Pirate Kingship-Chapter 706 - 473: Pirate Warlord, A Far Cry from the Past

Still passionately involved with the very wealthy [Mithril Dragon] lady.

If he goes up against the Red Rose's [Wild Hunt] Byron Lancaster, just imagining the scene is thrilling.

Besides, they're not only from two opposing camps, but also have a blood feud and rivalry over a woman, so there should soon be a good show to watch."

All the forces with interests in the Bantaan Archipelago can't wait for them to start fighting.

After all, if you eat one more bite, someone else eats one less. This is a natural rule that doesn't change based on people's desires, even for the ally Iris Kingdom.

And this is exactly the effect Byron wants!

He doesn't even need to personally attack his own Hightins Colony. The countless forces here will naturally spread the information of his presence.

With an external enemy at hand, Edward IV wouldn't dare to excessively exploit the colony's residents, destabilizing his rule.

Just like how a White Eagle facing a Polar Bear can even let blue-collar workers live in mansions.

Byron gestured to his entourage and the pirate forces stationed here ahead of time:

"Let's go, today we'll skip the base and head straight to the council room."

The two walking closely together.

Behind them, a group extracted from the Lancaster Party's [Wings of Death], each carrying a Bayfolk short-axe, with a scimitar and firearm at their waist.

Led by Bruh who revealed his true form, and [Sea Magician] Saranthe whose incarnation had the eyes of a fishman, they followed with heavy steps, imposing like moving iron towers.

Dealing with vicious pirates, gentlemanly etiquette is useless.

Only by being more vicious, more domineering, and more cunning will they fear you, follow you, and obey you.

Byron and Violet, two perfectly coordinated Fourth Order, along with the Guardsmen and over a thousand elite pirates, could face off against any Pirate Warlord.

At this moment, blades and guns are justice; might is truth!

If my fist is bigger, then what I say counts.

A grand entourage set forth along the crooked central street.

The pothole-ridden street was filled with pirates high and behaving like zombies, performing "odd species," and the broken roads filled with sewage indicated the failure of public management.

The street was lined with chaotic buildings, jagged as if gnawed by dogs, apparently poorly planned from the start—in short, a failure!

One out of every four buildings on the street was either a tavern or a brothel.

The other shops were mostly casinos, weapon shops, or pharmacies selling contraband, along with banks and black markets run by the Remit People.

Yet there was no security protection for consumers whatsoever—this too was a failure among failures!

Bloodthirsty pirates, after every plunder, returned here for merrymaking, constantly seeking out beautiful women and rum, where money could buy everything, yet poverty meant losing everything.

This city is undoubtedly a paradise for the rich, and a hell for the poor.

"This state of chaos should come to an end."

Byron and Violet are not morally opposed; they know clearly that where there is sunlight, there will be shadows.

Even if they wiped out places like this with great effort, they'd only leave a power vacuum for others to fill, and within years, it would be usurped again.

Unless all countries advance their production capabilities to such an extent that stable work yields more rewards than bloodletting, that's the fundamental way to eliminate most crimes and piracy.

The two have already started treating this place as their own enterprise, beginning initial planning.

The group paused halfway.

As Byron and Violet were regretting using the initiative approach, thinking no "chickens" would show up, suddenly a commotion erupted on the street ahead.

"Move aside, everyone step aside!"

A male pirate with a giant pumpkin head was fleeing desperately across the opposite street, waving a gleaming Fischer Slash Sword in his hand.

Anyone who dared block his way was hacked down without hesitation, screams and chaos endless.

Behind him, many pursued closely but seemed to respect some rule preventing them from openly targeting the pumpkin head.

"Chase, chase, capture him alive.

This time the witchcraft candy belongs to us, the Mole Rat Pirate Group."

"Be careful, don't break the pumpkin, or you'll break the rules—it'll be trouble."

Seeing this unintended episode, the accompanying pirate immediately stepped forward to explain to Byron and Violet:

"Captain, ever since the [Candy Witch] Ivanka returned to Black Sails Harbor, she suddenly started this routine event.

Every few days, she randomly picks a 'lucky person', puts a pumpkin head on him, and lets the whole city play a big chase game, limited to low sequences participating.

Whoever captures the 'lucky person' alive can seize the witchcraft candy hidden inside the pumpkin head.

Once eaten, it can heal all physical injuries without side effects and extend life for two years.

If the 'lucky person' successfully escapes into the sea, they can extract a strand of spirituality from all the game participants, vastly increasing their power.

Recently, several Second Order Transcendents who consider themselves strong enough requested to become 'Pumpkin Heads' and enter the game, and the witch was happy to oblige.

However, anyone daring to break the rules will anger the Fourth Order witch, and even a Great Pirate couldn't escape Black Sails Harbor alive."

Byron nodded, glanced at the information displayed on the [Sailing Logbook]:

"Forbidden Book: Candy Fairy Tale Book" series ritual of [Trick or Treat]."

He knew from pre-collected intelligence that the witch was seen externally as someone who pursued pranks regardless of consequences, erratic.

Seeing it firsthand, he realized all the borderline bloody "pranks" were just ritual witchcraft to enhance her powers.

Pirate City was treated as her "pasture" to shear the wool.

He couldn't help but frown.

In just a few breaths, the Second Order "Pumpkin Head" across killed his way to Byron and Violet without hesitation.

"You..."

Just as he was nearly face to face, he realized the typically unorganized and undisciplined Pirate City unexpectedly had such a large group.

In the rush to flee, he failed to recognize Byron and Violet's identities.

Leaping up, he attempted to use the pirate's [Mountain Goat Steps] to hop onto the rooftop, over Byron's group.

Use the squad to block pursuers, ensuring a smooth escape to gather enough spirituality for advancing to Third Order Great Pirate.

After all, he was convinced that with the [Candy Witch]'s rule, no external pirates would risk angering the witch by targeting him and breaking the pumpkin head.

But just as he jumped, his face changed dramatically.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

Without Byron's command, dozens of short-axes flew at him like a storm.

"Wait! Aren't you afraid of..."

Before he could finish his threat, the axes completely submerged him.

Bam!

The pumpkin head burst open on the spot, a massive blood splatter scattering everywhere.

Along with it, numerous identical red candies scattered, making it impossible to identify which one was the real witchcraft candy.

The marching group proceeded forward, and no one felt regret over any lifespan candies on the ground.

For any merit within their organization, rewards far exceeding this effect were abundant.

Otherwise, if they relented to the [Candy Witch]'s rules, their initial show of force would instantly become a big joke.

If the Pumpkin Head and the witch don't voluntarily come forward, fine. But if they do, they can't blame Byron for treating them as an example.

Words teach a hundred times to no avail; deeds teach once to the heart.

If you refuse to listen to reason, I also know a few moves.

"We've come to Pirate City not to make friends with these infamous villains of the sea.

We're here to do just three things: Conquer! Conquer! And damn well Conquer!

Until we become the... Uncrowned King among the Bantaan pirates."

Seeing a Fury figure riding a broom and swiftly flying out from a high rise at the city center, Byron smiled even more gleefully.