Moreover, the Dream Realm of the entire International Port is now connected with that of the Old Gods, allowing surface-level information to be read at will. As a Fourth-order Heroic [Storm Knight], he knew right away whose territory was the target of this attack.
—Countess Catherine Grenville, along with the [Sea Hunter] Byron Tudor, rumored to have an ambiguous relationship with her.
The surna "Tudor," little known and tied to a hidden history, might be unknown to others, but how could he possibly be unaware?
Upon learning that his children had successfully reunited overseas and had unexpectedly carved out a vast new world for themselves, the profound emotion in his gaze made it clear to Catherine:
Knowing you’re safe, Daddy’s very happy. Leave the rest to !
「Elsewhere.」
"You..."
[Yengade] was so angry that smoke seed to pour from his seven orifices. But, as he himself once said, every layer and region within Luanyun City has its inherent rules (Chapter 274).
The shipwreck graveyard is not just a graveyard; it is also the Kraken’s "stomach" in the Dream Realm, used to slowly digest its prey.
Killing rules:
"Every living being here is subject to instant death judgnt at all tis, only to be resurrected in the form of the undead.
After death, those of the Middle Sequence can retain their consciousness, while those below it retain only the instinct to kill.
The more a Ghost Ship kills, the greater the range in which its crew recovers their sanity, and the stronger they beco.
Once one becos the strongest in the graveyard, the entire crew will regain their sanity, but it will also attract the instinctual assault of everyone until they fall completely."
Essentially, it’s a competitive chanism that encourages mutual slaughter. This chanism had no issues until last year when the Touch of the Kraken swallowed the thorny large vessel, the Blue Dragon King, causing it so temporary indigestion.
With the Slumbering God succumbed to eternal slumber, the rules are absolute and unchangeable. Yengade might be able to guide the mindless Phantom Fleet, making them act as he wished, but the Blue Dragon King was utterly unafraid of this devotee of the Old Gods.
However, today’s unexpected reunion wasn’t filled exclusively with pleasant surprises; there were also scares.
"Your Highness, Prince, it’s not good! His Majesty is sick again!"
Then, Catherine heard another all-too-familiar voice on the ship screaming in panic, "Cannon fire? Where’s the cannon fire? It’s far too dangerous! I am a fragile piece of glass! Nobody touch ! Let lie down, wrap in a blanket! I’m going to shatter! I don’t want to go to the battlefield! Get out of here quickly!"
That was none other than her and Byron’s uncle, [Mad King] Henry VI.
By the sounds of it, those were the ravings of a madman.
But Catherine knew that this uncle of hers was not mad in the ordinary sense. Henry VI and his maternal grandfather, another [Mad King] Charles VI, were incredibly alike. Both suffered from the sa hereditary ntal illness: "Glass Delusion." They believed themselves to be made of glass, and if pushed, bumped, or if they fell, they could very well shatter on the spot. As a result, intermittent ntal disturbances occurred, sotis manifesting as extre depression and lethargy, and at other tis as violent rage.
This recessive ntal illness, due to the lineage of the Iris [Mad King] Charles VI, lay hidden within every mber of the Hightins-Lancaster royal family, as well as the Iris Valois royal family. Byron, Magnyra, and Jacqueline were all potential carriers. They could not only fail to ensure that the inherited madness would never strike, but this disease would also continue to be passed down through their bloodline. If this group of people dared to engage in any more consanguineous marriages, the so-called "Glass Delusion" might just manifest explosively, creating a third Mad King more fragile than dried seaweed, shattering at the slightest touch!
Upon hearing this voice, the young Bayfolk code-nad [Yengade] was instantly overjoyed. "Hahaha! Henry VI, it is precisely because of intermittent ’pacifists’ like you that the vast territories won by Henry V were squandered bit by bit! Let them be arrogant! My lord indeed watches over ! Quick, attack! Fire the cannons!"
He imdiately seized the opportunity, directing a division of the Phantom Fleet to completely surround the Blue Dragon King while continuing the assault on the International Port.
But even if the [Blue Dragon King] was not in its full state of readiness, relying on Prince Sorrenberg’s formidable prowess, it held at bay at least half of the Ghost Battleships. Only about thirty had the chance to open fire.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The cannonballs, ignited by ghostly phosphorescence, finally rained down. The [National Border Lock] fully materialized, positioning itself over the entire city’s sky, deflecting each and every incoming cannonball. Representing the city’s living residents (the Mortal World), the Underworld’s Undead Servants, and the divinities’ #3, #5, #6, #8, and #12 Crystal Skulls, all transford into nodes of the law, providing it with comprehensive support. Even from places like Torrent Fortress, the Aztec Empire, Taya Empire, and Royal Port—areas radiated by the Golden Law—the Public Willpower of individuals continuously converged through the network.
It seed they could temporarily hold on.
Catherine, however, did not dare to take even a slight breather. As long as the attack could not reach those Warships within the Dream Realm of the Old Gods, the International Port could only passively endure the beating.
What was more important was...
All previous plans are now void. How in the world can we drag out the [Blue Dragon King]?
Byron had already relayed the situation of their elders to her and shared his own plan. But plans change faster than they are made. If she missed this once-in-a-lifeti opportunity, she would never forgive herself.
Just as she steeled herself to use that legion ability—taboo for every mber of the Gold Sequence—a strand of rainbow light suddenly streaked through the Law Network of the Golden Law and landed on a dragonsaddle on the back of the [Mithril Dragon].
Catherine’s face lit up with pleasant surprise. "Byron, you’re back!"
The newcor was none other than Byron. He had discovered the unexpected ergency at his base and imdiately ceased all finishing work in the Sea of Origin Matter to return early in his Starlight Body. Under the cover of the Old Gods’ Dream Realm, his Starlight Body and true self were indistinguishable.
Indeed, when Byron had rushed back from Silvergold Island with a large sum of money, Catherine had solemnly promised, "The money doesn’t matter; I’m just worried about your safety when you’re flying high alone. Let your big sister protect you."
From then on, her transford Mithril Dragon’s back was equipped with a dragonsaddle, which now perfectly served its purpose.
A "Knight" plus a "Dragon" signified the knightly path of the Fourth Order [Dragon Knight].
Byron also finally fulfilled a knight’s ultimate dream: to ride into battle as a Dragon Knight!
He reached for the ancient dragon lance affixed by the side of the dragonsaddle, and a magnificent silver light shot straight into the sky.
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