At the southern border of the Eternal Night Peninsula where it adjoins the continent, lie the borders of the Northern Territory of The Holy Silver Empire, a collection of scattered city-states. The artistic city of Peridot and the Kalmar Triad, of course, also lack any concept of time difference.

The mysterious figure whose name cannot even be mentioned awoke from a dream, immediately realizing that a significant change had occurred in their scheming.

Without even time to put on shoes, they rushed to the "History of the Silver Continent" and saw the words emerging on it.

Historical Chapter: Plan for the Collapse of the Dragon Court.

"In the Silver Era of May 1473, this ancient era is gradually entering its countdown.

Due to the method of ’blocking’ used by [The Shackled Creator] for over a thousand years to manage the water, when [Silver Law] rapidly weakened, the flood on the opposite side of the breach rose far faster than expected.

Coral clouds, Death Stranding, bizarre phenomena, and the explosive growth of evil spirits... all these omens confirmed this point.

The Kin who are ever ready for the return of the Old Gods seized this opportunity to launch the ’Plan for the Collapse of the Dragon Court.’

Numerous heretical cults have already taken their positions in the North Sea Ring Countries, including The Five Bay States, Netherland, and Iris.

Especially under the command of [Mother of Monsters·Echidna], the ’Blood Beast Nest’ drove three waves of beast tides to descend on the North Sea, attempting to seize this ’Fortress Bridgehead’ and transform it into a breeding ground for various nefarious monsters using ’Coelenterate Disease.’

And preparing for the arrival of the subsequent trump card..."

This was the historical record that the custodian of history had read before sleeping.

At this moment, the vast fate fluctuations capable of influencing the entire continent’s situation were captured by the "History of the Silver Continent" and quickly translated into words.

The source of the sudden disturbance was presented before the custodian of history.

"However, although the beast tide is fierce, it brings more than disaster to the continent of silver.

The fourth king of the Lancaster Dynasty, [Wild Hunt King] Byron Lancaster, repelled the beast tide three times in a row to dispel the disaster and unite the Bayfolk.

This caused a variable in the Old God’s Kin’s schemes, and this variable was quickly transforming the entire Northern Sea’s situation!

The leader of the Church Faction, Cardinal Roschild Archbishop Ponde Elliot, ordered the bloody suppression of all dissenters.

The turmoil stirred by the reformist faction rose and fell like a whirlwind, and history was about to return to its course.

But on the night of May 1st, the Young Faction suddenly launched a coup with no warning, assassinating the Church Faction’s state traitors on a national scale. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

A task force responsible for the Royal Capital Amarlingburg had already successfully breached the Cathedral with field cannons.

They planned to support Bayfolk Princess Violet as the new Crown Prince of the alliance, clearing obstacles for her rise, establishing the fait accompli before the [Evernight Queen]’s return.

After tonight, the glory of the North Sea Empire would be within reach..."

When the custodian of history reached this part, they realized the urgency and swiftly put down the feather pen, writing the following:

"However, the obstacles to the coup are far greater than the instigators anticipated. If the leaders cannot be assassinated, preventing them from joining forces with the Protective Army of the Church or the Tribunal, the coup is destined to fail.

The Old God Church’s ’Worm Cathedral’ has long been laying plans here, secretly parasitizing a large number of Church Faction elites, transforming them into [Moth People] larvae or other Lower Order Vassals.

As such, although the main forces of the Protective Army are not guarding the Cathedral, the Church’s high-ranking officials’ combat abilities and survival capabilities are far beyond what the Young Faction imagined.

The enraged worms immediately took action, intending to personally punish these despicable mortals."

With the writing of the last word complete.

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

A shrill sound of insect calls instantly filled the grand Cathedral miles away.

Count Hodalan, wielding a halberd, was prepared to follow Byron’s secretly imparted "Last-Hit Rules," stabbing once in the left chest, once in the right, before beheading all of the Church Faction’s high-ranking officials.

From the chest of a "corpse" before him came a sound capable of piercing eardrums.

Then the mutilated body of the Church Faction’s high-ranking official swiftly began to restore itself to its original condition, flesh surging as it pushed embedded bullets from its body.

Like inflating, it burst through the tattered priestly robes, transforming into a plump white worm.

Only the face remained unchanged, yet even it was no longer normal flesh, resembling instead a chitinous mask akin to a cocoon.

The mask was abruptly lifted, revealing beneath it a monstrous mouthpart unfurling like petals.

Circled by sharp teeth, a passage of flesh led straight to the stomach, capable of quickly grinding anything swallowed into mince.

Visible from one glance down into the stomach, "glub glub" bubbles of green foam emerged, mingled with a pungent, suffocating acidic rot.

Clearly, the Church Faction’s upper echelons were no longer themselves.

Most had been quietly parasitized by the worms of the [Worm Cathedral], transformed into Lower Order Vassal [Gluttonous Worms].

During the Church Faction’s violent suppression of dissent, these worms had been secretly fanning the flames.

The chubby worm’s body contracted and sprang forward, its powerful muscles propelling it like an armored bolt towards Count Hodalan at close range, hoping to swallow him whole.

At first startled by its grotesque appearance, Hodalan, recalling Byron’s earlier warnings, remained unfazed.

"Bloodthirsty Berserk!"

With a roar, he activated his Bayfolk Berserker prowess, his body swelling over two and a half meters, bolstered in physique and recovery by [Half-Night Demon], finally overcoming the profession’s last drawback.