Pirate Kingship

Chapter 370 - 310: Do Not Disturb the Slumbering Dragon, Unless You Pay Extra!

Chapter 370: Chapter 310: Do Not Disturb the Slumbering Dragon, Unless You Pay Extra!

In a sudden surge of brilliant silver light, the Spirituality within the siblings merged instantaneously, like warm water. It lacked the electrifying sensation that came with resonating with Violet, yet it felt like a pot of aged wine—profound and lingering—as if they had always been inseparable. Their combined aura also climbed steadily higher.

This was not only because Byron’s true form had directly burned the newly acquired Fourth Order Undead Servant Adventurer, Balboa, channeling all the power from his enhanced Wild Hunt Knight abilities into his Starlight Body in one go. It was also due to his current identity as a Dragon Knight!

The fact that the Old Continent was once called the "Dragon Court" indicated that Giant Dragons had once held absolute dominion over this land. Apart from a select few recognized and deeply trusted individuals, proud Giant Dragons would never allow any human to ride on their backs. This was because it was not only a matter of entrusting one’s life but also, to some extent, a form of spiritual convergence and power sharing. Humans and Giant Dragons—one representing transformation, the other power—could achieve a miraculous synergy far greater than the sum of their parts upon becoming a complete Dragon Knight.

Even the core abilities of Knights at the Fourth Order were based on Riding, evolving into the Dragon Taming Technique (not limited to Giant Dragons, but including all external entities as wildly powerful as them). Attempting to forcibly tame an Evil Dragon would result in experiencing a temper a thousandfold more furious than that of an ordinary person taming a wild horse! If one could not defeat the Dragon Soul in a mental struggle and was crushed by the dragon’s might, becoming an imbecile was the best possible outcome. Therefore, since ancient times, individuals who could become Dragon Knights were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

Catherine, who had awakened the title ability Mithril Dragon Soul, naturally inherited these characteristics of Giant Dragons. But as a sister fiercely devoted to Byron, she harbored not even a trace of resistance towards him. Even the dragon saddle on her back seemed custom-made to his form from the very beginning. Instantly, a layer of Mithril enveloped Byron’s body like flowing water, clothing him in radiant silver armor.

At this moment, the siblings’ Spiritual Resonance pushed their power to the peak of the Fourth Order, faintly touching the threshold of the High Sequence. Even if it wasn’t comparable to those Legendary figures renowned for being able to take on a thousand enemies, they weren’t far off. Moreover, relying on their ability to perfectly control themselves through the Flow State, they easily synchronized their breathing and collectively tamed the ferocious power raging within them, a power akin to an angry dragon. Even throughout history, one would be hard-pressed to find many Dragon Knights who could match their profound connection.

WHOOSH—!

With a flash of silver in the sky, human and dragon became one. The eight-meter-long Mithril Dragon, light as a feather, then swooped down before Yemengade. Byron raised his five-meter-long Dragon Lance, its sharp tip pulsing with light, and blasted the Bayfolk youth, along with the spot where he stood, into a cloud of fine dust. However, the shattered limbs dissipated like illusory bubbles, gradually vanishing without a trace.

Their voices merged, forming an echo, "He got away!"

Had his true body still been there, Byron’s Dream Execution would have been indistinguishable from a real attack, and this situation would not have occurred. It was likely he had already strategically retreated the very moment he summoned the Old God’s Dream Realm.

As expected, Yemengade’s laughter immediately came from above, "My Nightmare persona, in direct combat, indeed can’t defeat a Mythical Creature like a Giant Dragon. But don’t delude yourselves into thinking you can kill me.

"If you have the guts, charge into my master’s Dream Realm. I’ll be waiting for you there."

