Pirate Kingship

"Hmm, a not-so-strange ceiling."

Byron suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep.

He found that he was no longer in the bedroom of Ganquan Palace. The ceiling above his head was not even a normal building ceiling, but a high and distant night sky.

In each glittering star, there was a faintly revealed a sacred figure that was strange in shape but equally majestic.

The reason why Byron said that this ceiling was not unfamiliar was because he had seen similar scenes before.

The space where the [Ten Thousand Winged Angel] and other "angels" split by the [Bound Creator] slept together - the Pantheon!

But now it was very strange that the already very high starry sky became even higher than before, and everything was inverted, like a reflection through the water surface.

"Water surface? Water? Water!"

Byron thought of the water surface, and suddenly found that he was clearly soaking in the sea water at this time, and many bubbles came out of his mouth "gurgling".

Of course, he couldn't be drowned when he was a fourth-level mythical creature, let alone now.

But the sudden accident also made Byron completely wake up from his half-sleep and half-wakefulness.

He rolled his eyes wide, and there was endless dark sea water around him, and the queens who were lying in his arms before going to bed were all gone.

Then he found that he did not come here as his real body, but was brought into the perspective of the [Ten Thousand Wings Angel].

"But although I habitually practiced 'All Things Return to One' with the two queens before going to bed, I obviously did not synchronize with the [Ten Thousand Wings Angel] after falling asleep. How could I be forced into the other party's perspective?

And it was completely different from when I took the initiative to go to the Pantheon to inspire believers before."

Byron tried to move his hands and feet, but there was no response.

In this state, he seemed to be in a nightmare. Except for his eyes and mouth, he could move slightly, and his body seemed to be extremely heavy as if it was filled with lead.

What's even more strange is that he is now sinking into the oppressive, cold, dark, and bottomless sea bit by bit, sinking deeper and deeper.

"What's going on? Am I having a nightmare?"

Byron tried to mobilize his divine aura to break free from this helpless state.

But not only was his body out of control, but even his spirit was lifeless, and no matter how he called, there was no movement.

After several unsuccessful attempts, he calmed down and recalled what happened before he fell asleep.

"After the battle of the first island chain, I left part of the security fleet to deal with the sea monsters and the wreckage of biological warships with the black wizards of the Bloodthirsty Cult.

The other fleets in the Grand Fleet returned to their own defense zones.

It was too late today, and we agreed to hold a grand banquet tomorrow to celebrate the victory of this founding war.

My two sisters and I also returned to Ganquan Palace.

But as soon as I closed the bedroom door, I was tied up by a bunch of tentacles extending from under Violet's skirt, asking me to tell the truth why I smelled like other women.

Both of them have the blood of the Night Demon, and their perception of smell, blood and hormones is extremely keen. Even if they want to cheat, it is impossible to hide it from them.

What's more, after Jeanna Don Quixote was possessed by the Mother of Monsters, the female hormones and even the remaining [Reproduction] power in her body were about to explode.

Then"

Even though the situation was a bit weird now, Byron couldn't help but show a hint of aftertaste on his face.

Of course, the beloved sisters couldn't really do anything to him for such a small matter.

Not to mention that he didn't do anything, even if he did, they would only think that Byron was taken advantage of by the old woman who lived for two eras and died for one era.

It was just that during the "big punishment", Catherine and Violet were probably affected by the remaining breath of the monster mother and became particularly active and bold.

In the end, not only did the two sisters go into battle together, but even the two divine incarnations that Violet had just differentiated also joined the battle.

The consciousness, memory, and personality of the divine incarnation are the same, but each represents a different aspect of the character, so there is no sense of strangeness when getting along with them.

Like the little witch, they are both inexperienced and playful.

Naturally, Byron didn't treat them politely. He knocked them down one by one without saying a word, and ate them clean from head to toe.

Of course, his physical strength reached the limit after a series of battles during the day, and finally he lost his footing and was squeezed clean by the "four" sisters.

