Pirate Kingship

Clang——!

Joan of Arc drew her sword from her waist, and countless red flames turned into fire snakes that swam towards the entire sky in the twilight. The blazing flames instantly illuminated the dim sky again.

Even the blood moon in the sky with Lilith's face, which quietly cast its gaze on the Night Demon camp, seemed to be eclipsed.

"Ah——!"

"Run!"

The low- and medium-sequence Night Demons around seemed to have returned to the sun. They couldn't help but scream, covered their eyes, and smoke came out of their bodies. They turned into countless bats and fled in all directions.

Joan of Arc ignored them, but just raised her sword and strode towards the "Grand Duke of Thorns Vlad III" opposite.

Every step she took left a charred footprint on the ground, and her momentum and heat increased by one point.

Back then, Joan of Arc was captured by the Hetings people.

Byron's great-uncle, Richard VII, who had become the King of Iris with the help of Joan of Arc, did not spend money to redeem this national hero with great reputation in the country.

The Inquisition, which received instructions from the Lancaster royal family, eventually sentenced her to immediate execution at the stake for heresy and witchcraft.

But when Joan of Arc was abandoned by everyone, she did not abandon her faith.

Her last words were still:

"Except for treason, I am fearless, because God is with me!

For Iris, I am ready to die!"

This was her unswerving obsession until her death.

At the moment of death in the fire, the holy light, flames, and spiritual glow jointly forged Joan of Arc's unshakable obsession into her exclusive magic [Red Lotus Holy Sword].

When she was activated as a knowledge legend, she was materialized together with it.

This holy sword has no fancy effects, only the same pure and firm flames as her, purifying all filth and enemies!

It is not an exaggeration to call it the strongest magic of the fire system in the Old Continent.

After the Night Demon noble flew away, the flames that lit up half the sky instantly bloomed, turning into countless fiery red lotuses that distorted the air.

They turned into bright red streaks in the sky and launched a barrage at Byron.

Bella, Selina, and a group of servants behind Byron saw that the situation was not good and had already retreated far away, leaving the battlefield to the two false gods.

"The momentum is good, exactly the same as described in the legend.

Although both are activated knowledge, Lancelot is a minotaur who specializes in stealing other people's queens, while Joan of Arc is a selfless sun that illuminates others.

And the obsession is precisely the beloved Iris Kingdom.

As long as I can shoulder the righteousness of Iris and stand on the moral high ground, it will not be difficult to reach a cooperation with such a decent person.

I am not as stingy as my uncle. I will make you the Imperial Army Marshal when the time comes!

I just hope that my cousin Louis XI can be decent as soon as possible. If it delays my big event, I can only send you to be decent in person."

Byron's mind was racing, but his movements were not slow at all.

A circle of blood light on his body exploded, turning into countless illusory "vampire touches" with fangs and claws, waving in the air, and instantly absorbing most of the red lotus that hit him.

When the Night Demon was a fourth-level mythical creature, he could achieve immortality by relying on the immortal blood and panacea in his body.

However, unlike the fifth-order false gods, they also need to be constantly replenished with blood and energy from the outside world to maintain the stability of their own systems.

And Vlad III's immortal ladder is [Blood Tax]. As long as the blood tax is endless, he will never die.

The power displayed to the outside world is "levy".

Add power to all of his own attacks, collect the enemy's spirituality, moves, and flesh and blood as part of his own, and even hit the enemy's attack back on the spot.

It's a pity that he encountered the strongest magic of the fire attribute in the world today. The vampire touch just extracted the opponent's fiery spirituality and holy light, and it burned with a "bang".

If Byron hadn't cut it off in time, the flames would have burned all the way to his body.

It shows that there is a clear gap in the power level between Joan of Arc and Vlad III.

Byron knew this very well, but the time bought for him by the vampire touch was completely enough.

The shadow under his feet suddenly turned into scarlet blood, twisting rapidly and transforming into the appearance of a night demon tax collector, holding an account book in one hand and a blood bottle in the other.

[Mother of Creation·Lilith] is the collection of all the negative forces in the world, and the night demon has a unique advantage in learning shadow witchcraft.

