The core of the ’Dragon Court Collapse Plan’ is weakening and splitting the Silver Code. If the one whose na cannot be ntioned had foreseen the invention of this thing in advance, it would be impossible for him to remain indifferent.
Therefore, from this point, we can speculate that his ability has a certain delay or limited scope and cannot penetrate the hearts before fate changes.
Just like the Fifth Order Pseudo-God, whose prayer response range is limited, his ability likely does not extend to the colonies, though the exact upper limit of its usage range is still unknown."
Suddenly, a sharp screech interrupted Byron’s thoughts.
"Hiss——!"
The enormous sea monster, leading this tide of sea monsters in a charge, could no longer endure the helpless situation of only taking hits without the ability to retaliate. After dozens of rounds of concentrated fire, the elite large sea monsters were nearly wiped out slowly.
After a shriek, it suddenly whipped its tail and leaped out of the waves.
Everyone in the Deep Sea Fleet felt only a burst of chilling flashes before their eyes, their vision entirely occupied by a cold and penetrating silver white.
This was actually a gigantic sawfish, asuring eighty to ninety ters in length!
Its tail was covered with dragon scales as large as basins, seemingly a descendant from dragon veins once devastated by giant dragons.
Moreover terrifying, two-thirds of its body was occupied by a gleaming, serrated blade. The rapidly rotating water vapor at its mouth ford a water blade capable of slicing through gold and stone.
With a gentle swing of this forty-ter-long great sword, even the clouds hundreds of ters above the sea were sliced open with a long crack.
It seed like a masterful sea monster swordsman, transforming into a sword light that filled the sea and sky, speeding closely along the sea surface and launching a thrust toward the core ship, The Golden Deer.
No one would doubt that if struck by this great sword, even a First Level Battleship would be cleaved in two on the spot.
"Your Majesty, be careful!"
Citizens of the Five Nations watching the scene exclaid repeatedly, with so faint-hearted individuals already shutting their eyes, afraid to look further.
The next mont, a majestic laugh drowned out the sea monster’s roar:
"Haha, good timing!"
Byron tapped the ground with his toes, and his whole body soared into the air amidst a whirlwind.
Reaching out with his right hand, he grasped a razor-sharp, chilling light from the air, causing the temperature across the entire battlefield to plumt several degrees.
His fingers lightly grazed the sword’s spine, upon which appeared a line of shining runes: "Reinhardt."
Byron recited the epic of the Dragon Slayer Sword and its first owner, the Founder of the North Sea Empire, Pirate Emperor, Blue Dragon King Reinhardt word by word:
"I once stained the treasure sword red with dragon blood;
And hurled spears to shatter teors.
My achievents and fa spread across the North Sea;
Clanging swords, all Bayfolk were heroes.
rcilessly slaughtering under the sword?
Dragon Nests smoked, infernos painted half the night sky red.
We call crowded city gates towns;
For corpses piled under the sword are mountainous! "
His chanting grew increasingly loud, overshadowing the torrential rain and beast roars, echoed by countless lighthouses, reverberating across the North Sea sky.
"The Dragon Slayer Sword, it is the Pirate Emperor, Blue Dragon King Reinhardt’s sidearm sword, the one that slew the last giant dragon, ended the remaining glory of the Dragon Court, and beca the Bayfolk Holy Sword of the North Sea Empire!"
"Did His Majesty the King of the Wild Hunt receive recognition from that sword?"
"Of course, His Majesty descends from the Blue Dragon King direct lineage and carries the Mandate of Heaven to reunite the North Sea Empire. Isn’t that only fitting?"
"Compared to the Evernight Queen, already half buried, His Majesty the eternally youthful King of the Wild Hunt is the real Mandate bearer!"
The First-Class Holy Relic, the Dragon Slayer Sword, Byron obtained from his mother-in-law, was forged by Pirate Emperor Blue Dragon King using his own dragon-slaying sidearm and dragon teeth.
Possessing Forr Kings’ Power symbolizes the legitimate royal authority of the North Sea Empire, considered first-class among extraordinary weapons in the Silver Era.
Though it pales a bit compared to the Zero-Level Sacred Relic, the Sword in the Stone.
If the Blue Dragon King could have drawn the Sword in the Stone back then, there would have been no need to reforge the Dragon Slayer Sword.
Nonetheless, for the symbolic legitimacy of the North Sea Empire’s succession rights, its value is sufficiently high.
It is akin to Ji Han obtaining the Red Sky Sword. Who would dare call themselves large-eared thieves then?
Combined with Byron’s powerful military equipnt and fleet strength, the unquestionable Mandate of Heaven forms enough destructive power, yet he possesses personal martial prowess surpassing all mortals...
Ching——!
The Dragon Slayer Sword in his hand abruptly exploded into a vast icy blue sword light, even its projection through the Lighthouse Matrix could wound the eyes.
The sharp sword light resonated with Byron’s Divine Aura, rendering the initially two-ter-long great sword light as weightless.
The sword glead, seemingly rging into Byron’s breath.
This sword has longed for a North Sea Empire Crown for over a millennium.
In Byron’s quest to realize this goal anew, it naturally lent its full support, though the fierce pain of the Mandate of Heaven: "Those who wish to wear the crown must bear its weight" remained unavoidable.
"Ah——! You can die for !"
Byron suddenly united with the Dragon Slayer Sword, man and sword as one.
The fierce sword light seed endless, like the brilliant sun rising from the sea, carrying the steadfast will of a King’s Title and Pseudo-God, filling the earth with blazing brilliance.
The next second, an icy blue and a silver white clashed ferociously.
Byron, leveraging the Dragon Slayer Sword’s restraining power against dragon veins, faced the sawfish head-on without flinching.
Head-on contention, amid intense flashes of chilling light, a broken sawtooth from the sawfish’s mouth scraped past Byron’s ear, slicing a bloody notch on his right ear.
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