Pirate Kingship

As Byron chanted the story of [First-level Holy Relic: The Iron Nail of Destruction], the originally ordinary rusty iron nail suddenly emitted an ominous blood light.

In the blood light, scenes of real stories that seemed to be reenacted in history emerged.

The battle flags were flying, the knights charged, the horses stumbled, and the throne changed hands.

"Is this the Battle of Bosworth?"

Violet, who was standing behind Byron, saw it most clearly.

This iron nail clearly carried a historical event that was very famous among the people of the Bay and even half of the Old Continent - the Battle of Bosworth.

The place where the incident took place was the Kingdom of Hattings in the Channel Islands. It was also a battle of national destiny between the king and the rebels.

At that time, muskets and artillery had not been invented, and it was still the era of cold weapons where knights were kings.

As the main force of the battle, the knights, in addition to wearing full-cover heavy armor, also needed a tall horse to lead him to charge into battle.

Before the war, the king decided to lead his troops to fight against the rebels. To this end, he ordered his groom to find the most famous blacksmith to nail horseshoes for his beloved warhorse.

The blacksmith naturally did not dare to delay and started working as soon as he received the task.

But after the blacksmith nailed three horseshoes, he found that the nails he prepared were not enough.

Because the superiors were urging him too urgently, there was no time for him to make new nails, and he could only use a low-quality iron nail to hit the horseshoe.

Although there was no difference in appearance, the hidden danger had been deeply buried.

So, when the two armies fought a decisive battle on the Bosworth Plain.

The moment before, the king was still leading the charge, waving his sword to command the entire army to attack, as brilliant as a god of war.

The next moment, he suddenly lost his footing.

The king fell heavily to the ground, and the unnailed horseshoe flew far away.

The frightened warhorse got up from the ground and limped away, leaving the king alone on the battlefield.

In the chaos, the king was surrounded by the enemy and ended up being captured and killed.

He also became the famous last king because of a small iron nail, announcing the demise of a dynasty and a country in a somewhat absurd way.

Countless historians have long concluded that this famous historical event shows that things have a universal internal connection.

Even if a small detail is not done well, it may induce a series of catastrophic consequences.

Effect: It can lead a series of isolated accidental events to the worst result for the enemy, and the upper limit of power is: the destruction of the kingdom!

In other words, if things have the possibility of going bad, no matter how small the possibility is, it will always develop in the worst direction.

The more complex the system and the higher the degree of chaos, the more serious the consequences will be, and vice versa, it may be completely harmless.

This is a treasure with a very high upper limit and a very low lower limit, depending on the specific usage scenario.

"I, the Wild Hunt! Judge you, the traitors of the Bay ethnic group and the kingdom!"

Byron did not forget to shout at the fleet.

With the help of the amplifying conch shell that Violet took out, the sound penetrated the rain curtain and spread far to the entire Strait Fleet.

The legendary degree of this [title] was raised by one more level.

Of course, the premise of everything is that someone can return to the Kingdom of Hattings alive.

Then, history reappeared.

The rusty iron nail that had lost its material form completely turned into a blood-colored stream of light and disappeared at Byron's fingertips.

It instantly shot into the flagship [King Edward] that kept the body of "Kraken's Touch".

At this time, on the open deck of the warship.

The commander Old Norwich, who had taken back the [Iron Bone Dragon Nematode] exoskeleton knight armor, had a slightly distorted voice:

"Throw it out! Throw all the silver coins on the deck into the sea!"

No longer cared about avenging his only son, or even thinking about what kind of judgment [Wild Hunt] had given him.

He hurriedly ordered the soldiers to throw the thirty octopus silver coins scattered all over the deck into the sea.

This thing was originally cast by his own order, how could he not know what the consequences would be once all of them were collected?

Originally, he was still wondering that the Black Mass ceremony should have been completed in Iron Anchor Bay, becoming the strongest anchor point for the "Kraken's Touch" to lock its prey.

At this time, he finally realized why the unexpected situation of the Kraken's Touch not being able to swallow the people in the bay occurred.

The enemy knows your core plan very well, so how can you play tricks?

The reason why a conspiracy is a conspiracy is that it is completely hidden from the light. Once it is exposed, it may be abandoned and even backfired.

In a panic, Old Norwich also hated Red Beard, who was more likely to cause trouble than to achieve success.

"Fortunately, I didn't follow your advice and enter the maze just now.

Even thirty octopus silver coins fell into the hands of the enemy. Can I really believe that you, a fool, successfully seized the position of the governor?

It is likely that you were used by those damned Bay people again.

This time you better die miserably enough, otherwise I will definitely punish you with the Blood Eagle and make your rest of your life miserable!"

In fact, no matter how miserable Red Beard died, Old Norwich could only speak harshly at this time.

The speed at which the Kraken's Touch responded to the ritual call was much faster than the speed at which they picked up the octopus silver coins from the gaps in the deck.

Using strong winds, rain, and big waves as mediums, countless tentacles that were originally invisible to the naked eye have gradually revealed their own shapes.

