Pirate Kingship

Chapter 367 - 308: The Nightmare Descends: The Blue Dragon King Reappears

Chapter 367: Chapter 308: The Nightmare Descends: The Blue Dragon King Reappears

"No wonder they forbid electrofishing; this scene is truly horrific. This isn’t just about keeping a family together anymore. Surely, an entire group of Man-Eating Pomfret, young and old, hasn’t just gone extinct?"

Byron wasn’t lost in the worshipped and revered looks from his companions.

It was only after he looked back at the Sailing Logbook, and realized that the histories of the ’Black Coffin’ and the ’May Wind’ had ceased from that point on, that he finally took a deep breath.

The kill record for the octopus warship smoothly fell into his hands, and a spot for "immunity" was finally secured.

A flock of chattering Storm Elves didn’t need commanding as they swiftly burrowed into the mostly cooked captain’s quarters of the ’May Wind’.

They worked together to carry out a gleaming gold Compass and handed it to Byron.

With this item, whether it be the New Continent, the Meis Leviathan Whale hunting grounds, Luanyun City, or even the thirteen Crystal Skulls—half of which were still missing—none of it was a problem for him anymore.

The ’Desire Compass’ was the standard for treasure-hunting activities!

At the same time, aboard the ’Golden Deer’, the skeletal sailors, which had sprung from the Ghost Ship, crumbled one after another as they lost their anchor.

In the "Octagon Cage," where only one victor could survive, only Gladiator Smith remained. Blood flowed from the seven apertures of his head, and more than half of his vital energy had dissipated.

The bond between the two brothers was clearly more complex than just two individuals joined together. One was gravely injured, and the other seemed severely hurt as well.

Most importantly, although Smith’s ’Armor of a Hundred Beasts’ still had seventy to eighty layers left, it no longer had an endless stream of reinforcements.

The outcome of the deathmatch was naturally no longer a mystery.

But the Smith Brothers, who had initially dismissed the other two parties as insignificant, found it hard to accept this unexpected turn of events.

However, they were caught in their own trap; once the ’War Chains’ were deployed, there was no way to regret and back out midway, not even for the ability’s activator.

Watching the five people closing in on him step by step, Smith staggered backward, his gaze unsettled, murmuring, "No, no, no, I can’t die yet. We Smith Brothers are exceptionally talented! With enough time, we’re bound to become the most renowned Fifth-order Legends on these seas. Even to reign as the ’King of the Undying’ at the Edge of the World! We are the natural protagonists; how can you stepping stones turn the tables? Why can’t you just obediently die?!"

Byron sneered at Smith, who was obviously in complete disarray. "Balboa, the ’Infinite Evolver’ who completed all Limit Eight Items while still mortal—was he not talented? Yet he died all the same. In fact, the most talented people in this world are not those High Sequence Transcendents who have already stood at the summit. Rather, it’s the beggars who freeze or starve to death in some forgotten corner before even starting their legendary path. Mr. Smith, you’d better be on your way; in dreams, anything is possible!"

Facing the Fourth Order Gladiator before him, he once again led the charge.

Satisfying the professional maxim, ’I am the vanguard,’ his Spirituality began to grow at an unprecedented rate.

...

「Let’s backtrack a little in time.」

The mist in the International Port was hazy, entwined with the golden Law Network, reality merging with the Dream Realm. The four octopus warships upwind were still continuously releasing dense fog.

And the Seventh Fleet, which had been vaccinated with coral disease vaccines in advance, had used Deep Sea Leap to arrive here at the first sign of alert.

Having taken over a dozen naval warships from Jamestown Royal Harbor, Byron’s fleet had now expanded to 55 ships.

Dignity lies only on the edge of the sword; truth lies only within the cannon’s range!

Even by the caliber of their cannons alone, it was no problem for the Seventh Fleet to rank within the top three in the Bantaan Archipelago.

This gradually allowed him to possess "dignity" and command a degree of "truth".

Skeleton Knight Andrew Lancaster didn’t have the ’Storm Sigil Ring’ and couldn’t perform Byron’s move, the ’Sword Technique Descending from the Heavens’.

But the sheer number of ships in the massive fleet, even firing at will, was enough to crush everything.

A skeletal arm waved.

"Fire! Send them to the depths!"

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM...

Dazzling cannon fire flashed on the sea’s surface. Red-hot Blazing Bombs streaked through the sky like fiery lines, then rained down like a storm onto the four escort ships, forcing them to retreat towards the shores of Great Tayman Island.

On the other side, in the central plaza where the summoning ritual was held, the altar made of coral folk had shattered to pieces under the first assault from the Silver Wing Order of Knights.

The Bayfolk youth, suffering from the backlash of the high-grade ritual, spewed out a large mass of viscera. Upon contact with the rain, it divided into a swarm of writhing, transparent jellyfish and octopuses. His face turned as cold as if it could drop icicles.

And then, he morphed into the once formidable Curse Spirit, ’Kruger, the Dream-Killer of Banyan Street’.

The Nightmare was not adept at frontal combat but was an innate schemer, best at exploiting the fears and mental vulnerabilities of others.

Unfortunately, his opponents this time were the ’Silver Wing Order of Knights’.

The Heroic Spirits of the female knights and the Dragon Souls of the Bipedal Wyverns, summoned by the ritual, took residence within the Mithril bodies.

