Pirate Kingship

Chapter 371 - 311: The Deity is Born, I Give Birth to Myself

Chapter 371: Chapter 311: The Deity is Born, I Give Birth to Myself

Shock and fury intertwined!

Even Yemengade, who had traveled through the Dream Realms of various clans, had never seen such a brazen individual.

How audacious it was to even think of stealing back—no, snatching—prey from the "stomach" of an Old God, which He had swallowed yet not digested!

No, why would they want to snatch the Blue Dragon King?

At this moment, even the usually slow Yemengade realized there was something illogical going on in the International Port.

He immediately connected to the collective dream of the International Port, seeking intelligence from the subconscious of the residents, who could never lie.

Very soon, through targeted searches, he retrieved a key piece of information: Countess Grenville was actually the foster daughter of Prince Sorrenberg.

To think it’s such a coincidence? No wonder those troublemakers were extraordinarily diligent today, not even backing down when Henry VI’s ludicrous Glass Delusion acted up. But what exactly are the countess and her lover risking their lives for?

The defense level of the Earldom, the Silver Wing Knights, the Mithril Dragon, and the summoned adult Blue Dragon, while far beyond his expectation, were still within the realm of understanding.

But even with the knowledge of an Evil God worshipper, it remained difficult to comprehend the motivations behind Catherine and Byron’s dangerous actions.

To Yemengade and all the "descendants of the Exiles" today, not even a biological father was worth risking one’s life to save, let alone a mere foster father?

They must have other schemes!

I’ve got it. There must be a Lancaster family inheritance, an overseas treasury, or a treasure map to a great hoard hidden on this ship. As the only remaining direct lineage of the Bayfolk, the Lancasters might possess an artifact related to the prophecy of the Mad Hunt Deity Woden’s species revival. The countess is putting in so much effort for the treasure. That has to be it. Definitely no mistake.

Yemengade, projecting his own mentality, looked at the warship with eyes suddenly ablaze with intensity, unaware that his conjecture was completely wrong.

For the siblings, if there were any treasure at all, it could only be their kin themselves.

If it weren’t for the fact that their father’s and uncle’s Spiritual Bodies had long combined with the warship to become a Ghost Ship, which could not be easily separated, they would have abandoned the Blue Dragon King—second only to a Legendary Warship—without hesitation.

It was only natural for an existence like Yemengade, who was no longer human, to harbor such utilitarian thoughts.

The Corn God, the third Crystal Skull, once explained the nature of human Transcendents to Byron with a sacred poem:

"God viewed man as a creature of undefined nature and designated for them a position in the middle of the world.

God said to man,

’We place you at the center of the world, where you can more easily observe all things.

We make you neither of heaven nor of earth, neither mortal nor immortal.

In this way, with freedom of choice and with honor, you may fashion yourself in whichever shape you prefer, as though you were your own creator and molder.

You can degenerate into the bestial, or be reborn into the divine.’"

These "Exiles," who had fully embraced Beastliness and discarded Divinity, even while retaining human form, could no longer be considered normal human beings.

Morality, family ties, dedication... these things were all incomprehensible to them and irrelevant.

One wonders, without the Ladder of Glory system to check their Beastliness, what exactly these apostates, no longer human, rely on to maintain their sanity.

As Yemengade’s thoughts wandered, the Blue Dragon King, having risen into the sky, finally flew past the highest rooftops of Luanyun City.

HUM—!

Instantly, circles of blurry, psychedelic light rings appeared in front of the Blue Dragon King, like Air Blast Rings.

Every inch the warship advanced, an additional layer of light rings formed, and the resistance against the warship grew.

These were the ephemeral layers of the deep Dream Realm belonging to the Slumbering God.

The two chains—one insubstantial, one real—dragging the warship were not only taut but also emitted creaking noises, clearly enduring immense pressure.

The smooth beginning was nothing; this was the real test for Byron and Catherine.

Yemengade clearly anticipated this situation. Snatching food from a god’s mouth—how could it be easy? Even for a dead deity, it is the same.

"This is the Dream Realm where my lord lies in eternal slumber. Nothing with Spirituality can pass through this barrier connecting the Dream Realm and reality.

If you wish to leave this place, you must violently confront the rules of the Shipwreck Cemetery, which is akin to yanking the entire Dream Realm, or even my lord himself.

Perfect. Let you mortals, oblivious to your impending doom, complete the interrupted descent ceremony."

Once again, he raised the Grimoire in his hands high and chanted,

"In the name of the abyssal Luanyun City and its residents, praise be to the Slumbering God..."

The descent ceremony that Catherine had previously interrupted was finally reignited precisely when the two Giant Dragons exerted all their strength to continue pulling the Blue Dragon King outward.

The strongest pulling force was no longer provided by the original Coral Altar but by these two Giant Dragons.

GURGLE GURGLE...

From the innermost depths of those illusory dreams, filthy, blood-tinged bubbles suddenly arose.

It allowed Byron and Catherine to faintly discern what seemed to be a huge octopus egg sac standing there.

The translucent membrane was torn from within, and then a sticky octopus tentacle slowly reached out, tightly wrapping around the warship’s bowsprit.