The pressure accumulated when dealing with the old gods was also swept away.

Before falling asleep, his [Creation] power was vaguely touched, and it seemed that another offspring belonging to him was born.

But for a moment, he could not tell who the child's mother was.

In addition to the fact that the life reaction was too weak, the main reason was that there were too many people that night.

Byron took back his divergent thoughts and returned to the topic:

"I have used the Book of Time to create [Winged Angel] for a long time, and this is the first time such an accident has occurred.

Except for the residual power of [Mother of Monsters] that can only be used as a fun adjustment, which may cause similar paths to attract each other, I really can't think of other abnormalities that may cause this situation."

While he was thinking about countermeasures, he didn't know how many meters he continued to sink. The surroundings became colder and colder, and the light became darker and darker. The starry sky above his head gradually disappeared from his sight.

But Byron's side did not become dead silent like a normal deep sea, but became more and more lively, even a little noisy.

It seemed that there was nothing around, but strange sounds kept coming from a very far distance, such as whimpering, grinding teeth, whistling, sirens, and strange laughter.

The water flow was also gradually stirred, as if some huge monster was lurking in the darkness, and perhaps it would suddenly jump out and swallow him in the next moment.

If someone with deep-sea phobia came here, it would probably take no time for him to be scared to death.

Byron was not only not afraid, but based on these details, he concluded that he had probably fallen into the source sea that no human had ever explored!

"Combined with the starry sky above and the perspective of the [Winged Angel], this should be the reflection of the [Pantheon] in the source sea.

The real Pantheon is inhabited by the gods who were constantly split by the Creator. Then this reflection of the Pantheon in the source sea is likely to be."

Boom!

Just when he thought of this, with the sound of a bubble bursting in his ear, Byron suddenly broke through a layer of boundary membrane and came to another realm.

His nose was instantly filled with a terrible stench and rottenness that could make people cry, and he also saw another "Pantheon" deep underwater.

This place is completely different from the real Pantheon.

The huge pillars soaked in the sea water are covered with scars left by the years, and there are mosses, algae, and even a large number of ugly barnacles everywhere.

In particular, the mysterious starry sky that was originally bright and dazzling, with an angel living in each star, was replaced by a large area of ​​filthy starry sky.

This kind of filth is not the hazy kind of clouds and fog on rainy days, nor is it the air pollution of thick smoke in the era of the steam industrial revolution.

It's like spilling colored dyes on a piece of black drawing paper, mixed into a colorful black, and turned into a thick filth that makes people disgusted.

Those dim stars, which also had a majestic figure, flickered like the bloodshot eyes of some giant beast, blinking constantly.

What was emitted was not starlight, but disgusting moldy hyphae, which were black and yellow, gray and white, or green, and always exuded a stale smell.

At this time, Byron appeared in one of the dim stars where the mold was not so rampant.

And unlike those old gods, whose bodies died at the bottom of the deep sea and had real power, they were just equivalent to a projection with a camera function.

Then, when he found that there were two indescribable figures entrenched in the center of this underwater palace, his pupils suddenly shrank:

"Hiss! In addition to the mother of monsters, have other old gods regained their sanity?"

Hurry up and close your mouth to avoid making any strange noises to alarm them.

Just like when Byron first entered the Pantheon, the first thing he had to confirm was whether other "angels" had been received by their masters and revived and reborn.

The old gods are just crazy now, not stupid, and their subconscious reactions are likely to be the same.

Byron couldn't figure out his current state, and whether being killed would affect his true body.

Once they found out that there was a fake of a different kind here, he couldn't imagine what would happen.

Fortunately, their conversation seemed to have come to an end, and there was no thought of checking again.

The frantic mumbling was even more chaotic and chaotic than the mother of monsters, but mixed with a stench, echoing throughout the temple.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss, those who counterattacked the Silver Continent today are all idiots who have not evolved well.