A flash of white lightning streaked across the night sky.

One sea mile away, Byron and Violet clearly saw a huge figure covered with tentacles flashing above the head of the second-level ship.

The navy standing on the deck could see it more clearly and with more impact.

There were even many mortal soldiers with keen spiritual senses but too low anchorage. Unable to bear the gaze at that moment, they pulled out their flintlock guns and pulled the trigger on their own heads.

And because water entered the barrel and wetted the gunpowder, it could not be fired successfully.

This made them even more manic and used the pistol as a hammer, knocking out their own brains in an extremely brutal manner. Even if the companions around them tried their best to stop it, they could not save it.

As time passed, more and more soldiers joined him, and chaos arose on the battleship.

"Damn it, a natural disaster is coming!"

The fleet commander, captain and other senior officials who knew the inside story were livid, but they were powerless and could only passively face the trial.

The gap between them and the "Kraken Touch" is wider than the gap between ants and humans.

The so-called ritual is nothing more than a group of ants accidentally figuring out a pattern and forming an "S" and a "B" where humans must pass.

If humans happen to be in a good mood, they may find it very interesting and give them some crumbs.

But the next time he puts on this unworthy posture, he happens to catch the other person in a bad mood.

Maybe what you receive is not bread crumbs, but a soak of hot urine, or a pot of boiling water.

Norwich is still hoping for the best of luck.

They were completely unaware that the [Iron Nail to Destroy a Country] had already quietly taken effect in a corner that they couldn't see.

Byron first lurked into the lower gun deck of the battleship.

The gunports on both sides should have been nailed inboard and the gundoor bolts inserted.

Then, caulking material made of pine oil mixed with linen wadding must be used to fill the gaps on the four sides of the gun port, and waterproof work must be done strictly.

Especially the leeward side has been completely immersed under the sea due to the tilt of the hull, and the 14 gunports on this side have also endured greater pressure.

At this moment, under the influence of an inexplicable force, one of the iron gun door bolts that locked the gun door began to rust at a speed far exceeding normal.

In just a few breaths, it broke into two pieces as if it had been soaked in seawater for several years, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Under the impact of the violent storm outside, the twisting material used simply to fill the gaps was simply not enough to withstand the pressure of sea water.

Bang!

With a crisp sound like a bottle cap being opened, the cannon door was suddenly blown open by the waves, and cold seawater poured in through the cannon port.

The ship began to tilt further.

This layer had been damaged by Byron previously, and many of the cables that originally held the gun carriage firmly in place had long been broken.

As the ship tilted, these 32-pound guns, whose barrels alone weighed two and a half tons, immediately slid on the gun carriage on the tilted gun deck.

Especially those artillery pieces sliding over from the starboard side of the windward side, because the acceleration distance is longer, when sliding from one side to the other side, they will slam into big holes in the side of the opposite side of the ship.

Let the water situation get out of hand.

The accumulation of numerous artillery pieces to the port side also made matters worse, causing the center of gravity to shift again.

More seawater continued to pour in step by step, and the water level at the gun position on the leeward side became higher and higher.

All this happened so suddenly that the damage control personnel who came after hearing the news were unable to get close to the port side to perform plugging operations.

"Quickly, let's push all the guns back to the starboard side and bring the battleship back to balance first."

Under the command of the officers, the soldiers tried to push the 32-pound guns that had been piled on the port side to the starboard side.

But how easy is it?

At this time, the ship's hull tilted severely to the left, forming a steep slope.

It is no longer possible for humans to push nearly twenty cannons weighing more than two and a half tons in the surging water.

A second-level transcendent wanted to be the hero who saved the entire ship, but he accidentally slipped and was forcibly run over by a heavy cannon.

The desperate wailing sound caused the remaining morale and sanity of the other sailors to disappear in an instant.

"It's over, we're done!"

What made everyone even more stunned was.

The cold seawater has been pouring crazily into the bottom cabin along the passages, gaps and holes broken by the previous fight between Byron and Norwich.

Let the "Kraken's Touch" that must never be immersed in seawater really be immersed in seawater!

The colorful pottery jars originally used by overseas natives to seal it melted away as quickly as if they were made of yellow mud after encountering sea water.

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The liquid inside bubbles and bubbles like boiling water.

The highly corrupted pale tentacles swelled and shrank, swallowing seawater rapidly, getting larger and larger, and becoming more and more active.

Then from the fracture, there were one from one to two, two to four, and four to eight. In a short while, densely packed tentacles filled the bottom cabin of the battleship.

A new choice lies before this existence that is difficult to measure with human common sense.

Should we immediately return to the sea and regain our freedom, or should we eat a big meal first and then embrace freedom, or something else?

At this moment, a stream of water came from nowhere and quietly brought an ancient flute in front of it.

A clever tentacle with independent instincts wrapped it up, and the mouthparts in the suction cup naturally played a song it was most familiar with.

Yes, there is no doubt that it was a signal for dinner!

The next moment, endless pale tentacles turned into a torrent and swept along the passage on the ship to the upper deck.