The shadow pulled out the cork, and the rolling blood that had been accumulated for an unknown period of time turned into a blood lake in the port in an instant.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Countless swords, spears, swords and halberds suddenly exploded in the blood, and the sharp stakes shot directly at the Saint Joan of Arc who was walking in big strides.

The speed of these sharp weapons was too fast, as if thousands of crossbows were shooting, making a piercing whistle that made people's scalps numb.

There were also many miserable figures who were already stuck on the tip of the gun, and they stretched out their arms and rushed towards Joan of Arc, wanting her to become like themselves.

——Anti-military magic [Thorn Punishment]!

Vlad III can freely use the blood tax collected, shape it into various weapons, and cause penetrating wounds to enemies in a large area.

As long as he wants, he can instantly suck the pierced enemy dry, and all the flesh, blood, soul, and extraordinary power will become part of his own blood tax.

If he doesn't dry up the pool of blood tax he has accumulated, it will be difficult for others to kill him.

The reason why Byron chose him as a vest among the fifth-level Night Demon Pseudo-Gods is because the abilities they possess are the most similar.

But facing the Thorn Execution, which was enough to wipe out a large group of heavy cavalry with this one strike, Joan of Arc did not stop, charging like a silver-white galloping horse.

Her breathing changed quietly, and she activated the Paladin's Secret Skill [Silver Emblem], and became one with the Holy Sword in her hand, cutting off all the spears and halberds that were shot at her like a hot knife cutting butter.

Crackling

A raging fire ignited in the blood lake, black smoke billowed, and a strong smell of burning was emitted.

The rain of spears and halberds did not cause any obstacles to her.

If it was still [Grand Duke of Thorns] Vlad III who was here, at this point, he would have almost revealed all his cards, and would have to face a one-sided beating next.

The female night demons who were watching could not help but cover their eyes when they saw this scene, and dared not watch the tragic scene that followed.

Joan of Arc might not be able to hunt demons ruthlessly as she said, but she did not have any good feelings towards the night demon group, and it was almost foreseeable that Vlad III would have his hands and feet cut off and his stomach ripped open.

However, Byron is not Vlad III!

The same sword can produce completely different effects in different hands, and the same magic can also be very different in different hands.

The foundation of the Night Demon's power [Blood of Transmutation] represents "change", and the Immortal Ladder, which symbolizes the essence of this power, is precisely on Byron.

With his realm of almost condensing the priesthood of [Transformation], just a thought, the originally rigid [Thorn Execution] has undergone earth-shaking changes in an instant.

When Joan of Arc was still forty meters away from Byron, with the eyesight of a legend and a false god, she could clearly see how many eyelashes the other party had, and the sword light was also within reach.

The wind on the sea stopped, but everything in the blood lake began to flow rapidly.

The calm lake turned into a torrent, and the sharp blades of the long spears and halberds transformed from blood flowed, and the sharp energy soared into the sky, cutting the clouds passing through the battlefield in the sky into pieces.

Byron, who had been standing in place without moving a step, also moved for the first time, reaching his hands into the blood lake under his feet and pulling it suddenly.

Huh!

The battlefield was suddenly filled with blood.

Joan of Arc couldn't help but squint her eyes. When she opened them again, a bloody axe that was 40 meters long and thicker than the main mast of a warship had already chopped in front of her.

This size of weapon can chop off the head of a sea monster, not to mention chopping people.

"Don't even think about it!"

The flames of the [Red Lotus Holy Sword] in Joan of Arc's hand flashed, and a small sun rose slowly on the island.

Clang!

The island shook violently, and the sword and axe collided, exploding a cross-shaped light mark that was more dazzling than the sun. For a moment, I don't know how many low- and middle-sequence clansmen were temporarily blinded.

However, this time, although Vlad III's power essence did not increase at all, the Red Lotus Holy Sword could no longer easily cut off the axe blade of the giant axe.

The giant axe was unscathed.

The axe blade composed of blood flow was constantly flowing and humming, and before it was burned by the hot sword in Joan of Arc's hand, it had already been completed in advance.