Mithril’s extensibility was as strong as bronze. It could be polished like glass, was stronger than steel, yet as light as a feather. Its beauty was like silver, yet it did not tarnish with time.

Endowed with the ’Demonslayer Holy Silver’ legion ability, their spell resistance was greatly enhanced. With both physical and magical defenses maxed out, the dream-killer’s claws became particularly powerless against such foes.

Especially a Mithril Dragon of even greater size, over eight meters from head to tail, stood out like a crane among chickens, surrounded by a flock of Bipedal Wyverns.

[Title Effect: Mithril Dragon Soul]:

"After being blessed with the Dragon Soul, one could achieve perfect harmony of form and spirit, allowing Catherine to use a massive amount of Mithril to personally transform into a Mithril Dragon. Strength, speed, and defense were significantly enhanced, and three types of spell-like abilities were gained: Dragon’s Might, Flight, and Breath."

Not only would its body size continually increase with financial power and Class advancement, but like Byron’s title ability, at Legend levels 20, 25, and 30, it would receive further enhancements and ability expansions.

Now, as her main body advanced to the Third Order and her law empowerment reached the Fourth Order, she had grown from a five-meter-long juvenile dragon into an eight-meter-long young adult dragon.

Once she was eventually crowned the ’Finance Queen,’ she would likely truly qualify to contend with an adult Giant Dragon, a type of Mythical Creature.

Even as a young adult dragon, her direct combat strength was far beyond what a mere ’Nightmare’ could match.

CRACKLE AND POP...

Opening her great maw to unleash her breath, a sky-filling chain of blazing white lightning erupted, carrying holy and Demon Break properties. This forced even the terrifying dream-killer Kruger, whose name alone struck fear into hearts, to cover his head and scurry away.

No matter where he fled, he was unable to break through the National Border Lock encircling the central plaza. His dodging space continually shrank, and his body became charred all over; he was a pitiful sight.

The Bayfolk youth finally had to admit that even after accounting for the absence of the International Port’s Governor and other top experts, the remaining defensive forces still vastly exceeded his expectations.

And so, he once again raised the Grimoire in his hand, the ’Spiral City Manual,’ looked coldly into the eyes of Mithril Dragon Catherine, and said, "That a colony of the Bayfolk nation of Hightins possesses such strength truly exceeded my expectations. But... you shouldn’t have provoked me. In the name of my lord, The Slumbering God Kraken, this first battle upon returning to the Old Continent’s view can only end in victory, not defeat!"

The pages of the Grimoire in his hand flipped rapidly. The further he read, the more chaotic and sloppy the script detailing various forbidden knowledge became, gradually resembling the deranged scribbles of a madman.

Until he turned to a page with an extremely crude drawing.

But anyone who had ever been there would recognize it at a glance: this was the dream city, Luanyun City!

PUFF!

The youth spat a mouthful of fresh blood onto it. Immediately, a variegated mist, primarily water-colored and carrying dark lines as if drawn by a madman, swarmed out from the two-dimensional drawing.

He then took out several Philosopher’s Stones from the ’Faustian Pact’—versatile as cure-alls—and offered them to the god as a sacrifice in place of the International Port’s residents.

Immediately, vast complexes of buildings, temples of the Old Gods, and grotesquely twisted Divine Statues—the reflection of a city in the mist—appeared in the sky above the International Port.

Countless murmurs from the Dream Realm echoed through the clouds:

"The Luanyan Epoch descends! All mortals shall perish! In the eternal deep-sea mansion, the Slumbering God, dead yet dreaming, quietly awaits... Enter the dream, enter the dream..."

The Black Sorcery cults of the Old Continent were distinct from the Deep Dive Church. The former were essentially just groups of Black Witches studying forbidden knowledge. They merely treated the Corpses of those beings beyond measure, drifting in the Sea of Origin Matter, as massive information storage devices. The knowledge painstakingly researched by Black Witches was essentially the same as that obtained directly from the Old Gods through sacrifice. It was, in essence, an Equal Exchange; neither side owed the other, nor was one nobler than the other.

After all, they were just a collection of Corpses devoid of subjective consciousness. What more could one expect?

Many Black Witches even continued their long-standing habit of nominally believing in the ’Creator’.

But this Bayfolk youth, who had single-handedly caused the Blood Frenzy Disaster, and his Deep Dive Church were clearly different. They had not only transformed their racial forms, like many Black Witches, but had also completely converted to the ’Old Gods’. Compared to the Black Witch cults, these believers were the true Direct Lineage of the Old Gods.

At this moment, the [Black Sorcery: Nightmare’s Advent] spell he was casting was nothing less than dragging a sliver of Kraken’s Dream Realm into reality.

Catherine’s perceived world was extracted and distorted.

The entire International Port began to fill with a suffocating, fetid, watery mist. Surrounding buildings twisted into incomprehensible geometric forms. Even the direction of gravity became distorted. It seemed that one misstep would cause a person to fall into the sky, plummeting into another city floating above.

And within the hazy projection of Luanyun City, Ghost Ship after Ghost Ship, wreathed in spectral flames, emerged on the waterlogged city streets, naturally forming a line. Driven by some unknown power, they slowly turned their cannons, aiming at the International Port below.

Watching a particularly massive warship projection in the chaotic enemy formation opposite them, Catherine’s golden Dragon Eyes widened, and she cried out in shock, "That’s... the Blue Dragon King?!"