatically dissipated, and he fell to the floor of the temple like a fallen leaf.

"Mr. Cortes, wake up, it's time for you to go to work."

He reached out to Cortes' body, a pale blue flame ignited, and a confused figure was immediately grabbed out by him.

Byron chose to retain his consciousness.

The same pale blue flames as Byron lit up in the eyes of the dead soul, and soon regained consciousness.

But as a [Weird Wild Hunt Servant], Cortes, who was reborn, had already transformed his hatred for Byron into infinite loyalty.

Kneeling on one knee, bowing deeply:

"My master."

After saluting respectfully, he automatically got into Byron's shadow.

Cortes was not like Beatrice, who directly threatened Catherine's life.

Strictly speaking, there was no personal hatred between the two of them. In the final analysis, it was just an irreconcilable conflict of interests between the camps.

It is very normal for the winner to be the king and the loser to be the bandit.

As for taking off my Wild Hunt mask?

Under the mask is [Falcon] Alvin, under Alvin is [Pirate General] Bill, under Bill is [Sea Hunter] Byron Tudor, and under Tudor is [Wild Hunter] Byron Lancaster.

Go find them, what does it have to do with me?

You will never find them even if you search for a lifetime.

"It's a pity that this third-level Knight Commander is not like Falcon Alvin, whose soul was extracted by me in a coma. After possessing him, his body is still alive.

Cortes' body is broken.

I can't fix such a big heart on his chest, let alone the ability to revive the dead, so I can only let him possess someone else again.

Even if he can't exert the original strength of the third-level Knight Commander, just the heart flow state that no one can deprive him of is enough for him to become a nearly invincible existence in the second level.

Even if he is not as flexible and easy to use as [Variety Enchantress], it can be regarded as making up for my loss."

Byron not only recruited new thugs, but also recycled the corpses of the two third-levels into the superior [Transmutation Blood].

And perhaps because of the inhuman relationship, the transmuted blood brewed by Beatrice is obviously of better quality than the ordinary third-level.

Byron looked at Beatrice and Cortes behind him and nodded with satisfaction:

"Not bad, not bad, thank you for exhausting your last drop of blood and last wisp of soul to contribute to my career."

As the battle was completely settled.

There was no objection to the ownership of the treasure locked by the entry [Why do you want to carve your name on my pipe], and the possession conditions were met.

——Notify the original owner of the item, and then forcibly possess it openly.

Now that even the original owner has disappeared, the prerequisite for forced possession has naturally been met.

Hualala.

A brand new golden anchor chain instantly linked Byron and the [Golden Code] on his waist.

His name also appeared on the title page of the code.

So far, although Byron lost his own Kingdom of Hetings, he became the legal heir of the Azik Empire by mistake.

Although this country, which had just been renamed the "Holy Golden Empire", had begun to collapse from the core.

Reaching out and brushing the air, the golden law network that only he could see emerged and disappeared.

Byron could clearly feel that the nodes of the law in reality were disappearing piece by piece, and the power of the law was also rapidly declining.

This shows that the core citizens who supported this law were dying on a large scale.

As soon as Byron walked to the door of the temple, he heard a wailing full of deep hatred outside the door:

"Castilians, are you going to regret it? Why don't you cure us?"

"Countless Azik people are dying!

We have all surrendered, and the gold has been given to you. Outsiders, why don't you keep your word?"

"Take away the disease from us."

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Many of the Azik people in the royal city were directly infected by the concept or plague aura of the [Bird-Billed Plague Doctor], and the disease was rapid and rapid.

No matter whether they were extraordinary people of high status, nobles, or the humblest slaves, they were all equal in the face of death.

In order to survive, they not only knelt down and surrendered, but also took off the gold they were carrying and piled up piles of treasures in front of the team.

In the end, they did not wait for the "promised" treatment, and in fact, they would never wait for it.

There were a total of 250,000 people in the city, and countless people were dying every moment. The resentment before death almost condensed into substance, covering the sun in the sky.

The natives in the anti-Azik alliance were not much better.

Even if they were far enough away from the [Bird-Billed Plague Doctor] at the beginning, the spread of the plague aura was enough to catch those ordinary people with weaker resistance.

It's just that the onset time is slower than that of the Azik people, and most people will wail for more than ten or twenty days before they die.

This tragic scene is even worse than the previous bloody blood sacrifice ceremony.

Today, too many people died in the royal city!

Woo woo woo.

The whimpering of the dead can be heard in broad daylight.

In contrast to the miserable natives.

There are many Castilians who are not afraid of death and are looting gold in all parts of the city.

Especially those extraordinary people who have spiritual barriers that are more effective than protective clothing, and they have no scruples.

They are obviously prepared for the plague.

Without waiting for Cortes and the Wild Hunt to decide the winner, they took the layout of the nobles' residences in the city and began to loot the land, moving quickly and without hesitation.

"Here is a whole set of tableware made of gold. We are rich, we are rich."

"There are clothes made of gold thread here, and there is a big piece of top-quality spices over there. The City of Gold is worthy of being the City of Gold."

"That's nothing. Look, there is a throne made of pure gold in this palace.

If we take it back and present it to His Majesty the King, maybe he will give us a title if he is happy, hahahaha"

Wailing and laughing, the two states of the conquered and the conquerors are real and ironic.

And not only the Castilians, but other forces of all sizes who had been prepared for a long time also rushed over from all directions with red eyes in their boats.

When Byron walked out of the temple, there was already a group of demons dancing in front of him.

The colonists had long forgotten the [Conqueror] Cortes under the stimulation of countless gold, silver and spices in this city of gold.

Anyway, whether his plan succeeds or not, or even whether he lives or dies, it does not prevent others from making a fortune.

What about [Wild Hunt]?

Can he kill everyone by himself?

Besides, there are many third-level extraordinary people from various forces here. Even if Byron succeeds in breaking through the flow, he can't do anything to them.

Seeing this scene, Byron, who has legally inherited the Azik Empire, frowned and roared in his heart:

"Stop it! The Golden City is now named Lancaster. You damned robbers, put down all my gold!"

Although [Cortes' Ambition] has ended, there are still so many Castilians and various forces who are fine.

As long as they bring the gold back, only Cortes and the Skinning Church will lose.

Others will still eat with oil in their mouths.

Byron likes to pick peaches, but he doesn't like to make wedding clothes for others.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, his eyes are locked on the logbook again.

[Secret: Cortes' Ambition, Influence 30], once successful, it will also affect the pattern of the whole world.

After the decryption density reaches 100%, Byron can summon a one-time [holy relic] related to the region and nation from history.

"Azik fell, and the others were full? You wish!

Those who took mine will be returned to me sooner or later."

He stretched out his hand and fished in the air, and took out a shining gold coin.

But there was a laughing skull in the middle of the gold coin.

And this is the [holy relic·Azik's cursed gold coin] that condenses the resentment of all Azik people towards the colonists!

Byron flicked his fingertips, and the cursed gold coin instantly disappeared into the air.

And all the gold in the city was covered with a layer of shadow.