Mortals know that you have to sharpen your knife before chopping wood. Hiss, hiss, your knife must be sharpened. They actually want to swallow the elephant in one breath, which is more greedy than us snakes.

Especially my ambitious mother who also wants to be the 'one of all things'. Hiss."

The hissing of snakes also echoed in Byron's cranial cavity.

If it weren't for the protection of the [Ten Thousand Winged Angel], his life essence would have reached the fifth level long ago, and I'm afraid that little snakes would have really come out of his ears, nostrils, and mouth.

He didn't dare look directly at the other party, but just glanced at him with the corner of his eye.

In his field of vision, there were snakes everywhere on one side of the temple.

Sticky, wriggling, and densely packed with colorful scales, it was actually a huge snake ball composed of thousands of venomous snakes.

But the necks of these venomous snakes were not snake heads, but triangular corrupted human heads with cone-like faces.

It seemed that they were trapped in eternal hibernation. Almost all the snakes' eyes were half closed and half open, and from time to time they spit out black or gray forked tongues.

When the horrible fishy smell invaded Byron's sense of smell, hearing, and taste through his sight, even the clothes that touched his skin seemed to have turned into slippery snake skin.

Suddenly, he felt that his scalp and skin began to itch, and he wanted to peel them all off quickly to be reborn.

He knew this old god.

It turned out to be one of the many monster descendants of [Mother of Monsters], and the main research object of the black wizard association Skinning Cult under Byron [Thousand-Faced Snake Hydra]!

Obviously, the first to return to the material world may be the oldest and most powerful [Mother of Monsters], but the first old god to regain some sanity may not be him.

Death is not the end for the old gods. After being drowned by the flood, they fell into the state between "death" and "eternal sleep".

Those who possess these two powers or similar powers have greater advantages than other similar beings.

Because of the resurrection from the snake shed, one of the main powers of the [Thousand-Faced Snake] is called [Rebirth].

The year before last, it received the sacrifice of [The Hundred-Change Enchanter] Beatrice and [The Conqueror] Cortes, and ate countless natives of the entire Azik pantheon and the royal city. Its rationality is clearly close to the critical point and has recovered to the point where it can communicate.

In the middle of the snake ball, on the head of a snake spirit that looks most like a human, a pair of snake pupils have fully opened, flashing a miserable green light.

It was it that was speaking just now.

The other indescribable creature opposite did not reveal its true appearance, but lay in a sarcophagus decorated with a large amount of gold and golden lapis lazuli.

The surface was shaped into the shape of a jackal head, and black and gray mist "bone flowers" emerged from the cracks of the sarcophagus, turning into countless followers [Dead Servant] with jackal heads, human bodies, and covered with burnt yellow bandages.

They all praised their gods:

"The one who is on the mountain, the one who is in the embalming land, the guardian of the dead souls, tombs and mummies, the jackal god Anu who sits in the underworld and weighs hearts to judge good and evil!

We praise you."

Byron's heart moved. The title "the one who is on the mountain" emphasized the identity of this [jackal god Anu] as the guardian of the dead and tombs, while the title "the one who is in the embalming land" showed his connection with the production of mummies.

This is undoubtedly a death god whose path overlaps with his.

And he is also a death god who was born in the [Corridor of Truth] in the East Continent before his death.

He spoke more logically than [Hydra, the Thousand-Faced Serpent]. He looked ferocious but had an innate elegance:

"Hydra, it turns out that the water level in the material world, which has just entered the intertidal zone, is not yet at the level needed to counterattack the Silver Continent.

Our strategy is correct.

Only by using the forbidden knowledge "Gospel of the Kingdom of Heaven" spread by [The Bound Creator] as a bridge to enter the Pantheon and regain our divinity and power can we restore our complete godhood.

In the meantime, we can pollute those "believers" who have learned this forbidden knowledge and anchored to our divine side, and create "traitors", traitors and guides on a large scale.

Cooperate with the rising flood to take over the Silver Continent. The mainland is just a piece of cake.