Another flash of silver, and the Dragon Lance, carrying the power of execution and glinting like a cold star, tore a huge gash in the sky above the dream city of Luanyun City. It took a long time for the gash to mend. Catherine also opened her maw, unleashing a barrage of searing white chain lightning from close range towards Luanyun City, striking at the Ghost Battleships floating on the water’s surface. However, due to the distorted dream space, the effect was minimal. It seemed the only way to deal with them was to indeed venture into the Old God’s Dream Realm.

Byron, however, was not disappointed at all; his recent attack had already confirmed the feasibility of one thing.

"The Dream Realm summoned by Yemengade shares the same properties as Luanyun City. It allows communication between the Material Realm and the Dream Realm, and they can attack each other. This is the two-world passage we’ve been searching for! I thought I’d only get a chance by traveling to the New Continent, but it’s been delivered right to our doorstep. It’s just a pity that it’s a bit... too soon!"

Ever since Violet accidentally sleepwalked into Luanyun City, Byron had been racking his brains for a rescue plan, and he had indeed conceived more than one. One was to use enough people, bound by sufficiently vast interests, to form a fishing line. This line would be cast deep into the Dream Realm to fish out the Blue Dragon King. The other was to find an entity of the same caliber as the Slumbering God Kraken and provoke a dispute, forcing it to regurgitate the undigested "food," much like a snake’s instinctive stress response. He possessed the First-Class Holy Relic - Faustian Contract, which could forcibly establish a fair covenant between humans and gods with those extraordinary entities. Leveraging the Clause: The Three Musketeers, he had also increased the upper limit of such covenants to three. He had at least two suitable Old God candidates at his disposal. Though it was akin to asking a tiger for its hide, there was some feasibility to it.

But regardless of which method was ultimately chosen, the time to execute any plan was still a long way off. The Star Chamber Court, Financial Street, the Bloodthirsty Cult, The Skinners’ Church... the planning for any fishing strategy had only just begun. The assembled "fishing line" was far from strong enough to contend with an Old God.

As Byron watched the Blue Dragon King, the ship he had once served on, and his father, who looked back at him with surprise, he thought to himself, Even if we are not fully prepared, I don’t want to miss this rare opportunity. I will try with all my might. Sister!

"Understood."

Their Spirituality spread, enveloping the Dragon Lance in Byron’s hand and the legion’s Battle Flag, instantly activating a legion ability they had hoped never to use in their lifetime.

—*Do Not Disturb the Slumbering Dragon*!

In fact, the siblings preferred to call it "Money Makes the Mare Go"—and in this case, the "mare" wasn’t just any spirit, but Dragon Souls.

Effect: "The Giant Dragons of the Old Continent have long since perished. Perhaps traces of them can only be found in the Undead World at the Edge of the World. By sacrificing two combat units from their Silver Wing Knight Order and an equivalent value in Gold, they can randomly summon the projection of a Mythological Era Giant Dragon. With a specific focusing object, they can even summon a particular Dragon Soul. In other words, a single summoning requires paying an amount of Mithril equivalent in weight to two Flying Dragon Knights, plus Gold of equal value. One ’buys’ the service of a slumbering Dragon Soul with a mountain of wealth. This is the supreme principle of ’Do Not Disturb the Slumbering Dragon, unless with added payment.’"

This all-or-nothing, bankruptcy-inducing technique made Catherine’s heart ache just thinking about it. Were they burning Gold and Mithril? No, this was... Byron’s future wife! The Gold and silver equivalent to the weight of one Flying Dragon Knight was enough to go to the Continent and easily choose from young noblewomen, whether from impoverished aristocratic families or those of middle-class noble origin. It was all about matrimonial alliances through wealth. Throwing down such a large sum for a marriage proposal ensured there was absolutely no chance of failure in securing a bride. Phrases like "one in a million," "precise to the ounce," or "a lone green among a thousand purples and reds" paled in comparison; they couldn’t even catch the exhaust fumes. Countless young noblewomen would scramble for the opportunity, even if it meant becoming a lover without official status.

