Pirate Kingship

Chapter 93: Holy Relic: The Iron Nail That Destroyed a Nation

On the sea outside, the cold rain was pouring down.

Woo woo woo.

The ghost horse took Byron and galloped along the outer wall of the ship.

Even through a layer of black bone armor, he could clearly feel the whistling wind brushing his cheeks.

The storm that had been brewing in the sky for a long time was like a huge demon, wantonly venting its divine power on this sea.

Although apart from the blue flame that was casually waved, there was no additional extraordinary ability.

Byron's own ability was fully increased, strength, speed, perception, spirituality.

It made him feel that he seemed to be omnipotent at the moment.

Of course, he was very sober, this was just an illusion after the power skyrocketed in a short period of time.

In an instant, the power of burning a third-level and nineteen second-level extraordinary people really made him experience the power of the third level in advance.

The Storm Knight's [Riding] allowed him to control the ghost horse under his seat like a fish in water, and he was even more powerful, without any problem of losing control.

When he reached the upper gun deck, he suddenly ducked his head to avoid a flying cannonball.

Pulling the reins, the ghost horse lowered its head and smashed the gun door and rushed into the cabin, knocking all the sailors along the way away.

Byron lay on the horse's back and followed the horse out of the gun door on the other side.

Then he repeated this process and turned the strongest second-level battleship in the fleet upside down.

The angry old Norwich roared behind him and had to summon the marines on the ship through the law network to chase and intercept.

It was not until Byron rushed to the open deck with the momentum of crushing everything like a chariot that the escort team belonging to the fleet commander finally blocked him.

But in the heavy rain, even if the ordinary flintlock rifle used a rain cover, the attack density of the projectile was greatly reduced.

Sporadic lead bullets hit Byron's full-cover armor and bounced off immediately without any lethality.

Byron just combined the horse and the horse with the help of the horse's horsepower, and swept across with the lance, causing a bloody storm among the guards.

At this time, the old Norwich finally caught up.

He stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his body instantly accelerated and almost turned into an afterimage. He swung out a [Cross Rage] with his superb silver cross swordsmanship.

"Break it for me!"

Using the anger that had been suppressed for a long time as fuel, he wanted to cut Byron into two pieces with one sword.

He was born in the Blood Cross Knights controlled by the York family, and was a fortress sequence [Blood Cross Knight] that had reached the limit of the third level.

This sword was extremely powerful, and Byron, who was a fake third level, did not dare to take it head-on.

However, although he was riding on a horse, his body was as light as a phantom. He squeezed the horse's belly, and the ghost warhorse dodged the sword like a puff of green smoke.

At the same time, the lance in Byron's hand was wrapped in wind and thunder, and he smashed the opponent's head with a [Sky Slash].

This move is to launch an attack from outside the opponent's attack range when you have an absolute advantage in attack distance.

The "distance" corresponds to the four basic principles: judgment, distance, time, and position.

The attack is close at hand, but the opponent is far away.

Combined with the mastery of time by Storm Swordsmanship, it is as fast as lightning.

Norwich did not expect that the dexterity of this ghost warhorse is completely beyond common sense.

Some people believe that it is not a horse, but a great pirate who has studied [Mountain Goat Footsteps] for many years.

He quickly rolled forward with a low body, and with superb swordsmanship, he changed his moves and slashed, trying to get close to Byron's side and cut off his horse's legs.

But Byron's secondary weapon opened fire.

The hot steel balls not only interrupted Norwich's attack rhythm, but also penetrated the open deck, sending several gunners on the artillery deck directly below into the sky.

In just a few seconds, the two exchanged three moves in the heavy rain.

Just like Byron was very familiar with the York family, York was also familiar with Lancaster.

There was no need to look at the face, just the traces of swordsmanship engraved into the bone marrow, and you could recognize the other party at a glance.

Old Norwich gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"Storm Swordsmanship, Lancaster, it's you!"

At this time, Byron was stopped by him, and hundreds of marines on the ship had rushed over from all directions.

The aura on Norwich became stronger and stronger.

The third-level ability of the knight profession [Knight Commander]:

"You can gather the strength of your knights. The stronger the strength and the more people there are, the better the effect.

You can also bless your subordinates with various aura abilities, allowing them to exert a combat power that is far greater than the sum of one plus one.