The number of new religions is still too small, and the remaining power of the Creator is still too strong.

We need to attract more old gods to join us to share the Creator, rather than just start to act recklessly after recovery. ”

[Thousand-Faced Snake] nodded and made a difficult hissing sound:

“Anu, my messenger hissed. Contacted [The Clown of Life].

I don’t know what he is doing secretly. He didn’t meet my messenger in person.

But he sent a message back, hissed. He promised to find a way to steal the original version of "The Gospel of Heaven" preserved in the church and send it to [Corridor of Truth] to try to activate it.”

Byron had already understood what the two gods were going to do when he heard this.

They were actually plotting to imitate him and seize the divinity in the Pantheon.

This is the divinity of [The Creator], and he is the second son of the Creator, and even the Holy Spirit of the Trinity. The Creator’s things are his things.

In other words, the old gods are going to rob him, the pirate leader?

The first thought was: the robbers are coming!

The second thought was: How can I go my own way and leave others with no way to go?

But after thinking about it, I couldn't think of any good way for a while.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he has digested the power of [Fraud], and Erha pretending to be a wild wolf should not reveal any flaws, and he can continue to act.

"All conspiracies and tricks are not as real as power.

It is best to build my kingdom of God before the old gods take action, integrate the gathering path of [Ladder of Glory] and the power of [Bloodline Original] into myself, and be promoted to the sixth-level demigod.

Add a [Crown] of the North Sea Empire to stop them. The plan to go to the Corridor of Truth must be put on the agenda as soon as possible."

Then I heard the jackal god continue to say:

"The kingdom on the [Corridor of Truth] is ruled by various living knowledge and legends.

First, everything that is said must be known! Second, it is not people chasing knowledge, but knowledge chasing people!

If the clown was born in the East Continent, he might become How could the first seventh-order true god of the Silver Age cooperate with us?

Now it is very good. Many of the Hall Sequence Transcendents with extremely high inspirations who were contaminated by Him have unknowingly acted as "traitors".

Helped many legends and historical figures of the Old Continent become terrifying and grotesque.

The famous [Knight of Lake Light] Lancelot in the legend of Hettings was born hundreds of years ago, and the [Saint] Joan of Arc who was burned to death in Iris was born a short time ago, but her power is extremely powerful.

If we add a "son of God" who came back to life from "The Gospel of Heaven", it must be very lively. "

Byron listened to the names reported by the other party, but frowned deeply.

"They are not very friendly to Hastings.

There is no need to say more about Lancelot.

Joan of Arc died in the Hundred Years' War at the age of 19. Her uncle, Mad King Henry VI, who was just 10 years old at the time, was on the throne. His seal was also stamped on the order for the burning.

It is also clear at a glance what the heroine's attitude towards Hastings and Lancaster was.

And this kind of revitalized knowledge and legend has nothing to do with reality. They are what they are in the legend, and they are what they are after revitalization.

There is no possibility of reconciliation by playing the emotional card."

A series of bad news made Byron, who was always known for his tough nerves, scratch his head.

Then, he really raised his hand and scratched it.

After a moment of distraction, he realized that his consciousness had returned to the bedroom of Ganquan Palace.

There were four beautiful girls lying beside him, with their arms and legs entangled.

In addition to Catherine, who was full of fruits on thin branches, and the petite Violet, there were two incarnations of Violet's divinity.

One was the girl Shaka, who symbolized the power of [Words], with black hair like a waterfall, and was as playful and cute as a lark.

The other was the keeper of the dressing box, who was dedicated to dressing the queen of the gods. She was fulla, who symbolized the power of [Advisor], with her long silver hair tied high behind her head, mature and beautiful.

When she was not wearing clothes, her figure was so hot that it was about to explode.

Byron was lying in the arms of the first incarnation [Advisor] Fula, with Catherine on one side and Violet's body on the other. The second incarnation [Speech] Saga, who was smaller than the little witch, was lying on Byron's belly.