At this time, Joan of Arc's opponent was not a mere battle axe, but the [blood tax] accumulated by Vlad III throughout his life.

The girl's white jade eyebrows slightly clustered, and the sword blade flipped, and a move of stealth piercing through the sword edge deflected the axe blade.

A red lotus exploded under her feet, and she was about to use the momentum to step on the thick axe handle and rush towards Byron.

But Byron smiled, with a kind of free and heroic look on his face that was different from his feminine appearance.

"Flowing water will not deteriorate and rot, and the door hinges that are often turned will not be bitten by termites.

Miss Joan of Arc, please try my improved [Blood Fighting Method]!"

The 40-meter giant axe turned into invisible and intangible blood light, suddenly shrunk ten times, and rolled up a bloody wind. It was lifted above the head by Byron, who spread out a pair of bat wings and leaped towards her, and suddenly expanded again.

"Hah, cut——!"

The axe face, which was bigger than a house, was chopping Joan of Arc's face. Before the blade arrived, the strong wind had already blown the golden braids back.

"A young and not famous Night Demon Pseudo-God actually has such strength? The realm of 'All Things Return to One' should be more than 5%."

This scene was beyond Jeanne's expectations, and she had to be extremely alert and careful to deal with it.

The battle has been fought back and forth until now, and it has actually lost the original intention of "killing the monkey to scare the chickens" at the beginning.

But the pride of the [Paladin] does not allow her to stop fighting a Night Demon that she hates so much.

But the strength shown by Byron is really difficult to deal with.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Two afterimages flashed, so fast that mortals could not catch them, and only loud roars were heard from the open ground.

The blood in Byron's hand turned into a weapon, sometimes an axe, sometimes a gun, and sometimes a sword, which can be big or small, short or long, soft or hard, soft or hard.

Although the [Red Lotus Holy Sword] is blazing and huge, and is not afraid of the opponent's endless tricks to break through the defense circle, it cannot take down the opponent in a short time.

Jeanne finally looked at him straight in the eye for the first time.

Silver short hair, red pupils with a hint of evil purple, tall figure, a pair of black bat wings behind him like a cloak blending into the night, adding a mysterious charm to him.

Even with a feminine face, he became particularly majestic and powerful with the blessing of strength.

A group of mid-sequence female night demons, succubi, and followers led by Bella and Selena in the distance all screamed for him.

Byron now personally proved a famous saying:

"Fashion value" is also part of strength!

Further away, the other three fifth-order false gods on the island were also watching the battle silently.

Standing at the very edge is the lower-ranking Familia [Ghoul Lord] Hannibal. He is naturally inferior to other Night Demons and has no right to comment on a Night Demon Lord.

In the middle is the [Iron-Blooded Knight] Gangero, who has withered white hair and wears heavy blood-colored armor. His face is vicissitudes of life, and his whole body exudes a strong smell of rust, which is actually the smell of dried blood.

You can tell at a glance that he is a murderous butcher.

The last [Rotblood Stigmata] Macavian looks like a melancholy black-haired prince.

But except for the face, the exposed skin all over the body is covered with black tattoos, and you can hear bursts of wailing in your ears at a glance.

[Iron-Blooded Knight] Gangluo held a serrated decapitation knife in his hand, his face full of surprise:

“I haven’t seen you in just a few decades, but Vlad III has made such great progress?

He is only two hundred years old and can fight for so long with a saint personally blessed by the Mother Goddess. Is he still a rare genius among his clan? "

[Rotted Blood Stigmata] Mcavian had a sinister look in his eyes and did not answer, but he also secretly wondered:

“The absolute power is still similar to what it looks like on the surface, but the application skills are very subtle.

I originally wanted to wait for this kid to suffer a loss before picking fruits, but now I need to carefully evaluate the gains and losses of taking action.

If I offend this kid, I might not be able to resist him. "

Soon, the battle on the beach reached a stalemate.

The scars on Byron's body that were stabbed by Joan of Arc will be healed immediately by [Blood Tax].

On the other hand, Joan of Arc did not have the support of the Guards of the Glory Ladder sequence. The more she fought, the greater the consumption, so she subconsciously used the scarlet aura given to her by Lilith.

