Pirate Kingship

Amid the interweaving of light and shadow, Violet's voice still echoed in everyone's ears:

"Don't you want the legal authority of the [Pirate Code] to obtain the great secret treasure that the Bay people have guarded for thousands of years?

Don't you all want to know whether the prophecy of the Bay people's revival is true or false?

Aren't you planning to join forces to divide every bit of the benefits of Anchor Bay?

Then, as you wish!"

She did not break any rules, but she actually pushed the fight that should have been very clear into an unknown direction.

All thirteen middle-sequence councillors and the extraordinary captain who voted for Red Beard disappeared one after another on their pirate ships.

Byron also felt a sudden weightlessness under his feet and his body began to fall.

The wind whistled in his ears, mixed with the cold air and the stale smell produced over the years.

It is obvious that the treasure hunt is not in Anchor Bay, or in the surface world where normal people live.

In the blink of an eye, Byron's feet touched the ground again. He just squatted slightly and regained his balance with his instinctive [mountain goat steps].

He looked up and found that he had come to the edge of a very deserted island.

Apart from stones and muddy mudflats that were about to be submerged, there was not even the smallest grass, let alone flying birds and animals.

He stepped on a reef exposed on the mudflat, and behind him was a dark sea.

As far as the eye could see, the only man-made object was the black ship-shaped coffin stranded on the deserted island!

Looking back at the sky behind him, he saw a huge anchor chain that seemed thicker than a mountain, rising from the sea outside the island and extending to the depths of the sky and clouds.

The gunpowder artist had asked him a question before:

"Do you know what the great secret treasure means? Why is Iron Anchor Bay called Iron Anchor Bay? What exactly is this [anchor] anchoring?"

This is the answer.

The [anchor] of Iron Anchor Bay anchors the resting place of all traditional northern bay people in history.

It is also called [Hall of Valor, Valhalla]!

They always believe in prophecy, kingship and the god of the wild hunt, Woden. Even after death, they will not return to the [Creator] of the church, or the chaotic source sea (Chapter 33, 34).

Instead, they will come to this ancient region between the material reality and the spiritual world.

It symbolizes the origin and destination of all bay people, and is also their root.

If interpersonal relationships are the [anchor] that individuals use to stabilize themselves, then this is the [anchor] that stabilizes the entire bay ethnic group!

The prototype of the ritual of putting pirates in wine barrels in modern pirate funerals comes from the [ship coffin burial] of the bay people.

The northern bay people who retain primitive beliefs worship dying on the battlefield and regard dying in bed as a shame.

This spirit is very similar to the "horsehide shroud" pursued by ancient generals in Byron's previous life.

However, they used ships instead of horsehide to shroud their bodies.

Important figures of the Bay People or heroic warriors who died in battle would be buried on boats.

The specific practice was to put the deceased and his (her) slaves, as well as some things that symbolized wealth, various livestock, jewelry, and weapons in the boat.

Then a torch was lit and thrown into the boat, turning the body of the deceased into ashes.

There is no doubt that the ancient ancestors of Byron and the Lancaster family also rest here.

It was not until their descendants came to the mainland and converted to the church that they stopped adhering to this tradition.

Byron felt his real but not so strong connection with it, and shook his head slightly.

I don’t comment on the ancestors who created great achievements with great difficulty, and I am not qualified to comment on them.

"Everyone knows that the pirate commander of Anchor Bay not only has great power.

He can control part of the [Pirate Code] and is qualified to open the great secret treasure guarded by the Bay people.

But what those outsiders don't know is that the great secret treasure related to the rise and fall of the Bay people in the prophecy is actually hidden in the deepest part of [Valhalla], where the warriors sleep.

The gunpowder artist also said that it is different from what outsiders imagine.

There is no legendary god here, no endless pork, and no beautiful fairies wearing minks to peel garlic for everyone.

Only"

Swoosh!

Byron seemed to have eyes behind his head, and he dodged a rusty long-handled battle axe behind him.

The powerful axe was not retracted in time, and a small part of the axe blade was embedded in the rock.

A cold light flashed on Byron's waist, and the half-sword in his hand was unsheathed like lightning, and he turned and slashed with the [Bull Sword Style].

Dang!

There was no smooth feeling of a sharp blade cutting flesh and bones, only a sound of metal clashing, and a huge force that made the arm numb was transmitted.

The opponent actually blocked the blade of the half-sword with the tail of the long-handled battle axe at the moment when the weapon was restrained.

"Master!"

Byron realized the difficulty of the attacker.

He immediately retreated with his feet, and quickly distanced himself with the power transmitted by the opponent.

He retreated to the end of the reef seven steps away.