Of course, in Catherine’s eyes, by virtue of her brother’s one-in-a-million looks, strength, and character, plenty of young ladies would willingly offer themselves to him even without any money involved. In short, he was the best in the world; it wasn’t even certain who would be taking advantage of whom.

The silver Divine Light of the sacrifice erupted. Two Flying Dragon Knights dissolved into bright silver specks within the light and vanished. The gold vault also shrank significantly, and the Heroic Spirits of men and dragons returned to the Battle Flag, awaiting their next summoning.

"ROAR—!"

Simultaneously, another earth-shattering dragon roar pierced the heavens. The entire sky above the International Port roiled with turmoil, the dark clouds overhead transforming into a gigantic vortex spanning hundreds of miles. This allowed the Transcendents across nearly half the Bantaan Archipelago to see it clearly. The light from the Zero-Level Sacred Relic · Pharos Lighthouse also landed here at that very instant.

Above the siblings, the radiance of law flickered. A colossal, twenty-meter-long, though slightly illusory, Blue Dragon, wreathed in boundless wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, suddenly crashed down before them. It let out another resounding dragon roar. Such terrifying dragon might made even The Seventh Fleet—which had just dealt with four octopus warships at the edge of the International Port—collectively catch its breath, their legs trembling.

The siblings’ eyes lit up. "It’s here."

This was no mere unfamiliar Dragon Soul randomly summoned; it was the very source of the trace of Blue Dragon bloodline running through all Lancasters. The Blue Dragon that Reinhardt, the Bathed in Dragon Blood Blue Dragon King, had bathed in! Fortunately, the summoned Giant Dragon projection had no consciousness of its own and followed commands completely, preventing an awkward scenario where old enemies meet with bloodshot eyes.

Immediately, the two Giant Dragons—one blue, one silver—simultaneously soared into the air and swooped down over Luanyun City. Just as the Bayfolk youth, Yemengade, who was hiding there, thought they had lost their minds and were truly about to charge into the Old God’s Dream Realm, to be at his mercy—to be crushed or molded at will.

However, the two Giant Dragons each shot out a sparkling chain, hooking onto the anchor chains of the Blue Dragon King opposite them. These anchor chains were secured to the ship’s keel through the port and starboard hawseholes. One was an incredibly strong Mithril chain. The other was an ethereal anchor chain derived from the bloodline, achieving its Anchoring through the Dragon Veins of the descendants of the Bathed in Dragon Blood Blue Dragon King. One chain operated on the level of Mysticism, the other on the Material level; both chains exerted their force simultaneously.

Meanwhile, a gentle breeze carried Byron’s shout to Prince Sorrenberg’s ear, "Father!"

Edmund Lancaster, though worried about his children’s reckless actions, was not one to hold them back. As one of the two main ship spirits of the Blue Dragon King, he suddenly clenched his fist. An eerie, deep-blue ghostly fire erupted from his body and instantly spread throughout the ship, igniting every plank, every sail, every cannon... This was especially true for the Ship Figurehead · Blue Dragon King installed beneath the bowsprit. When the North Sea Empire was divided long ago, the ancestors of the Lancaster branch received the skull of that Giant Dragon, which was then fashioned into this Figurehead. It was the very head of the Blue Dragon Soul they had summoned, from when it was alive. This created a natural connection through Mysticism, stronger than that of any Lancaster kinsman.

The violently burning ghostly fire revealed the true appearance of the Ghost Ship. A massive phantom of a Giant Dragon spreading its wings enveloped the entire warship. This made the Blue Dragon King seem truly spectral, capable of drifting in place as if carried by a mere breeze.

CREAK—!

Pulled by the two chains tugging mightily from outside the Dream Realm, this First-Rate Ship, with a displacement of over two thousand tons, astonishingly began to lift slowly off the water’s surface, like a kite taking flight.

Seeing this, Yemengade’s expression changed drastically. "What do you think you’re doing? Stop right now!"