Byron immediately sensed the changes in the other party.

The pure and flawless holy light was slightly stained with a hint of scarlet, and the human nature seemed to be slightly shifted accordingly.

"Tsk, tsk, I understand. No wonder Lilith wanted to throw Joan, who is extremely important to her, directly into the Night Demon's den, without fear of anything happening. It turned out to be this idea."

The only place that the old gods cannot reach is the "self" in the heart of man.

Lilith's control over Jeanne is much weaker than that of other Familia.

Previously, Lilith had only used forbidden knowledge to control her "animal side" and turned her into her beloved, while Joan of Arc's [rudder] was still in her own hands.

But once the power of the Blood Angels begins to be mobilized, it means that eternal corruption will begin.

The more he is mobilized, the more his humanity will be deviated. To the extreme, he will become a "Blood Angel" and completely become an incarnation of Lilith.

Not to mention someone else's advances, even if she were asked to strip naked and become the "protagonist" of a noble masquerade, she would never be able to resist.

Byron's knowledge far exceeded that of a wild child like Joan of Arc who died at the age of 19, and he saw it very clearly:

“Both Joan of Arc and these night demons on the island have been Lilith’s tools from the beginning, one is a knife and the other is a whetstone.

I have accumulated hundreds of [Storm Angels] who practice the "Gospel of the Kingdom" in my Kingdom of God, and no one understands the Familia better than me.

As long as Lilith wanted to, she could have a clear insight into the thoughts of those Night Demon Familia.

It can even make a certain night devil think that the thoughts that suddenly pop up in his mind are his true thoughts when he interferes secretly.

Therefore, this courtship scene, which was deliberately designed to offend Joan of Arc, was most likely the work of Lilith.

Vlad III may not have been influenced by the [Mother of Creation].

If there were no outsiders to help in this situation, Joan of Arc might not be able to escape Lancelot's fate in the end. "

Byron's experience with these two people who activated the knowledge of the Silver Continent was a bit sad:

“Because the great achievements of historical figures themselves have a huge influence on the world.

The activated knowledge born from this is inherently unique in nature and personality, and can meet certain very demanding ritual needs.

A perfect tool in some situations.

[Knight of the Lake] Lancelot was extracted by the Jackal God [Sword of Devouring Throne] and went to stab his own god-king in the back.

[Saint] Joan of Arc was also used by Lilith to steal from the Creator.

I don’t know if there are any other unlucky ghosts among the famous activation knowledge that was born in these more than a thousand years who fell into the hands of the old gods and were used as consumables.”

When this idea arose, Byron himself sneezed inexplicably, as if someone was talking about him.

The distracting thoughts were just fleeting. He felt that the appearance he showed off was enough for now, and if he continued, it would be a bit too showy.

The scarlet thin sword in his hand was lifted as lightly as if it was heavy, just like the spear and halberd colliding with the red lotus holy sword. The broad bat wings behind him fluttered back and returned to the original landing point.

After lifting the [Thorn Execution] which had consumed a lot, he smiled "evilly" at Joan of Arc:

"Miss Jeanne is worthy of being the favored one of the Mother Goddess. I admit defeat."

Everyone could see that "Vlad III, Grand Duke of Thorns" was indeed at a disadvantage, but his elegant and fashionable demeanor was not much different from winning.

The many female night demons and succubi who were watching the battle were just a bunch of natural prostitutes. At this time, most of them had slightly red faces and subconsciously tightened their legs.

Joan of Arc had not yet discovered anything unusual about herself, but she also knew that if she continued to fight, it would be difficult for her to kill Vlad III. She just took a deep look at him, returned the sword to its sheath expressionlessly, and turned away.

Under the guidance of the servants on the island, he went to rest in another villa next to Byron.

Byron was originally going to find the three false god colleagues to find out the inner information of the Night Demon.

But he saw a red bat flying from the sea and landing in front of him. It turned into a female succubus and said respectfully to him:

"Your Excellency, the Mother Goddess has asked you to serve. Please come with me."