Only this third-level ability can overwhelm the pirate profession's [Pirate Battle Flag] (Chapter 83)."

As the Marines surrounded him, the captain of the ship, another third-level extraordinary person, also surrounded Byron from the other side of the deck.

Byron did not hesitate to replace the knight's gun with a "knight's gun".

While speeding up the horse towards the windward side of the ship, he shouted:

"Be honest. As a knight, you should perform the gun-drawing technique with dignity!

Song of Sorrow!"

The six pipes of the [Organ·Black and White Keys] sounded together, tearing a bloody hole before the Marines completed the encirclement, and easily broke out.

Jumped directly from the towering open deck into the turbulent sea.

The moment he broke away from the King Edward, he raised his hand and scattered a large number of octopus silver coins stained with little Norwich's blood.

They all fell on the open deck of the second-level ship, which was littered with corpses.

[Black Mass Ceremony] is now completely declared complete!

The strong wind above the fleet gradually stopped.

It seems that even the wind and rain here feel a little uneasy.

The sailors on the deck also shuddered, as if they were suddenly targeted by some fierce predator.

If any extraordinary person enters deep meditation, he will find that the black shadow in the sea of ​​source material is slowly loosening the iron anchor bay.

Instead, he rolled his tentacles towards the Strait Fleet.

Looking back at Byron, the ghost horse is very magical and does not sink to the bottom, but rides on the waves.

Until it was a mile away at top speed.

Just after rejoining Violet, who had been waiting on the back of the man-eating shark for a long time, the Wild Hunt suit she wore disappeared in a burst of flames.

If Violet's quick eyesight and hands hadn't caught him quickly, he would have almost been sucked into the big wave.

"How's it going? Byron, are you okay?"

He didn't ask how the task of diverting troubled water to the east was completed, nor did he find out the origin of the magical ability that resembled [Wild Hunt] just now. He immediately cared about whether he was injured.

Byron felt warm in his heart, showed her a big smile, and made a sign that everything goes well.

The explosive ability of the [Wild Hunting Legion] only lasted three minutes. After appearing in front of others for a while, his whole body ached.

If it weren't for Violet's body, she wouldn't even be able to stand up.

But the harvest from this trip was huge.

The most important thing is that after witnessing the "Kraken Touch" with his own eyes and completing the decryption of this historical event, the last trump card was completely ready.

"A simple accident may make things worse or better, but coupled with this thing, it's really time for you to call it a day."

A person's courage often comes from the "trunk card", as the saying goes: having confidence.

All objects always remain at rest or move in a straight line at a uniform speed when not acted upon by external forces.

This is why no matter how powerful a being is, someone always needs to help at critical moments.

Although Byron was always taking risks, he kept his most important trump card unplayed.

The first entry [Historical Corrector]:

“1. The anchor on you is more stable.

The object with which you have an anchoring connection will also be more likely to be involved in a historical vortex with you, approaching all kinds of unknowns and secrets.

Of course, if [Anchors] are strong enough and there are enough, they might be able to pull you out of the vortex directly. "

Byron found that as they fought side by side, the anchor between him and Violet became stronger and stronger, chasing those relatives and friends who were still alive.

The most important thing is the second one:

"As compensation, when participating in hidden events with a historical impact of more than 30 years.

You can summon a one-time [holy relic] related to a region or nation from history at any time to help you correct history.

The higher the level of decryption, the stronger the effect of [Holy Relic] will be!

An event can only be used once. "

Byron stretched out his hand and flicked it into the air. When he opened his palm, there was already a rusty nail in his palm, like a forcibly bent iron nail.

As a third-level craftsman, Violet recognized at a glance that this was an iron nail specially used to drive horseshoes.

But he didn't bother Byron.

When the decryption density of [The Admiralty's Conspiracy] reached 100% just now, he already knew what the holy relics he could summon were.

——[First-level holy relic·Iron nail that destroys the country]!

After seeing its capabilities, I have already thought about its specific usage.

At the moment when "Kraken's Touch" swept back towards the fleet.

It's the right time to take advantage of people's danger and add insult to injury.

Byron raised the iron nail high above his head and began to sing a folk song that was very famous among Bay residents:

"A nail is missing, a horseshoe is missing, a horseshoe is missing, a war horse is lost, a war horse is lost, a battle is lost, a battle is lost, a country is lost."

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