Only then did he have time to carefully observe the enemy in front of him.

He wore a horn helmet on his head, simple armor, dirty long hair and beard, and exuded a tyrannical and barbaric aura.

Under the helmet, a pair of blue eyes that were standard for the people of Taiwan were revealed.

Through the broken armor, you can see that there is a penetrating wound on his pale chest, which can be seen from one end to the other.

The weapon that can cause such a horrible wound is most likely a heavy knight's gun.

Since he was injured like this, it was impossible for him to be alive.

"A heroic spirit who fights endlessly in Valhalla?"

The logbook also shows the life of this heroic spirit:

“First-order [Bayman Berserker] Sigurd died two hundred years ago during a robbery of the Iris Kingdom on the mainland.

The person who killed him was a [Heavy Lancer] who was very rare nowadays.

As a heroic war dead, he came to the world after death through the unique boat coffin burial ceremony of the people of the North Island. "

The gunpowder artist had already told him that [Valhalla] is actually composed of countless ship coffins from ancient times to the present.

Even in ancient legends passed down from generation to generation, [Valhalla] itself is a huge ship coffin.

Naturally, there are countless dead souls, or heroic spirits, wandering inside.

They kill each other endlessly, only to rise again the next day.

The one in front of me is one of them.

"I don't know what you went through during your lifetime.

As a Bay Citizen Berserker, his strongest fighting instinct after death is actually to ambush? It's really yours. "

Byron looked over from this angle and could see where he was standing just now. A black corner was slightly exposed in the sea water.

It was obviously a submerged old boat coffin, and its owner was lying quietly inside.

Like a stone, it has no breath, no body temperature, and is completely integrated with the environment.

After discovering the aura of the stranger, he slowly stood up from the water and did not reveal Xingzo until he launched the attack.

Byron was extremely sensitive to wind noise and spied on his movements in advance.

At this time, the [Pirate Code], which promoted the election ceremony step by step, also issued a reminder to all captains entering Valhalla:

“In the first stage of the Great Secret Treasure Trial, I got three relics of heroic spirits as funerary objects.

The upper limit of the power of the heroic spirits on the island where each captain comes is the same level. Defeat three heroic spirits to prove that you are the best among pirates.

Captains who pass the customs can summon their pirate ships and crews here, and take a sailboat to enter the second-level ‘Atrium’ of Valhalla. "

Just when Byron got the hint, the heroic spirit also pulled the long-handled battle ax out of the rock.

He took up a [Stand · Window] that resembled a long sword [Bull Sword Style], crouched slightly, and was about to charge towards Byron.

Even though he had been dead for who knows how long, the fierce aura of having experienced hundreds of battles was still almost solidified.

Among all the attendants of the same level, he is obviously not the weakest.

A fierce battle is about to break out.

At this time, Byron calmly moved the tip of his sword downwards and pointed it at the ground. He leaned forward and bowed slightly towards the heroic spirit, performing the etiquette of a duel among Bay residents.

Seeing this, the heroic spirit hesitated for a moment, then followed his instinct in life and made the same action.

Just about to get into position and charge again.

Byron, who was on the opposite side, had casually thrown away the half-sword in his hand, and quickly pulled out the flintlock gun on the belt on his chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four blazing lines of fire penetrated into the head of the heroic spirit.

The art of drawing swords, see the art of drawing swords again!

Just as he staggered back, Byron picked up his sword on his toes, rushed forward with a stabbing step, and chopped off his head with one sword strike.

The heroic spirit fell to the ground and turned into a handful of ashes.

Only a gold bracelet was left, which Byron put away and stuffed into his pocket.

This was the burial object that was buried with him when he was buried in a boat coffin.

After reloading the four flintlock muskets, Byron couldn't help but sigh:

“Two hundred years ago not even the matchlock was invented.

Only by fighting against such an old antique can you feel the difference of the times. "

Although there are no fairies or fairies in [Valhalla] in reality, the fighting skills of these warriors during their lifetimes are absolutely unadulterated.

Endless battles took place over a long period of time, and the warriors' spirits died here, only to be resurrected the next day.

In their souls, only the pure fighting instinct remains.

There is no point in going head-to-head.

"Anyway, he will be resurrected tomorrow. I am not blaspheming my ancestors, right?"

Byron looked uncomfortably to the top of his head, always feeling as if there was an eye staring at him.

"No, no, no, the ancestors would be very happy if they knew that I am so flexible, that's it!"

Just as he was stepping on the rocks to kill another ship coffin within his field of vision, he suddenly heard a somewhat familiar shrill howl coming from the distance on the island.

"Help--!"