Pirate Kingship

Flames exploded, waves surged sky-high, and the water of half the river was blasted away, flying off.

White mist ascended high into the sky, transforming into clouds that poured down torrential rain once more.

In the Whale Oil Mechanic’s team, each [Model 1473 Auxiliary Eye] was tightly locked on the figure at the center of the cannon fire—not just one figure.

Even the Fifth Order Pseudo-God, with a fusion of soul and flesh, could not withstand such a barrage of shrapnel shells head-on.

Lancelot’s face changed dramatically as he used extraordinary swordsmanship to slash aside dozens of artillery shells from the side, preventing the trigger from being activated, allowing them to explode behind him, and making it impossible to keep up with this heavenly justice.

Yet, bodies with different faces but similar auras continued to emerge from his body, replacing him and being blown to pieces by the shells.

His original form hid within the shadows of these "Lancelots," continuously moving away from the Constructed Gun Tower and the center of the explosion.

Divine Arts [Lake Reflection]!

The gaze of the old retainers from the Lancaster Party in the team flickered:

"It seems, the mystery is solved."

"Indeed, no wonder the Knights who contracted Lancelot in the Kingdom always died mysteriously. I think I just saw Swift Steven, who contracted Lancelot last."

Since records began in the Kingdom of Hightins, Guardian Knights mainly profession [Oath Knight] who summoned Oathsworn Spirits rarely had the most powerful [Lake Light Knight] Lancelot.

Moreover, even if due to high compatibility, the unlucky ghosts contracting [Lake Light Knight] Lancelot would not live long.

The ancestors of the Lancaster Family dare to swear, due to widely known reasons, only a small portion of Oath Knights were secretly eliminated by them.

The rest all suddenly died.

Now, it’s finally considered solved.

Lancelot is not only a Beastman, but also a soloist who must kill all other Beastmen besides himself.

All Oath Knights with compatible traits and potential to emulate him will be devoured by him, becoming part of his own Authority.

[Lake Reflection] not only can perfectly transform into any Knight he devours, to flirt with Queens and married women of different tastes, but also allows the original body to hide in the shadows of these "reflections," immune to any harm.

Risking significant loss of painstakingly accumulated reflections, he fled along the river mouth, while the artillery fire kept chasing him, wearing down his lives one by one.

Who knows how long it took, but the seaport finally appeared right in front.

With the abilities of this [Lake Light Knight], as long as he dives into the Deep Sea, using the sea water as his shield, even the most powerful shells could do nothing to him.

But just when he was switching form, activating Authority ready to rush into the seabed in an instant.

A gigantic being, long lurking there, suddenly burst forth, and a flame short sword in its hand instantly swept across his body.

Even though Lancelot’s swordsmanship was superb, dodging at the first instant, but the right arm grasping [Eternal Lake Light] soared along with the flame blade.

It was only then that the Empire’s battle personnel, rushing from all directions out of Distant View Port, heard the roar of a volcanic eruption, the sound of the genuine [Core of the Melting Furnace] fully erupting.

Whoosh—!

Then the Holy Sword, which was flung into the air, was caught by Byron, riding the Eight-legged Sky Horse, stepping out of the Rainbow Bridge.

He hadn’t had time to closely examine the Holy Sword [Eternal Lake Light], passed down from the Mythological Era and sharing the same origin with his family’s [Sword in the Stone].

This sword mysteriously collapsed the instant it fell into his hand.

Some characteristic from within flowed through Byron’s body, pouring into that sword always laying at the bottom of the Nether River, embedded in a massive square stone, ever sealed.

Crack!

The stone that was impossible to extract, even destroy, suddenly shattered.

The Sword in the Stone, dormant for over a thousand years, for the first time let out an extremely joyful, clear sword cry, then shot out from the Nether River, Divine Light blazingly bright.

"Unsealed?!"

An unexpectedly delightful surprise suddenly arrived.

After being taken aback, Byron’s eyes fell upon the ability of this Zero-Level Sacred Relic, finally realizing with clarity:

"The sole ability: Twelve Round Table Decision? That’s it!"