Pirate Kingship-Chapter 739 - 483: Power Rebalance—Is It Really an Apple Snail (6600)? (Part 2)

Chapter 739: Chapter 483: Power Rebalance—Is It Really an Apple Snail (6600)? (Part 2)

They wildly swung the crane-like, robust yards, which could support dozens of people standing on them, sweeping across the deck with boundless wind and thunder.

Sending the pirates daring to board and seize the ship flying off.

The power of the Sacred Relics set was bestowed upon it, as if covered with a layer of iron armor, the terrifying strength made even Byron, who had transformed into a [Wild Hunt Knight], unwilling to take it head-on.

They were reluctant to sink this warship and lose the most valuable private property of Crown Princess Isabella, making Jeanne Don Quixote’s rogue tactic indeed difficult to counter.

"Let me have a try!"

Violet, who had just been promoted to a Mythical Creature, was ready to show off her skills.

She extended a delicate, orchid-like finger, tracing Runes in mid-air while uttering the Calamity Curse:

"Overload!"

The string of Runes immediately transformed into an earth-yellow light, rushing toward Jeanne Don Quixote.

Lighting up the heaviest "burden" on her body.

The latter let out a startled cry, immediately losing her balance, stumbling forward, and barely stabilizing herself by taking a big step forward.

This [Don Quixote] was not a Mythical Creature, still flesh and blood.

Dealing with gravity daily due to her substantial E-cup bust was already quite a challenge.

Now, with Violet’s [Calamity Curse], her burden, initially just over two pounds, suddenly felt over twenty pounds.

Along with her, [Absurd Absurd] swayed precariously.

Though this "Overload" move was somewhat rogue, its effect was unexpectedly good.

Violet, this Bay Citizen Princess, finally exhibited a hint of the witch-like manipulative aura over the masses.

Whether [Jealous Leviathan]’s inherent jealousy played a part, no one knew.

Byron, stationed nearby to guard, immediately seized the opportunity, riding the Phantom Warhorse back onto the ship.

Just like the "Absurd Knight" Don Quixote who challenged windmills years ago, he lunged toward the giant formed by the aft mast.

The knight spear in his hand transformed into a five-meter-long blade.

A blue glow exhaled between his mouth and nose, merging with the storm above, while a faint light imprint appeared above his head.

Endless Storm Elves cheered and danced on the black blade, coating it with a piercing, sharp brilliance.

Mystic Art [Breathing Method: Storm King’s Seal].

Byron borrowed a fraction of the great power of the storm in the sky, and his long blade slashed down with a roar.

Sizzle——!

A flash of blazing white lightning, and the robust aft mast, reinforced by Sacred Relics, harder than steel columns, was cut in half with one stroke.

"Mad Hunt!"

"Mad Hunt!"

As the pirates cheered for their captain/acting Speaker’s extraordinary prowess.

The collapsing mast heavily crashed onto the ship’s stern, causing the finely decorated stern’s upper floor to collapse in half as the Numa Nande vibrated violently.

At this moment, a Puppet Thread tied to the bow of the ship suddenly trembled.

Byron, intending to press the advantage, inadvertently glanced at the shattered top-level room.

At close range, with [Divine Sight], he vaguely caught a glimpse of a figure.

At the same time, the Sailing Logbook clearly displayed a line of text—Valkyrie’s Armor, First-Class Holy Relic [Aurora’s Guard]:

"As long as this armor is worn, one becomes part of the light, blending with the world, nullifying all divination.

Only by conceptually severing the Aurora’s Great Power can one find the true form beneath the armor and harm the armor’s owner.

Mandate of Heaven: Like the Valkyries who guide heroes to Valhalla Hall of Heroes, it must accompany a hero and enact a tragic romance.

Note: This treasure, handed down by the Gulf Divine Lineage from the Mythological Era, can only be challenged with higher permissions within the divine system besides severing the Aurora."

Byron realized that the information read from the Sailing Logbook was more comprehensive than what the Kingdom of Castilia itself had.

Upon seeing this, he instinctively associated it with a name he’d just heard from the Debo Siblings’ conversation... [Lady Green], Angelia!

"It’s her?"

As a confidant to the Kingdom’s King, conducting a confidential mission, she had chosen to hide on the political opponent princess faction’s warship after cutting off all ties with the outside world.

The darkest place under the lamp is easily overlooked; the most dangerous place is the safest.

Even if targeted, this possibility would not occur to anyone.

If not for the "accidental" battle destroying her hiding place, she might have prioritized escorting duties and not emerged until witnessing the Treasure Fleet’s demise.

The next moment, Byron’s spine suddenly chilled.

The female figure that evaded the falling mast burst into light, wielding two slender swords, and shot toward him, leaving a trail of afterimages.

Facing such a surprise, Byron’s instinctual first reaction was: "Speed is power, have you ever been kicked at light speed?"

Clang——!

Just as he raised his long blade, a tall woman wielding dual swords appeared before him, the crossed sword blades and long blade pressing against one another.

Byron finally saw clearly: before him stood a female knight clad in radiant armor, with flowing red hair and an aura of exuberant valor.

However, her eyes, filled with a blend of anger and murderous intent, spoiled her demeanor.