"Bring the item here."
Byron extended a hand in front of Dagon, who imdiately understood and hurriedly took off the Captain’s Signet Ring from his hand and respectfully handed it to him.
A slender stream of Nether River water repeatedly flushed over this key, disinfecting it, until it looked brand new and was handed over to Violet.
After hundreds of years, the Legendary Warship Bayfolk’s Flagship Valhalla finally returned to its rightful owner, returning to the hands of the Harold Royal Family.
With two Legendary Warships at his family’s disposal, Byron finally had the capital to firmly control the North Sea and aspire to beco a mariti power.
Violet also tossed the First Mate’s Signet Ring, originally belonging to Yengade, to Dagon, allowing him to continue commanding the Valhalla, without being discovered by a group of heretical cult mbers and their mastermind.
However, Byron, after slightly relaxing, imdiately tensed up again.
Now, although a Dagon was solved, gaining a powerful general and a Legendary Warship,
He hadn’t forgotten that there were still five or six Old Gods’ Churches behind, each likely to bring a Pseudo-God, and that mysterious person whose na couldn’t even be ntioned.
What’s more, the barely visible "Dragon Court Collapse Plan," if only carried out by a few Fifth Order Pseudo-Gods, would definitely not have such an impact.
No matter if it’s a Protestant Doctrine or Orthodox Church, sending a few Saints would bring them to ruin.
There must be sothing even more irresistible waiting for them.
Faced with such an ambiguous situation, even if his two sisters smoothly advanced to the Fifth Order, Byron still felt uneasy, let alone just subduing a Dagon.
He was now eager to know, in the "Dragon Court Collapse Plan," what trump cards this group of Ancient God’s Chosen Races relied on, besides hordes of Pseudo-Gods.
"Mr. Dagon, as the only Pseudo-God from the Old God Church to arrive on the Old Continent early, you must have sothing to tell ?
How will you make the Dragon Court collapse? Is the mysterious person, whose na cannot be ntioned, really so powerful that his na cannot be ntioned? Why do you believe his plan will succeed?"
The will of the Abyssal Horror was already twisted, shifting from absolute self-interest to considering everything based on the interests of Byron, the King of the Wild Hunt.
Upon being ordered, he imdiately spilled everything he knew like beans falling from a bamboo tube:
"Chief God, actually ’the person whose na cannot be ntioned’ is literally that person who cannot be nad."
"Hmm?"
Byron wondered if the authority he used to control the Mad Hunt Legion had malfunctioned, as this guy dared to toy with him?
Feeling Byron’s nacing gaze, Dagon shivered all over and quickly slowed down his speech to emphasize once more:
"Chief God, ’the person whose na cannot be ntioned’ is truly... called the person whose na cannot be ntioned!"
Byron’s forehead veins bulged, "Are you kidding ?"
Just about to raise his fist for a punch, it suddenly clicked what he ant.
Just like in harsh interrogations where the prisoner’s code word might literally be "beat to death before I’ll talk," one of the mastermind’s [titles] or [godly nas] was, in fact, "the person whose na cannot be ntioned!"
This world’s titles are diverse and strange, with no rules prohibiting them from being this long.
Moreover, according to the principle that the longer the na, the stronger the power, this [title] likely anchors a deeply hidden secret.
Such a title naturally holds a high degree of mystery, making it extrely difficult to capture.
The other party might also possess other titles, all overshadowed by this one, creating an effect like hearing musicians talk in tongues.
"Ahem... continue speaking."
Byron concealed his frustration by patting Dagon’s shoulder, letting him continue.
The latter pretended not to see the punch and continued to explain:
"Chief God, even we, the lesser gods presiding over various sects, don’t know much about this being.
Although our unified front for the lower-league vanguard was frad as the opponent having arrived on the Old Continent decades earlier as an Ancient God’s Chosen Race, it’s not true.
He was originally a Silver Continent person.
Unlike us, who were transported by the Blue Hole to the outer seas and then beca kin, he never left the Old Continent and has secretly built up a profound foundation here for countless years.
It’s said that even a hundred years before the Great Sailing Age began, the ’Art Renaissance’ movent that gradually arose, heralding the end of the Dark Millennium’s reign, was secretly promoted by this mastermind who might have already lived for countless years!
His interventions in other historical events are innurable, even cooperating multiple tis with the Old God Church to manipulate the flow of history.
Including your grandfather, Henry V the Iris Flower Hamr, and your ninth-generation ancestor, Richard I King Lionheart, who were both secretly killed by him because they had the strength to establish an empire and unify the nation.
No one has ever seen him directly, and we don’t know where he is hidden.
But just knowing how he manipulates the fates of the continent’s countries, kings, and even the church through various historical events, without being counterattacked by fate until now, shows how formidable he is.
It’s speculated that behind him might stand a complete demigod, born after the Silver Era!"
Byron, after hearing Dagon’s account,
finally realized that "the person whose na cannot be ntioned" was actually a traitor colluding with outside forces!
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