The people who had not dispersed turned to look at the sea. I don’t know when a huge whale oil strange warship appeared on the port.

Everyone knows that it is the strongest battleship [Legendary Battleship Twilight Church] built by the Night Demon Clan with the efforts of the entire clan.

Now it has naturally become the ship of Lilith's priestly incarnation.

Obviously, Lilith arrived early without notifying the Night Demon on the island, and she most likely saw the entire battle between the two.

Just when Byron was about to follow Vlad III's instinct and agree, he suddenly realized that the words used in the other party's mouth were wrong, and his steps stagnated:

"Wait, what does 'serve' mean?!"

[Legendary Battleship Twilight Church] serves as the ship island with a black spire church.

Byron sighed quietly in his heart as he followed the attendant in.

No matter what this "service" meant, as "Grand Duke Vlad III of Thorns", he had absolutely no room for rejection.

But Byron is not afraid either. His ability to compete with the incarnation of the priesthood and even win in battle is his greatest confidence. No matter what emergencies he encounters, he has enough room for error.

Follow the succubus to the main hall of the church.

Before the heavy mahogany door in front of him opened, Byron could already hear the gurgling sound of water inside and the sweet smell of the blood of a beautiful virgin.

When the door opens, the first thing that comes into view is a huge white porcelain bathtub that can accommodate seven or eight people to bathe together.

At this time, the bathtub was not filled with water, but with fresh blood that was so red that it was dazzling.

A lady who was as charming as poison was bathing in blood with her pure white body openly exposed. She also had a white, straight and perfect calf like porcelain hanging on the edge of the bathtub.

She is clearly a beauty who is thousands of times more alluring than the succubus Tris.

If Lilith hadn't been recognized by the collective subconscious, perhaps Queen Marietta's title of "the most beautiful woman in the world" might not have been retained.

There is also a table next to the bathtub, with two treasures emitting bloody aura on it.

With a glance at the logbook, I could see their details clearly.

[Level 0 Holy Relic·Bone Qin]:

"If there is blood on the big harp forged from white bones, the sound will become like a creaking sound like the friction of human bones.

Anyone who hears this sound will feel weak all over, and then all the bones will come out of the body and turn into bone armor to protect the owner of the bone harp and resist all kinds of harm.

The owner of the bone harp can also control bones to fight. "

[Level 0 Holy Relic·Poison Bottle]:

“Has the ability to turn people into monsters.

As long as blood is dripped into the bottle, the blood will mutate in the bottle. Drinking the mutated blood in the bottle can cause humans, beasts or vampires to mutate and turn into terrifying and violent monsters.

At the expense of sanity, one's own abilities increase dramatically. "

Byron understood immediately.

The Vampire Clan has the famous Thirteen Sacred Artifacts, which are a total of thirteen powerful artifacts that have reached at least the level of demi-gods when complete.

His intelligence officer, the fifth-level succubus Teris, had a mutilated [Blood Cup] in her hand.

The [Bone Qin] and [Poison Bottle] in front of me are two of them, and they are also incomplete versions.

Without waiting for Byron to approach the bathtub without changing his expression and salute, a lazy female voice sounded in his ear:

"Vlad III?

My child, pick one for yourself, this is my reward for you. "

In an instant.

Byron clearly felt that his passive verb bar [sit-ups, eat soft food but hard food] was activated again.

It can make people be haunted by "rich women" in various senses throughout their lives, and they will not be trapped by soft rice throughout their lives. It can even be so "hard" that even if they don't want to eat, they will be chased by rich women and fed to them!

Byron was silent for a moment:

".Do you want to make me submit? Am I, Byron Lancaster, the kind of person who can be easily bribed by a mere zero-level holy relic?"

He looked up again and glanced at the two incomplete holy relics and Lilith in the bathtub.

Sure enough, I made up my mind:

"That's it for now, let's eat first."

So, imitating the memory of Vlad III, he knelt down on one knee and expressed his gratitude to Lilith:

“The kindness of the Mother Goddess is not over yet, and I swear to be loyal to my Lord to the death.

Even if I, Vlad III, am shattered into pieces and reduced to dregs, I will wipe out all enemies for you! "