The bed sheet had been soaked, but there was no time to change it.

A silk quilt could not cover five people. Four white and beautiful bodies shone like the most perfect gems in the moonlight outside the window.

Byron lay between them, as if he had ascended to heaven.

Everything he had just experienced was really like a nightmare.

Just as he was about to put down the hand that was raised to scratch his head, he suddenly found that a red emblem gradually appeared on the left arm that had grown back after the broken arm survived.

As time went by, it became more and more obvious, and even lit up red light in the moonlight.

After a while, it turned into an abstract [Tree of Life].

Including Violet's [Gate of Truth], and the tree of life on the mother of monsters are similar patterns, except that the former is upside down and the latter is upright.

The one in Byron's hand is also upside down like Violet's. The only difference between the two is that it looks a little crooked, and there is a trend of turning from upside down to upright.

Seeing this thing, he finally concluded that his consciousness was inexplicably pulled to the sea of ​​​​sources, and it was probably because of the residual power of [Mother of Monsters] in him.

Byron, who has a [Key of Omniscience] and a [Logbook], is already a master of mysticism.

He is not unfamiliar with this symbol.

In mysticism, the abstract [Tree of Life] is also called the inverted tree, which is the embodiment of "man" from mortal to true god, self-completion, from disorder to order, and from animality to divinity.

It symbolizes "reverse entropy". Going back along the tree of life can reach the seventh-level divine domain of [Crown] of the ten major source substances.

The [Sea of ​​Source] is the embodiment of order to disorder.

It symbolizes "entropy increase". Following the tree of life, one will fall into the abyss below the [Kingdom] of the ten source substances.

It is said that the "upside-down tree" contains the ultimate secret of ascending from a demigod to a true god.

As for what the secret is, Byron does not know.

However, he has heard another similar truth in his previous life:

"A tree without roots, a flower that is straight or crooked, is not complete without the yin and yang. Following is ordinary, going against is immortal, only in the middle is upside down."

Although the world is different, the principles should be the same.

Following is ordinary, going against is god.

The old gods represented by [Mother of Monsters] are undoubtedly fallen.

"But this thing is useless to me who is not even a demigod at the moment. The knowledge contained in it cannot be read. It can only be used as a temporary pass to participate in the "Traitor Conference".

Also be careful not to be discovered and contaminated by the old gods.

Oh, there is one more thing."

Byron suddenly remembered something, and when he lowered his head, he found that Violet had opened a pair of sparkling blue eyes and looked at him quietly.

Like a victorious general, she slightly raised her white jade-like chin, proudly grabbed Byron's hand and put it on her fair and smooth belly.

Let him clearly feel that a weak little life is growing vigorously.

A silly smile slowly overflowed from Byron's face, and the corners of his mouth almost grinned to his ears.

"The mother of the child turned out to be Violet, and my second little princess was born alive. This time I can finally be a normal father."

Before he finished speaking, the first incarnation [Advisor] Fura behind him suddenly turned into golden mist and merged into Violet's body, and then separated again.

Byron immediately discovered that the little life in Violet's belly was also transferred to the body of the first incarnation, Fura.

"Uh, awesome!"

He originally thought that Violet would at most give birth to a bunch of babies like an octopus girl, but he didn't expect that he was still superficial. This is a seahorse girl who can transfer her children to other seahorse pouches.

Violet, who was lightly equipped, turned over again.

She supported Byron's chest and kissed his earlobe mischievously like a little witch.

"Look, although it's not as convenient as Catherine laying eggs, I have twelve incarnations and I get pregnant twelve times in a year. It's definitely not a problem to give you twelve children.

Don't think about getting rid of me when you go to the East Continent for adventure, hehe."

The battle continued.

Until the first ray of sunlight shone into the bedroom in the early morning.

The third child was not conceived, but Catherine, who had not woken up during the period, quietly shone a ray of golden light in her body, as if all dragons had completed their promotion in their sleep.